The destruction of corpses is disgusting and tasteless.

He has done many autopsies, and in the face of those scattered pieces of meat and internal organs, he has thought countless times about what kind of psychological qualities the murderer had to have at that time to be able to treat creatures like himself to be poisoned.

Therefore, unless he has to, he will definitely not choose such cruel methods as crushing corpses and refining corpses.

Ogata found a large roll of tape and plastic film, and he wrapped Cohen's body in a tight, airtight knot that looked like a mummy, using his hands and feet, and even without scissors. If you don't look closely, you won't think that it contains a corpse.

And in this way, as time passes, the putrid smell of corpses does not emanate from this room and attract the attention of others.

In order to prevent anyone from spotting it in the bathtub, Ogata moved the body from the bathtub and carried it to a closet.

Under normal circumstances, after putting up a 'Do Not Disturb' sign, the hotel's service staff will not enter the guest's room without permission. But things often go their way, so Ogata is extra careful. He was worried that the waiter would really come into the room, so he put the body in the closet. The wardrobe is different from the bathtub, because it is the privacy of the guests, so the hotel clearly stipulates that it is not allowed to be cleaned and opened casually.

With this qiē ready, Ogata picked up a bottle of drink from the bedside cabinet, unscrewed the cap, and drank a lot of it.

Just when Ogata felt that it was time to leave the place, suddenly his eyes were alert, and his ears were entangled, relying on his hearing far beyond ordinary people. It seems to be far away. I caught the footsteps in the corridor on this floor of the hotel.

The footsteps are brisk. But it's very stable, and it's getting closer and closer to the room where this 'Cohen' is registered.

Are you here?

Could it be that he is looking for Cohen's fellow organization?

Or do you think too much about it, but it's just the waiter in charge of cleaning the hotel?

Either way, he's going to have to be ready.

Ogata's eyebrows furrowed slightly, his eyes flashing for a moment, and he glanced at the half-bottle of drink in his hand before stuffing it into his pocket. He stood up. Wearing a white shirt, he had very light hands and feet, and tried not to make a sound as much as possible.

As the footsteps approached, Ogata walked to the door, leaning down, lowering his eyes to the same height as a cat's eye.

When his right eye saw the picture outside the hotel corridor, a figure was slowly walking towards room 1704.

A small black gown, exposing a large area of skin near the collarbone, and what appeared to be an ornament around the neck. Short brown hair, a pair of eyes that look around. Her steps are steady, unlike the usual flamboyant girls.

Due to the limited vision of the cat's eye, it is not clear to see more specific details.

But it's already clear!

When Ogata saw this dress, six words popped up directly in his mind: "member of the black-clad organization"!

Yes, I'm not sure what the relationship between this woman and Cohen is, but just by looking around vigilantly, Ogata knows that this woman must have undergone similar professional training.

It's really a coincidence that there is no book!

Ogata sighed helplessly, his luck today was really 'good', before the gathering of the black-clad organization was not held, he actually ran into two members of the organization.

And look at the meaning of this woman, she is here to find Cohen.

Before he left, she was barricaded in this room.

Ogata's mind was beating, and his eyes glanced at the closet where the body was hidden, no one should have noticed that Cohen was dead, because he knew that the surveillance video in the security room was in a state of leaving unguarded, otherwise Cohen, even if he was a professional killer, would not take out a gun and attack him as if no one was there. He must have done something to be so unscrupulous as possible without causing trouble to the organization.

This is also a good explanation, after so long, the matter of killing himself has not happened.

"Knock knock!"

Ogata was less than a meter away from the woman in the black-clad organization because the door was less than a meter away, and there was a knock in his ears that didn't have a specific frequency.

With a flash of vision, this woman is really here to find Cohen!

That is, she already knew about Cohen's arrival at the Cecil hotel a day earlier in order to attend the party.

The knocking continued, and she didn't seem to believe there was anyone inside!

Ogata pursed his lips, if this woman sees Cohen not showing up at the party tomorrow, it means that her plans are all in vain, and these guys will realize that they will be potential enemies.

As Ogata pondered and weighed how he would face it, there was a tingling vibration in his pocket.

Followed by!

"Bell bell bell bell bell"

The rapid and melodious ringing of the bell suddenly woke up the quiet hotel room.

Ogata's face changed, and he looked at the phone he had taken out of his pocket!

It's Cohen's! He forgot to handle this phone just now, because he wanted to pick up other people's contact information, yes, but it was definitely not this time.

A string of caller numbers, apparently from the woman standing outside the door, waiting for Cohen's response.

"Cohen, open the door!"

The woman stood outside the door, her voice was a little eerie, her mouth was cracked with an evil smile, she had a phoenix tail tattoo on her left eye, and her two pairs of eyes were heavily outlined, looking a little cautious.

Those eyes seemed to penetrate the door of the room.

At the same time, her hand suddenly took out a delicate, silver-white Browning from her waist.

With the other hand, he actually took out a room card from his pocket.

"Toot!" When the key card is attached to the magnetic sensor, a strange sound is made.

Then, she twisted the armrest, and the door was pushed open with slight force.

The woman was very vigilant, and before the door was fully opened, she subconsciously took a step back and pulled away a distance, and the Browning in her hand was ready to shoot at any time.

But when the door of the room opens!

The woman saw nothing

There were no outsiders, and Cohen wasn't there.

She sneered and walked into the room, a cold killing intent appeared in the corner of her eye, and the phoenix tail butterfly in her left eye became bewitching and evil, as if she was dancing.

Once inside, she surveyed every nook and cranny.

It includes behind the sofa in the living room, under the bed edge in the bedroom, and the bathtub in the bathroom

No one was hiding.

And on the table next to the sofa, she found the mobile phone that Cohen usually uses.

Did this guy forget to bring it?

The woman walked over and looked at her phone, and she did see the missed call she had just made to him.

Bastard!

This is not his style, you must know that as a sniper, you have to keep your communication equipment with you, and always accept orders from the organization to kill your target. It was a party, but he couldn't have made such a simple mistake.

Suddenly she realized something, and turned her gaze to the wardrobe that she didn't seem to have searched before!

Oh?

A sneer crossed her lips, and she took a silencer from her pocket, easily placing it on the muzzle of the Browning gun she was holding.

"Puff puff!" She pulled the trigger casually, and the muzzle of the gun rang out several muffled sounds, and the bullet was fired at the closet that had not been checked.

In an instant, several bullets pierced the surface of the wardrobe in succession, and the bullet holes formed a horizontal line.

Amazing marksmanship, accurate and ruthless, seems to seal off the inside of a qiē.

Immediately after, a piercing scream came from the cabinet.

Hearing this, she knew that she had guessed correctly, someone had come to Cohen's room, and because Cohen didn't like to drink sweet things, she would find that there was a bottle of drink missing when she checked the list of items in the hotel.

The woman's eyes were dilated, and the evil murderous intent was revealed, and she walked to the door of the cabinet that had been pierced by bullet holes with a wanton smile.

The moment she stretched out her hand and opened the cabinet door!

The eyeshadow outlined, like the eyes reflected in the dark cavern, staring at the slowing down in the line of sight.

In the next second, a large man wrapped in plastic film and tape turned upside down.

The corners of the woman's mouth twitched, the nerve reflex was extremely fast, and she shot quickly!

Just when the unknown object shot out streaks of blood

"If you want to survive, put down your gun!" A voice rang out in the woman's ears, followed by a cold blade against her back, giving goosebumps to the skin nearby.

The woman was stunned, and her eyes glanced behind her strangely: "You killed Cohen?" With that, she was very crisp, and as soon as she let go of her right hand, the Browning fell to the ground. Getting her to put down the gun seemed simpler than she thought.

Ogata stood behind her, holding his scalpel in his hand, the blade pointed straight at the woman.

His eyes flashed, and he did not answer the woman's question, but said, "Where is the meeting organized, in which room?" ”

"Oh? Do you know the organization? Is it FBI? Still is? The woman smiled, avoiding Ogata's question.

Ogata also smiled and said lightly, "I'm a forensic doctor." ”

"Haha, you're so humorous, it's funny." The woman smiled brightly, her eyes always tilted to one side, trying to see the person behind her.

Yikes!

Just as the woman was laughing, Ogata's gaze turned cold, and he suddenly picked up the scalpel and stabbed the woman in the back.

"Ahh The woman screamed in pain, the smile on her face distorted, and the mockery in her eyes changed to horror.

"I said I'm a forensic doctor, I know which knife I won't stab you to death! Which knife will really kill you! ”

Ogata's eyes looked at the blood-dripping wound, and he pulled out his scalpel sharply, and said calmly.

"Don't do that, we can discuss." The woman endured the pain, clenched her palms, gritted her teeth and said. (To be continued......)

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