A trace of ** and a fishy smell pierced Ogata's snort, like a cat smelling the smell of fish bones, and his gaze became sharp from the initial softness.

Ogata licked his parched lips with the tip of his tongue, gently pinched the bridge of his nose with his fingers, and walked slowly towards the dimly lit garage. Footsteps on the stone floor, out of the quiet sound.

Every time I approached, I felt that breath disgusted.

Can't be wrong, it's damp anger. It has been agglomerated and gradually formed into an environment that is manufactured in a fixed area after the scale. If ordinary people were in these damp and vicious packages, they would feel cold and shiver all over, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

This concept is the yin wind and evil spirit that many old people often talk about!

The empty and spacious garage has not changed from the impression, and there are still many cars of all kinds, brands and styles parked on both sides.

Of course, Ogata is not paying attention to them at all.

He cautiously approached the edge of the garage where the crime had been last placed, and as he went deeper, a cold air blowing across his face. One of his palms slipped into his pocket, and as he walked, the red light that the fabric couldn't block spread and slip into Ogata's pants pocket.

From the moment he stood outside the garage and smelled the foul air, Ogata was basically certain of a fact. That is, after he and the police withdrew, evil spirits really formed here. The matter has reached the point where he must solve it himself, otherwise the evil spirits will slowly eat away at humans in this garage.

"Dididi."

Halfway through Ogata, a white BMW sedan moved from a parking space not far away and headed for the exit.

Ogata was concentrated, so he noticed the car, so he naturally got out of the way. Because his life was lost in a car accident in his last life, at some point, he still carries some shadows.

The white BMW sedan, with its front fog lights on, illuminated the otherwise gloomy and cold garage.

He covered his eyes with his hands to avoid the sudden, slightly blinding light. When the white BMW drove by, Ogata came back to his senses and subconsciously looked at its license plate number.

The license plate number is very smooth, plus this is a new BMW, it seems to be a rich man.

Without the leisure to distract himself, Ogata sniffed at the increasingly obvious anger and walked to the scene of the murder of Gin and Vodka.

There are no cameras or surveillance equipment here, which is why Gin chose to meet him here.

Ogata saw the gTR he was docked on, still the same as before, and stayed there unharmed, not even a piece of paint had fallen off.

Since there were no outsiders, Ogata directly took out the red scalpel and held it in the palm of his hand. All ghosts appear in the form of aura, so they always come to you unexpectedly.

It can be said that compared to the giants who are simply terrifying in strength, ghosts are terrifying and deadly. Because it will attack when you are completely unprepared.

Slowly walking to the area where the police had blocked the line of the corpse with banners, the two different postures were depicted as vodka falling on his knees, and Gin lying down reclining with a scalpel through his throat.

The anger was so thick that Ogata had already sensed the illusion of viscosity in his breath.

And the scalpel is in the hand, and it can't stop trembling, and its body is made of silver and cinnabar, so it has a special sense of ghosts.

His body was cold, his skin was getting goosebumps, and Ogata's eyes looked around, the bloodstained walls, the shocking bullet marks and bullet holes, and the strange moss crawling all over the ground.

The garage is insanely quiet.

After Ogata's finger was bitten, a drop of blood hit his brow, and when his eyes opened again, his vision had completely changed.

The dark garage world has become a bloody and tragic picture.

On the ground, there were wisps of black mist, tearing through the air with fangs and claws, spurting towards the ceiling, and among those blood stains, there was a fierce aura that squirmed like a reptile.

What I felt was the shadow of death, and a nostalgic sense of oppression.

The living environment created by evil spirits, Ogata is on guard, and he is also careful.

He peered around, looking for the trail of the evil spirit!

Whether it's gin, or vodka, he came here in person and couldn't let them go.

The scalpel struck at any moment, and every time Ogata's eyes swept through a piece of air, it was like a sharp blade piercing a rotten wall

No?

After searching for a long time, Ogata was shocked to find that there was no trace of the evil spirit.

How could this be that it could not be that he miscalculated. Because under such specific conditions, evil spirits have indeed been generated, otherwise it would not be possible for evil spirits to be so concentrated in one area.

But neither his sense of smell, nor his sight, nor the sense of a scalpel could capture the nature of the evil spirit.

It can't be so cleverly hidden, and it can't just escape.

Ogata walked over to a draining drain, and he bent down and touched the corroded iron rod with a finger.

This is the damage caused to the metal after the gas is formed.

The evil spirit should have been here before he came here, otherwise the traces of corrosion would not have been so new, and the area was rich and did not disperse the aura, which was also left by the ghosts in the process of evolution.

Where the hell did it go?

You know, even evil spirits can't try to survive in the sun. So when you leave the garage, they will appear as spirits, only to be wiped out by the scorching masculine air.

Wait a minute

Ogata was shocked, and suddenly thought of something, and a flash of surprise flashed in his eyes.

His face sank, and in his mind, the BMW that passed by him came to mind.

Blinding lights, honking horns, and the figure of the driver who has never been seen clearly!

"You are?" In charge of the security room of the community, there was a knock on the door, and a young man stood at the door.

A blue coat, a short spirit, an angular face, and a pair of calm and slender eyes. He was gentle, polite, and mild-mannered, unhostile.

He was the Ogata who came to the security room from the underground parking lot.

Looking at the middle-aged security personnel in front of him, with a questioning attitude. Without any extra nonsense, Ogata took out his work ID, a police officer with a police badge on it, from the pocket of his jacket.

Because a few days ago, there was a homicide, in order to cooperate with the investigation, so the security guard has a preliminary understanding of the police documents.

Seeing this young man, the document he took out seemed to be the work card of a senior police officer, and he immediately changed his attitude and invited Ogata into the house to talk.

"I want to transfer the underground garage to the surveillance footage half an hour ago." Ogata walked over to the monitor of the surveillance device and went straight to the point.

Hearing this, the security guard followed Ogata's instructions and adjusted the recorded surveillance video to half an hour ago.

Ogata's eyes were fixed on the image of the monitor, which was the entrance to the underground parking garage.

After about a few minutes, a figure slowly walked into the underground garage, and this person was him

Then, about half a minute later, a white BMW drove out of the entrance.

Seeing this, Ogata stretched out his hand and paused with a mouse click. The picture is frozen at the moment when the BMW car is closest to the surveillance.

"Can I zoom in?" He turned around and asked the security guard.

Hearing Ogata's question, the security guard quickly nodded, walked to the device and pressed the button, magnifying the screen on the monitor.

Double, triple, quadruple

"Okay." When magnifying to about six times, Ogata called a stop.

Hearing this, the security guard quickly stopped.

Ogata looked at the monitor, the driver who was revealing Lushan's true face through the car window

For a moment, I felt my scalp tingle.

A gray-white face, wrinkled and cracked skin, a long head, and a pair of sunken green eyes, and a smile that seemed to have a deep meaning for the camera.

His smile makes people feel cold all over the body, very weird and frightened.

"Ahh The security guard was startled, and looked at the zoomed-in in horror, this guy driving a BMW car actually looked like this.

And Ogata, though shocked, kept a cool head.

This guy, you can't go wrong

It's gin!!!! (To be continued...!)

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