"Because the organization regards me as a supernumerary, I don't know the specific address of the real yàn room, but I only know that the place where Zhibao usually works should be in an industrial building near Henggou Street." Akemi Miyano was on the phone, hurriedly recalled, and then said.

I don't have a specific address, but fortunately Akemi Miyano knows the approximate location.

After hanging up the phone, Ogata's gTR kept lifting in the night, and drove in the direction of the real room.

Along the way, the sky is getting darker and darker, and there are even some haze shadows, which should be what Xiaolan said, there is a rain at night.

He was worried that something would happen to Shiho, and if the 'Black Coats' knew about her determination to leave, with their cruelty in killing people without blinking, they would definitely kill the killer. It's like killing Akemi Miyano, without the slightest hesitation.

The roar of the engines contrasted sharply with the silence of the night, and Ogata felt as if lightning was streaking across the sky, followed by a muffled rumble of thunder, but the raindrops did not fall.

The more this atmosphere accumulates, the more breathless it will be.

When the gTR arrived at the approximate location that Akemi Miyano had mentioned, Ogata stepped out of the car and looked at the sparsely populated suburb that was a little far from the city.

There are industrial buildings everywhere, as well as abandoned factories. There is no way to start with one building after another

Ogata walked into the street, his gaze scanning the lighted buildings here, carefully watching for movement.

From time to time, the night sparkled with electric light, followed by shocks that seemed to have been trampled by thousands of horses, and with each step he took, different thoughts would spring up in his mind.

Just as he walked aimlessly down the street, his mind highly focused on judging Shiho's real room.

In the sky, drops of rain fall!

It was very delicate and gentle, and when I looked up, I could see the beads in tandem, patting wetly on my face.

The rain ran down his cheeks, and trickled down his cheeks.

The thinking was clearer, and with the rain, the impatience and restlessness in the heart were washed

"Zuowei!" Ogata's mind moved, and he called for the scalpel hidden in his arm, and in his body, it was the purple chess player who was the power of the psychic medium.

As if in response, the scalpel grinding in the flesh of the arm slowly heats up.

"Ogata." In my heart, Zuo Wei's voice came.

Ogata's face was heavy, his eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, and his eyes showed eagerness, and he said slowly, "You should be able to understand my current mood!" Do me a favor, I need to use your and my powers to find Shiho. ”

"Okay."

Zuo is a humble gentleman, with an aristocratic face, emerging in the inner world, nodding with great understanding.

The scalpel instantly broke through the skin of Ogata's arm, and as the spilled blood converged inward, it seemed to be dragged by a force, and it stayed in the air about two meters in front of it.

Airplanes!

The blade of the scalpel is facing Ogata, and the handle is behind, like a small boat swimming in the rain and air.

If a passer-by passes by at this time, his eyes will definitely pop out in fright.

"I will implicate you with my anger, and the rest will depend on your consciousness." Ogata communicated to it.

Zuo Wei seemed to understand what he meant, and the scalpel hung down slightly in mid-air, moving as if nodding, creating a unique vitality.

Ogata closed his eyes, and the aura map behind him gradually opened under the control of his consciousness, and the tattoo symbol imprinted on the skin behind his back swam little by little, and finally emitted a faint light through his coat.

In the next second, a scorching force in the air was separated from the surroundings like a barrier.

The rain that had been falling slowly changed its arc, and when it was about to reach Ogata's body, it was slowly moved by wisps of irresistible heat in the blurred vision.

It looks as if the rain has avoided Ogata.

There was no expression on his face, his whole face was tense, and he looked like a statue.

In fact, only Ogata himself knows that the qi in his body is in the process of gathering, and he can't be distracted from other things.

At the same time that Ogata opened his eyes, there were his open lips.

A breath of smoke emanated from his mouth, and then, like a thin silk, approached and wrapped around the scalpel that remained in mid-air.

These originally relatively soft gangqi suddenly kneaded the form after locking the handle of the knife.

When visible to the naked eye, the handle of the knife and the gang qi are combined.

"Go, Sawei!"

Ogata's voice rang out, and the scalpel, which had remained still, mingled with a sharp hiss, mingling with the thunder of the sky, turning into a white streamer and flying into the night.

Seeing Sawei fly away, Ogata's mouth opened, and a line close to transparency appeared!

The line is so long that there is no end in sight, and it is connected to the scalpel that has escaped.

It is the condensed and mobilized Gang Qi in Ogata's body, implicating the scalpel and providing a bridge for Sayo's power. Because Sawei and the scalpel are fused together, but it can't move freely without Ogata Tsuyoki.

In other words, the thread formed by the Gang Qi replaced the red rope that Ogata used to wrap the handle of the knife in the first place, and it was a new way of transportation.

As long as the Gang Qi in Ogata's body is sufficient, the movement of the scalpel can be achieved without restriction on the distance and the effect of free shuttle. And it won't be obstructed by objects that won't make it where it wants to go.

Scalpels soar through the air high above this street.

Shinshin felt the message sent back by Sao, and he didn't catch Shiho's figure.

"Zuowei, farther away."

Ogata's face turned pale, and the gas continued to flow like electricity, transmitting to the scalpel in the flying state.

Receiving Ogata's order, Sawei continued to increase the distance of the flight.

Eight hundred meters, this is already the limit.

Water flowed from the forehead, not raindrops, but sweat

It's very difficult, because manipulating the scalpel from a long distance consumes more qi than a fight

Ogata stood in the puddle of rain that was gradually accumulating, the line of condensed qi trembling between his breaths, his eyes fixed on the 'end' of the night, concentrating on gathering information from Sayu.

Inside and outside the street, all presented.

Got it!

Soon, Ogata gets a response from Sawei.

Without any hesitation, he followed the guidance of the scalpel-connected Gang Qi and walked briskly towards somewhere deep in this street.

Along the way, where Ogata stepped on, the rain splashed, and he, who usually cares about his image very much, was full of mud on his trouser legs and leather shoes, and his socks were already wet, so he still used to walk, but he walked faster and faster, and finally ran directly.

In an alley.

Ogata retracted the scalpel, and the blade slowly melted into his arm.

The light was dim, but there was a faint voice.

As he approached, Ogata paused

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the sound of the raindrops slapped heavily on his face.

Ogata shuddered, and heavy cold air rushed towards him.

His eyes widened, looking at the scene in front of him, and he didn't know if it was rain or tears, flowing out of his eyes!

A little girl with a short brown color.

Lying in the rain, his face pressed against the ground, and his body wearing a black trench coat that did not match his body.

It's Shiho!

The image may change, but the smell of the body, Ogata will not forget jì.

The voice I heard at the entrance of the alley before was that the little girl was in a coma, and she didn't forget the name of Jì shouting.

"Ogata Ogata"

Holding his palm tightly, Ogata felt that he had an indescribable feeling in his heart, and his head was even more blank, looking at the little girl who fell to the ground, and slowly walked over.

Zhibao must have drunk her self-developed drug apTx4869 in order to avoid being pursued by the organization.

According to her, the phenomenon of the smaller body born in Kudo Shinichi is due to the production of other medicinal properties in the manufacturing process.

The original intention of apTx4869 was to be a poison that guided the programmed death of cells.

However, at the same time as its medicinal properties, the breakdown of the drug components strengthens the activity of telomerase, thereby enhancing the potential for cell division. In principle, it leads to death, but due to the accidental action of the self-destructive program of cells, all the cells of bones, muscles, internal organs, and hair except for the nervous system are degenerated to infancy.

"Ogata"

Shiho opened her eyes in a daze, her vision was a little blurry, only to know that the face in front of her was very familiar and kind, the man she had been longing to appear in her fog.

Ogata met her slowly opening eyes, and his heart was in pain.

How so?

I didn't protect her well.

Ogata stood in front of Shiho, looking at her now that her body had become smaller, there was guilt and remorse in her eyes, and more after calming down, she was no longer at a loss.

"Let's go home!"

He stretched out his arms and very lightly picked up Shiho, who was wearing a black trench coat that was one size larger, and was not yet fully conscious.

The petite body was close to his embrace.

It seems that because of the cold and damp rain, her head is buried in Ogata's chest, like a little girl who asks for warmth, pity and care.

"I'm sorry, Ogata." Suddenly, Shiho in his arms said softly.

She had regained consciousness, she had awakened from her slumber, she knew that her body had become smaller, and she knew that Ogata's arms were wider than before.

Maybe it will be difficult for me to return to Miyamoto Shiho.

Perhaps the love between them will be blocked by the height and thickness of different bodies.

Hearing this, Ogata lowered his head in the face of the heavy rain.

"No excuses needed."

His voice was low, and his chest was crumpled and torn apart, and he became hoarse.

The rain was beating and the sky was thundering.

"Zhibao, I love your Yiqiē!"

Ogata hugged Shiho tightly, facing the heavy rain, and more than ten meters in front of him was the gTR he parked on the side of the road.

Shiho looked at the serious Ogata and sneered, his eyes stained with raindrops.

"Uncle Ogata!"

Ogata, who was opening the car door with his car keys, shook his hand and almost didn't hold it. (To be continued...!)

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