The man in the police uniform didn't feel the obvious fluctuation of anger, his expression was very calm, the eyes wearing sunglasses didn't seem to be able to hide the gentle gaze, and he said with some bitterness: "Help me take care of Sato, thank you." ”

"If you can't let go of your feelings for Sato, there is no way to reincarnate and get the next rebirth." Ogata is well aware of the current situation in him, some because of hatred, some because of nostalgia, and this ghost who doesn't feel the slightest disgust is obviously the latter.

Instead of answering Ogata's question directly, he turned to look at Ogata: "It's not important to me that she's a new student or something, the important thing is that she's still in my sight, no matter what she is!" ”

"My pain is not wandering in this world, but the beauty that can be captured, and the moment I touch it, it becomes a dream bubble."

He smiled, a tired and serious face under his sunglasses.

When Ogata wanted to continue asking, Sato's mother, who was steaming with coffee, came over. And the man in the police uniform who stayed in front of Sato instantly turned into a wisp of anger and disappeared without a trace.

"Ogata, you're welcome, sit here." Seeing that he had been standing, Sato's mother thought Ogata was restrained and hurriedly greeted.

Ogata nodded, sat down on another row of sand in the living room, and thanked Sato's mother for the coffee.

"Ogata" Just when Ogata was a little embarrassed and didn't know how to speak, Miwako Sato, who was drunk and asleep, actually called her name in her sleep.

For a moment, Ogata suddenly felt that Sato's mother, who was sitting opposite, looked at him a little strangely.

There is no way, it will be more embarrassing to open his mouth to leave at this time, Ogata picked up the coffee and took a sip gently, it was so bitter

The next day, after waking up early and taking a day off, Ogata began to work on his own work.

After a brief breakfast with Ran, Ogata suddenly thought of something before going out, returned to his room, and took out a bank card from the pocket on the inside of the suitcase.

Mornings are rush hour, so Ogata arrives at the subway station early, or it's not destined to be crowded.

When I arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, there were many people who greeted Ogata, some of whom I usually knew well, some of whom I didn't know, and even formed a habit after saying hello a few more times.

When he came to the coroner's department, Yi Chuan hadn't arrived yet, because his home was far away.

Ogata sat in his office chair, and in his spare time, he turned on his old computer, and it took a long wait for it to boot up and enter the system interface.

Open the police database, and there is another burst of loading, and the helpless Ogata is considered to have lost to the technology products of this era.

When he finally got inside, the police uniform came to Ogata's mind, and a certain touch point of memory was deeply imprinted on the police officer number on his chest, and he wondered what the nostalgia Sato had brought to that man was.

After tapping on the keyboard and entering the number of the police officer, a relevant information page opened, and his eyes narrowed.

First of all, there is a photo, with a black slightly curly head, a handsome face, both facial features and eyes, all of which are exactly the same as the man Ogata remembered guarding Sato's side.

"Matsuda Chenpei." With the name in mind, Ogata's eyes followed the name.

An officer of the Serious Crime Unit of the Search Division 1 of the Metropolitan Police Department, who served as a bomb disposal expert in the explosive ordnance disposal team of the mobile unit of the Metropolitan Police Department, died in the line of duty in a vicious bomb incident.

In the materials, the major events and small events that were born during the years when Matsuda Chen Ping served as a police officer are described in detail, including his merits and punishments.

Through the records of these words to feel a person, Ogata is not convinced that this is all Matsuda Chenhei, but he has found some impressions that give him a first understanding.

Just as he slid the mouse, the phone in his pocket rang.

"Hello?" Before Ogata picked up the phone, he saw that the caller ID was with Miwako Sato's number.

On the other end of the phone, Miwako Sato actually said, "Thank you last night." ”

"It's fine, but you're really scaring me." Ogata leaned back in his office chair and said to her with a smile.

Miwako Sato said urgently: "I drank too much last night, and my alcohol consumption is really good." ”

Her panicked explanation made Ogata naturally think of the expression she had on the phone at this moment, so she said, "Well, I believe it. Don't drink so much next time, fortunately I'm not a cheap pervert. ”

"yes, got it." Miwako Sato then said, "By the way, listen to Yumi, you sent me home, my mother didn't say anything to you, right?" ”

Sure enough, before Sato called him, he carefully confirmed with Yumi Miyamoto what happened to her after she was drunk.

"No, I just had a cup of coffee and left." In Ogata's mind, Sato's mother talked about some things about Miwako Sato almost since she was a child, and he did plan to leave after drinking coffee, but he didn't expect that this aunt seemed to have misunderstood something and made him sit in Sato's new home for an hour.

But at this time, it will be difficult for the two of them to get along with Sato, so it's better to embellish it.

Miwako Sato seemed relieved: "Thank you, Ogata. ”

"Treat me to dinner another day!"

"Of course, you paid for it last night. I owe you two meals. ”

Ogata made a joke: "Save up first, we can go to an international dinner." ”

"Damn, come to me at noon, I'll treat you to a staff meal, count it as a meal." Miwako Sato replied.

The two chatted and laughed on the phone, and Ogata suddenly remembered something, and before hanging up the phone, he hurriedly reminded her: "Don't forget that your car is still parked in front of the restaurant where you went to eat yesterday." ”

"Long-winded."

After getting off work around 4 o'clock, Ogata didn't take the subway back to the office as usual. Instead, take a taxi and go to the nearest nIssan car centre.

In this era, there was no concept of a 4S store, so when Ogata arrived, he walked into the exhibition hall of the automobile center.

Generally depends on whether a person has spending power, mainly looking at clothing, and Ogata wears clothes very casually today, and the salesperson in charge of sales is responsible for a brief introduction just to see where he goes, and he doesn't have much enthusiasm.

"I want to ask if there is a gTR?" Ogata turned his head and looked at the salesman who was walking back and forth with him.

The salesman was stunned for a moment, and after coming back to his senses: "gTR needs to be booked." ”

"How long does it take to pick up the car?"

The salesman couldn't believe that many people knew about sports cars like gTR, but they wouldn't buy them, because they were expensive, and only some sons and wealthy bikers would be interested.

"About a week." The salesperson paid careful attention to Ogata's expression, and the latter's expression never changed, as if he had just entered the store, not like he had bought a car.

Ogata nodded, and after asking about the configuration and related prices, he said softly, "Take me to the card." ”

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