The distance between Ogata, who turned around, and the man in black was very close, except for a black gun.

His hand was pressed low, his palm firmly gripping the handle of the gun, and the eyes under the brim of his hat fell on Ogata's face like a bitter wind, piercing every pore of his skin, and he couldn't say it in disgust.

Ogata was waiting, waiting for him to come up with a reason. Otherwise, this guy wouldn't have acted rashly and made a mess before organizing a party.

"Let me see your hands." The voice of the man in black was very low, he was different from Gin, he gave people the feeling of being a little less rebellious, more cold-blooded of a pure killer.

In the face of the forced gaze of the man in black, Ogata crossed between the elevator door and the inside, and then looked at the pistol between the two of them, and made an expression of increasing fear, and stretched out his hand tremblingly.

He seemed to have guessed the guy's intentions.

The Kuroko man's eyes swept over Ogata's outstretched palm, and it seemed that he had taken a few more glances between his palm prints, and he, who had originally wrapped his whole body with murderous intent, seemed to slow down his tone: "You are really unlucky." ”

"Unlucky?" Ogata couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, seeing that he didn't put down the gun, while his nerves were tense and wary of him, he also guessed what his intention was to look at his palm prints.

This guy wants to use the calluses between his palms and the smoothed palm prints to judge whether he has the experience of holding a gun for a long time.

As a medical examiner, Ogata had the experience of performing autopsies on violent people who often held guns. He knew that holding the pistol often, in order to stabilize the crosshairs of the three points and one line, would ensure that there was an even force match between the palm and the fingers.

If as a veteran. If you always hold a gun. The tiger's mouth, index finger, and should also have the palm. As well as the palm print at the base of the finger, it will be smoothed out and then covered with a layer of cocoons.

Obviously, there are several types of people who understand this.

Cops, detectives, forensics, and killers!

And the man in black. It's the last group of people.

He didn't seem to find anything suspicious from Ogata, but simply based on his feelings, he decided that Ogata was a little different from ordinary people, and suspected that he was a police officer who had infiltrated this hotel, or the FBI!

And to say that Ogata is unlucky, it is that the man in black proves that he cannot be a policeman who threatens the organization after seeing that his palm print did not hold the gun for a long time and the wear and tear and calluses of zhì. So it was a pure accident to scare him with a gun.

Seeing that the Kuroko man relaxed his vigilance, Ogata adjusted his breath as much as possible to make himself flustered. Koutiao stammered a little and asked, "Can this gentleman let me go?" ”

In the eyes of the latter, he was like he was scared silly. Even the palms that let him check still stay in mid-air, trembling incessantly, and didn't have time to take them back.

At the same time, his eyes swept over the monitor inside the elevator.

"Huh." The sunspot man sneered, and suddenly said, "My name is Cohen, goodbye!" After speaking, his eyes burst with murderous intent, the tip of his tongue licked the corner of his mouth, the cold voice had not yet dissipated in the elevator room, and the slender fingers gently pulled the trigger.

His fingers, pulling the trigger and muzzle, seemed to be pregnant with death!

In the next second when the man in black moved, in Ogata's eyes, the appearance of the man in black became heavier, his mind turned, and his originally trembling hands were relatively still for a moment, and then with a "whoosh", the white light of Lin flashed across his face, illuminating the eyes of the man in black who was standing opposite and trying to shoot, which had been pressed under the brim of his hat.

The man in black only felt a flower in front of him, followed by a sharp thing piercing his body, because the speed was too fast, he didn't even have time to feel the pain, he could only use the last dilated pupils to see a large pool of familiar plasma, from his neck, like a fountain!

Expaquents of blood splattered.

The finger that he originally pulled the trigger on, the joints seemed to be frozen, and then he lost his strength all over his body, and his nerves and muscles seemed to be resting The Kuroko man opened his round eyes and looked at Ogata, and he didn't shoot for a long time!

A silvery-white, blood-stained scalpel trembled and stabbed into the metal wall of the elevator behind the man in black. As his throat made an inexplicable 'whirring' sound, drops of blood flowed to the ground

On the neck of the man in black, a completely penetrated hole, you can see the blood gushing out, you can see the sharp cut flesh crumbs, and you can see the silver-white points of light that are connected into a line.

Ogata looked at him, Sven was like a scholar, but he was less frightened and fearful just now, but calmer than the killer. He slowly lowered his arms and palms, which had stopped in mid-air

The man in black lost the strength to support him, and with a "poof", he leaned to one side and fell into the elevator, forming a dazzling picture with the blood that flowed out.

I don't know who is unlucky?

Ogata didn't want to make a fuss, because he didn't have to fight the members of the Black Order as soon as he arrived at the hotel on the first day, which would quickly expose his existence.

But what he didn't expect was that this guy named Cohen was clever and unscrupulous, and wanted to kill himself while being filmed by the monitor.

This is to force yourself to kill him. Damn it!

Ogata looked at the corpse that had fallen to the ground, dealing with the aftermath was enough for him to have a headache, knowing that such a corpse could not be left like this, and something would definitely happen. For the time being, not to mention the actions of the black-clothed organization, they will also provoke the police.

After all, children know that murder is against the law, and it is inevitable in any country.

As a forensic doctor, I have seen countless cases of homicide. Even if there are thousands of ways to dispose of corpses in my mind now, we must be prepared, but this qiē came too suddenly and unexpectedly.

Ogata looked at the corpse, his eyes turned, and he suddenly heard footsteps coming from outside the elevator door!

Not his companions!

The footsteps were brisk, apparently young.

As the footsteps got closer and closer, his head looked like a machine with countless gears running-in, quickly finding reliable emergency measures.

Sure enough, the figure of a girl appeared at the elevator door, and Ogata stared at the sight.

She hadn't recovered at first, but when she saw the Qiē in the elevator and the corpse lying in a pool of blood, her eyes widened and she looked at Ogata with a calm face as if nothing was happening.

Ogata looked at her, he didn't expect that the girl who came over was actually an Asian face with black hair and yellow skin.

She was very young, in her twenties, and seemed to be stunned by what she saw.

"Don't scream!" Ogata quickly took out his ID from the pocket of his jacket, which was clearly printed with the badge of the Japanese Metropolitan Police Department, and he didn't care if the girl saw it clearly or not, and said in a condensed voice: "I'm a policeman, what you see now is the fugitive I'm pursuing." He had committed a great crime and had already been shot dead by me on the spot. If you scream now, you'll only alarm his companions, and we'll all die. ”

The scalpel had been withdrawn from the body.

In a short period of time, Ogata tried his best to make what he said as convincing as possible, so that he could calm the scene and let this girl not cause trouble and really alarm others.

"Do I need to call the police?" The girl took a closer look at the police officer's ID in Ogata's hand, then looked at his kind face, and said hurriedly in a tone of solicitation.

Hearing her say this, it seems that she has succeeded.

As long as she doesn't yell and attract others, everything can be solved.

Ogata shook his head, looked at her and asked slowly, "Are you Japanese?" ”

"No, no." The girl blinked and quickly shook her head.

"Huh?" Ogata was stunned, and most of the Asians he saw recently were Japanese, so he subconsciously classified them as international students from Japan.

Don't.

"I'm Chinese." She replied a little nervously, and the feelings seemed very unstable. Because it was a corpse, ordinary people would naturally be afraid when they saw it.

When Ogata heard "Chinese", he completely gave up the killing intent he had once moved.

"My name is Yusuke Ogata, what's your name?" He knew that he needed the help of this little girl to get out of the current predicament, so he first introduced herself politely.

The girl hesitated and looked at Ogata.

"My name is Lan Keer." (To be continued......)

PS: Bloodflower is cheeky and asks for a reward