Forensic!

Hearing Ogata take the initiative to introduce his professional identity, the driver in his forties was a little surprised and said, "Little brother, you are still the first forensic doctor I have ever pulled in the past ten years." No wonder I've said so much about Cecil's bad hotels, you haven't had the slightest taboo. ”

Ogata smiled slightly and said to him, "It's true that a profession like forensic medicine is rarely encountered at the moment. My family is in New York, and I came to Los Angeles to deal with some things, and since this Cecil hotel is close to where I am doing business, I booked a room with them in advance. As for the black dahlia incident you mentioned, I've heard about it too. But unexpectedly, this Cecil hotel is the scene of this unsolved case in the local area. ”

"Well, there's a question, I'd like to know." The driver hesitated, then stopped.

Ogata said casually, "It's okay, you ask." We can still talk, and we can see that you are a good person, master, and if it were someone else, you might not give me this reminder. ”

The driver smiled, and then said solemnly: "Since the little brother is a forensic doctor, he must have come into contact with many corpses and dead people." I wonder if there is one in this world that you should understand. ”

"You mean ghosts?" Ogata looked at him.

Seeing the driver nodding, he said funny: "If there are ghosts in this world, then the work of forensic medicine may be difficult to continue." If, as the legend goes, there really are evil spirits that take people's lives, no amount of law or order can restrain these supernatural ghosts. And people like me don't know how many times they have died. ”

It was obviously a bit against his will to say this. Because in Ogata's life. Number of ghost sightings. But not just once or twice. He has contact with all kinds of ghosts. Or even dealt with. A difficult evil spirit like Gin, waiting by his side for revenge, is far more terrifying than the ghosts in movies and storybooks.

But in front of outsiders, it was naturally impossible for Ogata to tell the truth.

In this world, the less people know about this, the better. Because once you know and know, it will only mean that the person with a clear mind will fall into panic and suffer a lot to get by.

"Oh. You're right. The driver smiled and continued: "How can there be ghosts? In this day and age, everything must have a scientific basis. Maybe many evil things happen in this world just by simple coincidences. It's just a gimmick that newspapers and magazines deliberately invent in order to earn enough eyeballs. ”

"Hmm." Ogata doesn't say anything anymore, but it's not a good thing that he keeps this mentality

When the taxi stopped at the parking lot near the Sissel Hotel, Ogata finally understood what many guests who had come to stay had to say about this four-star hotel on the Internet yesterday. I actually use an adjective like dirty mess.

Because it's very remote, and it's in a poor area. Plus it's a downtown street. So there is a lot of garbage on the ground nearby, and the potted plants outside the hotel door seem to have not been pruned for a while, because the drainage canal is broken, and some sections of the ground are still waterlogged. When I got out of the car, I couldn't help but see such a picture, which would be in stark contrast with the opulent scene in downtown Los Angeles, which should be said to be a contrast, more appropriate.

If you look at this 'famous' Cecil Hotel in the local area, the whole is mainly yellow, because of the age, the paint on the walls is obviously refurbished, so it does not look like an ancient building that appeared in 1927. However, even so, it cannot hide the fact that there are broken and falling off places between the bricks and tiles of the wall, and the outer eaves of some doors and windows can even be seen cracked. Although it is not excluded that Ogata has good eyesight, he can clearly observe every detail of the exterior of this hotel.

The hotel is about ten floors, and at a glance, it seems that there are a lot of people staying in the hotel, many windows are open, and some people even poke their heads out to breathe.

"How? Brother? Behind Ogata, the driver who had been carrying him hadn't left, rolled down the window glass and said to him.

Ogata replied with a smile, "It's okay, it's not as bad as I thought, but it's not much better." ”

"See you again for a chance!" The driver said hello to Ogata and drove away from his sight.

Exhaled, Ogata's eyes looked around, and he didn't find anything special, although it was very broken, but fortunately there were convenience stores and stations and the like, which was good.

Carrying his satchel on his back, he didn't look like an out-of-town traveler and walked straight to the Cecil Hotel.

There were no revolving glass doors, so Ogata pushed open the door of the hotel and walked to the front desk in charge of reception.

The staff at the front desk was a young black girl.

She first greeted her politely, then asked what country Ogata was from.

After Ogata replied that she was Chinese, she quickly added an extremely lame greeting 'hello'!

Because this hotel is advertised as a four-star hotel that supports online reservations in Chinese, English, French, Dutch, Italian, Spanish and Portuguese. It sounds lofty, but in fact only the booking page supports these languages, and the waiter here should be just a simple greeting Chinese words.

She tried to communicate with Ogata in Chinese, but it sounded very jerky and awkward.

Seeing this, Ogata quickly interrupted her in fluent English, explained the room he had booked, and then handed her the ID for registration and the accommodation fee that needed to be paid from the wallet he had brought with him.

He had thought that if the members of the Black Order really chose to come to this kind of place to gather, they should not choose a low-to-medium price preferential room when choosing a room.

Since there is arms smuggling and other transactions, it is naturally not bad for money, so it is likely that I have booked the most exclusive luxury room in this hotel.

So before he came, Ogata booked this hotel, and the consumption was the most expensive. It is also the room closest to the top floor on the floor.

The black waiter checked Ogata's check-in information. A little strange look at him. Seems to be a local. She wondered why Ogata would come to such a place when he could afford to stay in a big hotel.

After completing the formalities and retrieving his room card and his own documents, Ogata walked to the elevator.

The elevator door opened with a "ding".

The moment he walked into the elevator, his heart suddenly jumped, and the tattoo of the Immortal Ding Gang Qi Diagram on his back suddenly burned for a moment, and then the tip of Ogata's nose seemed to smell a familiar smell.

This is

Ogata didn't smell ghosts. It's not anger, but the smell of blood, a stream that doesn't seem to dissipate, a faint fishy smell.

In this elevator, there is another person besides him!

Under normal circumstances, Ogata is on the first floor, and it is impossible for anyone else to share an elevator with him without anyone stepping out of the elevator.

His gaze looked at the guy standing on the inside of the elevator room, leaning against the wall.

The next second. Ogata's eyes flashed, and it was hard to take them off of him again.

Dressed in a black suit with some folds. With a pair of sunglasses and a peaked cap with a low brim, his expression was cold, the facial features on his face were condensed with murderous intent, his lips were close together, and one hand was in the pocket of his pants.

Only Ogata can feel it at close range

This guy's body is filled with the smell of blood. And his anger, mixed with the smell of blood, is obviously another living person he has seen with the potential to become an 'evil spirit' in addition to gin.

Ogata quickly avoided his gaze before the other party noticed.

He knew that judging directly from this dress and this feeling, this guy in front of him should be a member of the black-clothed organization!

Ogata never dreamed that he would come into contact with one of them so quickly.

The whole elevator was silent, and the man in black was always leaning against the wall, not smiling, standing there silently, but like an iceberg, he was coldly pressed in his heart.

Ogata stood indifferently across from him, his mind was very calm, and his face looked like a gentle scholar, and even when the other party looked at him, he would show a simple smile.

From beginning to end, neither of them had any eyes at each other. Under the brim of his hat, those eyes were covered in shadows, and he couldn't see clearly.

Out of the corner of his eye, Ogata stole a glance at his hand that had been in his pocket.

If I'm not mistaken, it's a gun.

Because the tip of the gun, it seems to pass through the material of the pants, has a trace.

In a country like the United States, where gun control is not strict, it is not difficult to carry a gun with you.

Seeing that the lights on the floor were climbing up little by little, the two of them missed many opportunities to stop.

"What floor do you live on?"

Suddenly, the man in black spoke.

The cold voice echoed through the empty elevator room.

Ogata looked at him, his eyes chilling under the slightly raised brim of his hat, and his pupils locked on Ogata who was standing opposite, like a vulture who had established his target.

What sharp eyes!

This guy actually took the initiative to speak.

Ogata thought moved, and sure enough, because he chose to live in the room and was close to the floor where they were partying, it attracted this guy's defense.

In order to cover himself up very well, Ogata, who was used to seeing big scenes and was not even afraid of death, replied with a smile, "I'm downstairs on the 16th floor." ”

"Oh." The man in black simply agreed, his face expressionless.

Seeing that there was still one floor, I arrived at the 16th floor where Ogata had booked a room.

He had noticed just now that the floor button pressed by the man in black was on the 17th floor. If he avoided the same floor, he would have been much less guarded.

Bite!

Arriving at the 16th floor, Ogata who was going to make a long-term plan wanted to leave the elevator, after all, if there was any conflict with the black-clad organization at this time, it would cause unnecessary turmoil before everyone gathered at the party.

If the enemy is alerted in advance, the consequences will be the worst. He's going to fight these guys in advance, and the odds of winning will go from 50 percent to less than 20 percent from what he expected at the beginning.

It will develop into a situation where there is no brainpower and it is completely hard-hitting.

The elevator doors slowly opened, and thoughts raced quickly

Ogata's eyes saw the environment of the outer floors, the soft lighting, the room numbers, and his feet were about to take a step.

"Come back!"

A cold voice suddenly sounded, suppressing his pace.

In an instant, Ogata felt a black hole in the muzzle of a gun pressed against his waist behind him. It was as if the sense of crisis on pins and needles made his eyes squint.

How can it be? This guy would actually take the initiative when he didn't know himself?

And when Ogata walked into the elevator just now, he observed that there seemed to be a monitor set up in the elevator, and once he had any unusual behavior, the monitor would record it all.

But now there is no fear to pull out a gun and threaten yourself, what is it?

In the depths of Ogata's stretched eyes, a fierce color crossed him, and his palms clenched slightly, and he slowly turned around.

He knew that as a normal person, if he faced a gun in a good manner, he would definitely be frightened.

So Ogata pretended to be scared, opened his mouth wide, looked at the man in black with some horror, his lips trembled, and asked as if he was a ghost, "What's wrong?" ”

Ogata stood between the elevator doors, delaying as much time as he could, not listening to him completely, and returning to the elevator. (To be continued......)