Xiaolan and Conan came to their home as guests, and according to the standards of ancient times, it was a journey that spanned thousands of mountains and rivers.

So the Ogata family made a sumptuous dinner to entertain the two of them. Everyone talked and laughed at the dinner table, and Ogata served everyone food from time to time, feeling the atmosphere of rare home.

Before going to bed at night, Ogata took a hot shower, wrapped himself in his bathrobe, and returned to the bedroom where he hadn't been back in a long time.

The bedroom is larger than the Japanese one, and once inside, there are two rows of bookshelves, which are filled with dense books, most of which are must-read classics for forensic science, and there are several oil paintings on the walls that hide philosophical ideas, but in fact, Ogata is just for decoration, so the price of each painting is not even 500 dollars.

Walking to his comfortable bed, Ogata seemed to 'pounce' and fell down.

Soft, comfortable, without a trace of dust, it is obvious that the mother is taking care of the Yiqiē in this room.

Lying on the bed, Ogata thought about things.

His encounter with the Black Suit was getting closer, and he remembered to get out of vodka what he wanted to know. They made an appointment to meet at a time and place, and all the members of the organization would be there, and it would definitely be a good opportunity to go head-to-head.

I remember that the time was the day after tomorrow.

Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles!

Ogata raised an eyebrow and sat up from the bed. Gin and vodka died, and the other members of the Black Order didn't know about it, if that day came, on the big day of their party. These two guys didn't show up for the words. Apparently something happened. Once they set out to investigate the matter. The Miyano sisters who defected from their organization infiltrate, and many things surrounding Ogata will surface.

If things get to this point, Ogata will be quite passive. It's like Gin has turned into another identity, it's in the dark, and it's in the light. If you want to face an opponent who is hiding, it is definitely better to face it directly, and it will come neatly.

That's right! Ogata seems to have thought of something, from his own wallet. Pulled out a slightly crumpled business card.

It is in full English format, abbreviated with the name of a company, and a string of email numbers.

Looking at this 'American Dross Company', Ogata remembered that this was turned out of Gin after he died. As a professional killer, you should not carry anything other than cash and a pistol. Therefore, this business card should be quite important, otherwise it will not be carried by him, at least it should have some connection with the black-clothed organization.

Now that he can have something to do with the black-clad organization, it's all for Ogata. Precious clues.

Ogata walked over to the computer desk and pulled out his chair. Looking at this desktop monitor, which is obviously much thinner than the one in the Japanese office, my eyes are full of relief.

Even if it is not as good as the LCD display of later generations, and the mainstream core processor, this assembled desktop is still ahead of some computers used by ordinary people in China. After all, Ogata asked a lot of friends around him, and some advanced configurations saved from Silicon Valley and some channels, and the speed of operation was barely able to meet his requirements.

Sitting on a chair that resembled a boss's chair, Ogata pressed the power buttons on the monitor and case, leaning back on the comfortable leather cushions, leaning back a bit, and as a few wheels under the chair rubbed against the ground, he pulled some distance from the illuminated monitor.

Doing so is also a precautionary measure.

Because his eyesight is sharper than that of ordinary people, he habitually sits back a little longer, especially when he touches some electronic products. In this day and age, myopia is still rare. But Ogata knows that once you enter the 21st century, it will be difficult for young people on the street to find people who don't have glasses. It's because he has better eyesight than others that he worries about these eyes.

After turning on the phone, Ogata found the built-in Internet Explorer browser, quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, typed in the Google URL, and searched for information about the company name left on the business card.

Dross! There are only a few results.

Obviously, Google doesn't have more detailed information about this company, however, and it makes sense. The black-clad organization has always been very well hidden, so whether it is money laundering or smuggling trade, they will not choose a company that is in the limelight to cover up.

Registered in 1994, engaged in the logistics and transportation industry, the company is headquartered in Los Angeles!

Ogata's eyes quickly swiped over the content displayed on the screen, which was a very official introduction, and he slid the mouse wheel with one hand to pull down the web page, and among the other search results, he found one that he found interesting.

This is a separate web page, and when opened, it seems to enter the main interface with a black tone.

And in the center of the whole interface, there is a place similar to a search box, which seems to need to enter an account password or something like that, to be able to enter.

Ogata's eyes reflected the light of the monitor, and his lips quivered slightly.

After thinking for a while, he took his phone and pressed a set of numbers.

On the other end of the phone, answered quickly.

"Hey, who's that?" A voice that sounds familiar.

Ogata chuckled softly, "Dr. Agasa, it's me. Yusuke Ogata. ”

That's right, he called Dr. Asasa who was far away in Japan. During the day today, he was still used as a shield by Conan, an inventor who didn't know anything about it.

"Oh, it's Brother Ogata! I heard that you are back in the United States now? Is there anything I can help with? "Dr. Asasa is very smart, and he knows that Ogata, who has not been in contact with him often, must have a problem when he calls him at this time, and he needs to help solve it.

Ogata let out an "um".

He thought about it and thought about it, and the best person to help him look up this site seemed to be Dr. Asasa. If he asked Miwako Sato, or someone else, once he found out what this website was for, or if it involved the black-clothed organization, there would definitely be a mess. So Dr. Asasa, who is in full condition of Conan, helps himself investigate this site. Even if you know something. It won't have much to do with either.

Then. Ogata asked Dr. Asa to talk about it in detail on the phone. He didn't deliberately avoid the affairs of the black-clothed organization, but gave an explanation of 1510.

Dr. Asa should understand how important this matter is to him and Conan.

Ogata happened to have a fax machine at home, so he passed the business card he had in his hand to him for a while. With intuition, log in to the account of that page. It should be related to the mailbox.

"Don't worry, if I find out what results, I will definitely contact you as soon as possible." Dr. Asasa readily agreed.

After thanking him repeatedly, Ogata hung up the phone.

The last time Dr. Asa helped make a scalpel, he hadn't thanked him properly. Unexpectedly, this time I owed him a favor again.

Ogata sighed, it seemed that when he returned to Japan, he would like to reward this enthusiastic doctor.

Just when he turned off the computer and was about to go back to bed to rest, the mobile phone next to the computer desk was placed. The text message bell rang.

Ogata flipped through his phone and found the text he had just received in the last second.

"Ogata. Slept? ”

The sender is Shiho.

Seeing this text message, Ogata, who had planned to rest and fall asleep earlier, suddenly lifted his spirits, and all his original sleepiness dissipated.

"I didn't sleep, I'll look for you tomorrow." Ogata pressed his two fingers continuously, and finally clicked to confirm send.

Zhibao sent back a message: "Accompany your mother well, my sister and I are fine, we have a very solid and peaceful life here, it is like going back to a long, long time ago." ”

"That's good, I hope too, you're just an ordinary girl."

Ogata saw her text message, I don't know why, there was some bitterness in my heart, and when he thoroughly understood Shiho's identity and experience, he realized why Shiho deliberately kept a distance from him when he was in college.

It's because she grew up under the pressure of the black-clothed organization that she became a cold girl who learned to disguise herself. Because of this, she is alone and has lost a lot of the happiness that her peers should enjoy.

"Ogata, go to bed early."

Shiho finally replied with a text message, and Ogata looked at his phone before replying, "You too, have a good rest." ”

Communication between two people, very little.

But enough is enough! For Ogata, he knew that Shiho had already revealed a lot of what she wanted to express in a brief message.

Perhaps, everyone sees it from a different perspective.

And in Ogata's eyes, Shiho is like an onion, peeled to the end, just a simple heart.

Letting go of his eagerness to meet Shiho again, Ogata no longer thinks about the Blackcoat Organization, he now has to sleep, recharge his energy, and face tomorrow where he never knows what will happen in the next second.

Lying on the bed, Ogata pulled out the scalpel hidden in his body before going to bed.

He quietly placed it on the windowsill, and in the bright moonlight, it shimmered brightly, refracted on the ceiling, like a white sickle, so slender and curved.

"Zuowei, take care of it for me."

Ogata spoke calmly to it. To guard against this kind of thing, there is no distinction between day and night, because he knows that if the evil spirit of Gin really reaches the United States, then it must be around his side, and it may be waiting for an opportunity.

Now to move Zuo Wei out of the body is to take all possible defensive measures. Once something unclean intrudes into this area, it will be the first to sense it as a medium of qi.

The scalpel on the windowsill shook slightly, and then a faint laugh came from the bottom of Ogata's heart: "Don't worry. ”

Ogata nodded.

He lay down on the pillow with relief, and it wasn't long before the sound of even-toned breathing sounded between his snorts

When he woke up the next day, Ogata glanced at the alarm clock at the bedside, and it was already past nine o'clock.

Because of the jet lag and the fact that his mind was very tired during this time, he slept for a long time. There are no dreams and no distractions, so the quality of sleep is very high, which also makes him feel good when he wakes up in the morning.

The silver-white scalpel was still lying quietly on the windowsill, without any signs of moving, as if it had spent a wonderful night with him.

Ogata straightened his hair slightly, tucked the scalpel into his palm, and pulled back the curtains of his room to let the day's rays shine.

When he walked out of the bedroom and went to wash, he saw Ran and Conan watching TV downstairs.

"Morning!" Ogata said hello to the two of them, and went into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth.

Because I was going to fly to Los Angeles the day after tomorrow, Ogata was in a hurry to make an itinerary for today. He was going to see Shiho in the morning, and in the afternoon, he had to take the time to drive to buy a plane ticket to leave tomorrow.

He must sneak into the Cecil Hotel before all the members of the black-clothed organization arrive.

After having breakfast cooked by her mother, Ogata took the car keys and drove the Rolls-Royce that had picked up Conan yesterday towards another property in his family.

On the way, I happened to see a flower shop.

Ogata wonders if he wants to buy Shiho a bouquet of flowers? Wouldn't that be too cheesy?

He pulled over to the side of the road, hesitated, and got out of the car.

Because Ogata believes in that sentence, every girl can't resist the temptation of flowers.

Instead of being so entangled. It still doesn't matter if Shiho likes it or not, let's buy it!

A large bouquet of flowers stuffed into the trunk of the car by Ogata (to be continued......)