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The man in the police uniform could not feel any obvious fluctuating hostility. His expression was very calm, and the eyes wearing sunglasses seemed to be unable to hide the gentle gaze. He said bitterly: "Help me take care of Sato, thank you you."

"If you can't let go of your feelings for Sato, there is no way to reincarnate and get the next rebirth." Ogata is very aware of the current situation in him, some are because of hatred, some are because of nostalgia, and this does not feel the slightest Ghost of Disgust, apparently the latter.

He didn't answer Ogata's question directly, but turned around and looked at Ogata: "The new students are not important to me. The important thing is that she is still in my sight, no matter what happens!"

"My pain is not wandering in this world, but the beauty that can be captured, which turns into a dream bubble at the moment of touch."

He smiled, and under the sunglasses was a tired and serious face.

When Ogata wanted to continue asking, Sato's mother came over with a cup of coffee.The man in police uniform standing in front of Sato instantly turned into wisps of hostility and disappeared without a trace.

"Ogata, you're welcome, sit here." Seeing him standing all the time, Sato's mother thought Ogata was being cautious, so she hurriedly greeted him.

Ogata nodded, sat on another row of sofas in the living room, and thanked Sato's mother for the coffee.

"Ogata..." Just when Ogata was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak, Sato Miwako, who was drunk and asleep, called her name in her sleep.

For a moment, Ogata suddenly felt that Sato's mother, who was sitting opposite, was looking at him with strange eyes.

There is no way, it would be even more embarrassing to open your mouth and leave at this time, Ogata picked up the coffee and took a sip, it was so bitter.

......

Waking up early the next day, Ogata, who had a day off, started to busy himself with his work.

After having a simple breakfast with Xiaolan and the others, Ogata suddenly thought of something before going out, returned to his room, and took out a bank card from the pocket inside the suitcase.

The morning is the rush hour for commuting, so Ogata arrived at the subway station early, or it was destined to be crowded all the way.

When we arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, many people greeted Ogata, some who were familiar with each other, and some who didn't know each other. Even after several times of greetings, it became a habit.

When he came to the autopsy department, Yi Chuan hadn't arrived yet, because his home was far away.

Ogata sat on his office chair, and turned on his old-fashioned computer when he had nothing to do. After a very long wait, the computer turned on and entered the system interface.

Opening the police database, it took another burst of loading. The helpless Ogata was defeated by the technological products of this era.

After finally fully entering, the police uniform appeared in Ogata's mind, and a certain trigger point of memory was deeply imprinted on the police number on his chest. He wanted to know what the nostalgia Sato brought to that man.

After tapping the keyboard and entering the number of the police officer number, a related information page was opened, and his eyes narrowed.

First, there is a photo, black slightly curly hair, handsome face, both facial features and eyes, are exactly the same as the man guarding Sato in Ogata's impression.

"Matsuda Chenping." Remembering the name, Ogata looked down the name.

A police officer of the Serious Crime Team of the First Division of the Metropolitan Police Department, who once served as a bomb disposal expert in the Explosives Disposal Team of the Police Department of the Metropolitan Police Department, died in the line of duty in a vicious bomb incident.

In the materials, there are detailed descriptions of the big and small things that happened during Matsuda Chenping's years as a policeman, including the credit he has made and the punishment he has received.

Feeling a person through these written records, Ogata is not sure that this is all about Matsuda Chenping, but he has found some preliminary impressions of him.

Just as he was sliding the mouse, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello?" Before Ogata answered the phone, he saw the number of Miwako Sato on the caller display.

On the other end of the phone, Miwako Sato said hesitantly, "Thank you last night."

"It's okay, but you really scared me." Ogata leaned on the office chair and said to her with a smile.

Miwako Sato said urgently: "I drank too much last night, my alcohol capacity is really good."

Her flustered explanation made Ogata naturally think of the expression on her phone call at this moment, so she said: "Well, I believe it. Don't drink so much next time. Fortunately, I am not a pervert who is greedy for cheap. "

"Well, I see." Miwako Sato then said: "By the way, listen to Yumi, you sent me home, and my mother didn't say anything to you?"

Sure enough, before Sato called himself, he carefully confirmed with Miyamoto Yumi what happened after she got drunk.

"No, I just drank a cup of coffee and left." In Ogata's mind, last night, Sato's mother talked about some things about Miwako Sato from childhood to adulthood. He really planned to drink coffee and leave, but he didn't. Thinking that this aunt seemed to have misunderstood something, he sat in Sato's new home for an hour.

But at this time, it would make it difficult for the two of them to get along with Sato if he said everything in detail, so it's better to embellish it.

Miwako Sato seemed relieved: "Thank you, Ogata."

"Take me to dinner another day, and reward me!"

"Of course, you paid the bill last night. I owe you two meals."

Ogata made a joke: "Save up first, we can go to an international feast."

"Damn it, come find me at noon, I'll treat you to a staff meal, it counts as a meal." Miwako Sato replied.

The two were talking and laughing on the phone, Ogata suddenly remembered something, and before hanging up the phone, he quickly reminded her: "Don't forget that your car is still parked in front of the restaurant where you went to eat yesterday."

"Crap."

......

After getting off work around four o'clock, Ogata did not take the subway back to the office as usual.Instead, I took a taxi and went to the nearest Nissan Auto Center.

In this era, there is no concept of 4S store. After Ogata arrived, he walked into the exhibition hall of the automobile center.

Generally, whether a person has spending power is mainly judged by clothing, but Ogata’s clothes are very casual today, and the salesperson in charge of sales only looks at where he goes, and is responsible for a few brief introductions, without much enthusiasm.

"I want to ask if there is a GTR?" Ogata turned his head and looked at the salesperson who followed him back and forth.

The salesperson was startled, and after recovering, he said, "Gtr needs to be booked."

"How long can I pick up the car?"

The salesperson couldn't believe it. Many people know about sports cars like GTR, but they won't buy them, because they are expensive, and only some sons and rich people's speedsters are interested.

"About a week or so." The salesperson paid close attention to Ogata's expression. The latter remained unchanged, just like when he first entered the store, not like someone who bought a car.

Ogata nodded, and after asking about the configuration and related prices, he said softly, "Take me to swipe the card."

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