"After today, will we still eat together?" Ogata looked at Shiho's face, slowed down his speech, and asked slowly.

Shiho was stunned, and in the face of Ogata's eyes, she hesitated, and quickly regained her usual indifference: "We are not the same kind of people, maybe we can sit down and eat here, it's just a coincidence." ”

"Coincidentally? Maybe it's just your understanding. Ogata turned on his chopsticks again and picked up a piece of beef and put it in his mouth, but found that it was a bit tasteless in his chewing. Because he felt that he had hollowed out his mind, and it was difficult to understand that the first date between the two of them in his eyes had turned into the so-called 'coincidence'!

From the first time he saw Shiho, no matter whether she was as cold as an ice cube or not, he took the initiative to approach her because of his inexplicable good feelings, and he didn't think that the other party would accept her in the process.

But male and female lovers can't do it, they can become good friends after all, right?

Ogata is convinced that everyone in this world is an individual with feelings, and as long as he warms her as much as possible, he will not remain in an awkward and unfamiliar situation like she is now.

She looked for herself this time, thinking it was a good start.

But I didn't expect it to backfire!

"You don't know me." Shiho shook his head and continued eating.

Ogata raised his head, his eyes flickering slightly, and said softly, "Just as you don't understand my attachment. ”

He thought about it a lot, and finally affirmed his unilateral 'favor', because there is no shortage of girls around him, but a girl like Shiho may really be the only individual in this world.

Shiho didn't continue the conversation, she didn't seem to care about Ogata's thoughts. has been sitting on the opposite side indifferently.

"What's next? I guess there's anything else I can do to help you, right? Ogata put down his chopsticks. I wiped the corners of my mouth with a tissue. At the same time, he said slowly.

Zhibao looked at him and said lightly: "I want you to come with me and take a look at the scene of the crime." ”

"Oh." Ogata nodded, eyes fixed on her, lips twitching. She seems to be indifferent on the outside and has a cold tone, but because an irrelevant deceased person is so concerned, it is really difficult to read her inner world.

Shiho seemed to notice Ogata's gaze. She said, "You can choose not to go." ”

"I'm a medical examiner." Ogata was silent for a long time, and his fingertips tapped lightly on the table: "There is no reason not to go to the scene of the crime, referring to the evidence that is helpful for the development of the case." ”

"I'm invited for this meal." Shiho said calmly.

Ogata was stunned, but he didn't expect her to say something like 'I'm going to invite you to dinner'. You know, when Ogata sits in front of her, she doesn't even know if she's an irrelevant stranger in her eyes

Walking out of the dining room, Ogata and Shiho returned to her dormitory building.

As a dormitory building of a world-class university, it is naturally large in scale, and it looks more like an office building for a large company, with many floors and a high level.

"I shouldn't be able to get in here, right?" Ogata's footsteps stopped in front of the glass door of the dormitory building. Reluctantly said to Shiho, who was walking in front and leading the way.

Like the boys' dormitory, there is an exception for the mailroom. It will definitely be equipped with a 'big aunt' who is strictly on duty.

You must know that the school management is very strict, and boys and girls are not allowed to sleep in the dormitory building. Especially in an open country like the United States, it is difficult to control what happens.

Shiho turned his head, looked at Ogata, and then at the dormitory building in front of him: "Just say you're my boyfriend, come and help me move things." ”

"Huh?" Ogata looked at Shiho in shock.

"Don't be cranky, it's just to make it easier for you to get in." Shiho said lightly.

Having said that, Ogata felt that when Shiho uttered the phrase 'You're my boyfriend,' something new and hopeful came to him.

Sure enough, Ogata had just stepped into the 'forbidden zone' when he was questioned.

It was a bloated, old-fashioned, curly-haired lady who looked at the smiling Ogata.

Ogata just laughed and didn't say anything else.

Seeing this, Zhibao on the side took the initiative to arrange the identity of his 'boyfriend' for him, so that after registering and leaving his contact information, he could enter the dormitory building for exclusive girls together.

"When my aunt looked at us just now, she was full of skeptical eyes." Ogata and Shiho shared the elevator, and the two of them were in a small space, talking face to face.

Hearing Ogata's words, Shiho looked at him, "So what?" ”

"Your expression is too cold." Ogata said slowly.

Hearing this, Shiho didn't speak.

"Do you think I should laugh if I have a boyfriend?" Suddenly, she asked a strange question.

Shiho's short brown hair glittered in the light, and his slender figure was also plated in sight.

Ogata was stunned for a moment, looked at her and smiled bitterly: "It seems that according to the scenes expressed by those men and women in love in TV series and movies, most of them will feel that they are sweet and laugh from the heart." ”

"Looks like you've never been in love." Shiho's words, although very depressing, did not make Ogata, who was standing opposite, feel harsh.

"What about you?" Ogata asked rhetorically.

Shiho turned his head away and ignored him.

This woman really doesn't understand!

Ogata looked at her back in distress, helplessly waiting for the elevator door to open again.

Shiho carried Ogata on her back, her eyes falling on the face reflected in the metallic sheen of the elevator wall.

It no longer seems so cold and indifferent.

She asked herself in her heart, will love make people laugh happily?

Will you be able to make up for your pain?

"Shiho, if you can, find a boyfriend who loves you during college!"

Recalling what his sister had said to him, Shiho's gaze tilted slightly, casting him behind him!

"This is the floor." After the elevator was opened, Shiho led the way and introduced lightly.

Ogata paid attention. The layout of the girls' dormitory building was similar to what he knew. A corridor. Access to the various bedrooms. If anything, he smelled a pungent scent, mixed with all sorts of things in the air.

He knows that the physique of Europe is significantly different from that of Asians, and that Europeans have a stronger body odor, so they like to spray some perfume on their bodies to cover up their smell.

This is due to the difference in the metabolism of food between Europeans and Asians, resulting in differences in the export of odorous substances. Therefore, the ratio of these odorous substances excreted by the skin and urine is different.

So Asians who study abroad here want to fall in love, except that a smaller part accepts European faces. Most of them will still find lovers of the same skin color or the same country.

Ogata remembers which book mentions that taste is the first association between two people who have feelings! And Europeans were convinced of this, which led to the popularity of perfumes.

Smelling the perfume that perfumes, Ogata subconsciously approached Shiho, who was leading the way in front.

Sure enough, it is still this tasteless taste on her body, which is more suitable for herself!

"This dormitory has been cordoned off by the police, and the people who lived with the deceased before have been assigned to other places." Shiho pointed to an iron gate marked with a number number plate and said to Ogata, who was standing behind him.

Ogata nodded slightly. There is no surprise that the police cordoned off the place. He has also been nosy a lot over the years, so there are many opportunities to contact the New York police. He knows how things go by.

"Looks like I'm going to pick the lock on the door here." Ogata said slowly.

As he spoke, Ogata pulled out the key case in his pocket, flung out a metal stick that resembled a buckle ear spoon, and inserted it into the lock cylinder.

In fact, it's all about hiding from people.

His fingertips, a wisp of qi that others couldn't detect at all, penetrated into the depths of the lock cylinder!

"Click!" With the force of Ogata's wrist, in Shiho's surprised gaze, he really picked the door lock.

This is not the first time that Shiho has found this man mysterious and not like an ordinary student at this university

Ogata didn't care so much, just pushed the door in!

Shiho followed him and walked into the scene of the crime, which was cordoned off by the police.

A gleam flashed in his eyes, and as soon as Ogata stepped into this room, his eyes kept sweeping over the place he could see! For a qualified forensic doctor, observation plays a crucial role.

Of course, this is also one of the necessary elements to test the police and detectives!

The gaze was like a net, gradually spilling over, and Ogata's brain worked extremely fast, calculating where he felt he was going in and out and where he shouldn't.

The dormitory where the crime occurred, the part related to the deceased, has been specially circled by the police cordonade, so it is a very recognizable part. Ogata walked over, he looked at the deceased's bed, which belonged to the whole dormitory layout, the location of the more distant windows, and the doors and windows were locked, this place was located on the seventeenth floor, and if the gangsters wanted to use the method of breaking into the house from the outside, it was obviously impossible to establish it.

On the sheets, there are no visible traces of blood, only folds of large dù

Ogata stepped forward and observed the distribution of these folds, and found that most of them were concentrated on the upper and lower sides, apparently eliminating the possibility of the deceased struggling violently during the death process. Because the folds of struggle will be more concentrated in the center and appear distorted.

But what he saw now was an ordinary picture of a drunk man tossing and turning under a headache.

Wait, what is this?

Ogata's eyes were sharp, fixed on a part of the sheets, and at the head of the bed from the bottom up, a well-noticeable trace.

He leaned over and slowly took out his hand, gently touching the small mark with his fingertips.

"What is it?" Shiho stood next to him and asked suspiciously.

"Saliva, saliva containing debris from the stomach of the deceased. This indicates that during the death process, the deceased had some physiological reflexes other than cardiac arrest. ”

Ogata heard Shiho's question and answered slowly.

Shiho looked over carefully, and although she didn't know what Ogata was judging on, seeing the seriousness on his face, it didn't look like he was talking. Suddenly, I felt that once he entered the state of 'forensic doctor', it seemed that he was completely two people in peace.

Normally he would accommodate himself in words, but now he has become himself thinking in his voice.

Ogata was indeed very focused and mentally focused, because in his mind, he had already constructed the scene and image of the deceased appearing in this room at that time, and unfolded that association along with the things that his eyes had captured.

Around the bed of the deceased, scattered and scattered, many things were spilled!

Ogata's gaze sifted through them one by one, and he believed that among these things, there must be something that could not be separated from the real cause of death of the deceased!

Cosmetics, books, dolls, keys, and some accessories that girls like

If there is no violent struggle, then how did these things fall to the ground and mess up?

"Everything related to the case is here, except for some cosmetics police who take it for testing." Shiho reminded Ogata at this time.

Ogata nodded.

He bent down, immersed in the objects.

Shiho kept looking at him, as if moved by his seriousness, revealing an expression completely different from his usual indifference.

However, Ogata didn't notice.

"This foundation box, it shouldn't be like this." Ogata said suddenly.

Hearing this, Shiho looked closer to the foundation he was holding through a tissue in his hand and asked, "You mean where it fell?" ”

"That's right. It makes sense that everything falls here, but if this foundation box falls here from the height of the bed, the powder inside will crack or spill. And now, intact and undamaged, it seems that someone deliberately placed it here. ”

Ogata gently put down the case of foundation and replied in a deep voice. (To be continued......)