The night before Shindo Hikari approached Ogata. In his room, Ogata wrote down the recovery values ??after the skin was cut and bleeding. Through such painful experiments again and again, he wants to find out what the body's recovery limit is, including time, extent, and signs. The tip of the pen gently wrote down the recovery time and extent of the first time I made a cut on the back of my hand with a fruit knife on my private note. The second time, he changed the location and operated on his elbow. Later, the brave Ogata, who was an expert in art, gently cut a blood line directly on his abdomen. When you watch the wound being torn apart little by little by the knife, and then watch it heal little by little toward the expected phenomenon in nervous anticipation, you will feel that the whole person has been separated from the original scientific world, and the body is like a When a painter paints a work, he can use his brush to outline it and add the colors he wants to see. Under the light, Ogata's figure is leisurely. He sometimes thinks, sometimes writes, and his face even shows some strange expressions that are not usually seen. He looks like a Frankenstein seriously. ???????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????OUT out of the forensic science and related fields, he will capture all the knowledge he can learn. Now that I have matured and have a job and ideas, I am integrating more and more in the direction that interests me. For example, the Mingding Gang Qi Diagram, the methods of making sigils described in ancient books, and what kind of substantial changes this body has undergone compared to its original self after going through several stages of Gang Qi strengthening. Ogata knows very well that he is a forensic doctor, but not just a forensic doctor in a simple sense. He can exorcise demons, he can fight, he can touch a world that ordinary people cannot imagine, and he can even shuttle between two completely different Tokyos through the door jade worn around his neck. Just as Ogata was leaning on his chair and making a mental analysis of the data recorded in his notebook, a solid aura of hostility was approaching. The tattoo on his back suddenly became hot, freeing Ogata from his thoughts. His eyes flashed, and he focused his attention on the power that was rapidly approaching here in the night. "It's like the ancient well's waves of precipitation and vicissitudes of life, and like a glass bottle that breaks at any time, gentle and tactful, without hostility. This feeling is Zuowei, it¡¯s him! Ogata stood up. When he opened the window, a strong gust of wind poured into the room. The sheets were rolled up and the pen on the table rolled back and forth. Fortunately, it stayed within the barrier of the notes. Wearing a purple robe, fluttering in the wind, under the noble crown, there is a charming and calm face, the hair that reaches the waist twists with his figure, and the texture that hits his face is what this man has experienced. After many things happened, I saw through time and the freedom and liberation of all things. There was a faint smile on his face, and his purple eyes looked at Ogata, revealing a lot. "You know I will come to find you." Zuo Wei said calmly. Ogata nodded slightly: "Because you know very well that if you can't hold on to the cohesion of your own violent energy, it will be wiped out in the morning tomorrow. If you are lucky, there will be a trace of consciousness left in Shindo Hikaru's body. If you are not lucky, you will just He will become that kid with a sad memory." After a pause, he sighed: "So, you came to me because of that kid." Hearing this, Zuowei's expression did not change, and he nodded and said, "Ogata. Sir, I know that you have abilities beyond ordinary people, and you are the only person in the world who can help me." "But a person with abilities will not necessarily help a monstrous soul." Ogata stared at him. When Zuo Wei heard this, he was not upset. Instead, he was ecstatic and said in an excited voice: "I know that you must have the ability to help me fulfill my last wish." Before Ogata spoke, he felt a little emotional. Said: "My Go career is over, and I don't have any nostalgia. In the last game with you, I have realized a lot of things, including the state of the world that is close to a thousand years, including the people I have met in this life, and Go has always occupied a large part of my heart. But there is still a part that is not Go, but "I couldn't bear to leave Xiaoguang before I completely disappeared from the world." Zuo Wei said lonely. Ogata said softly: "I can understand that you are reluctant to let go of that little light. Both humans and ghosts are supported by emotions. You are his friend and the teacher who inspired him to play Go. I think your last wish is You want to see Shindo Hikari grow in the future, right?¡± "Perhaps this is a luxury wish, but I really want to have another chance in the future, stand in front of him, and see Xiaoguang not flinching when I left, not wasting his talent for Go, and will pick himself up again in the future. There is growth and progress in the days, and I am approaching the end point that it took me hundreds of years to reach. " Zuo Wei held the folding fan tightly, lowered his head, and his voice carried the feelings in his heart at this moment. Ogata stood in front of him, knowing that he would come to find her, but at this moment, more feelings emerged than originally expected. Zuo Wei raised his head. "Mr. Ogata!" Those purple eyes flashed with condensed charm, and his face was full of pleading and hope. "Hundreds of years of loneliness, hundreds of years of suffering, I am helpless. Maybe I am willful, maybe I want too much. But I long for a chance in my life that has almost lost its meaning. Seeing Xiaoguang, seeing the chess game played by Xiaoguang. "His desire was caught in Ogata's eyes for a brief moment through his eyes. Ogata closed his eyes and didn't look at him. A ghost can last for ten years or even decades because of hatred, because it wants to kill people until its intention is realized. A ghost, because of nostalgia and paranoia, can stay by the side of the most important person for a lifetime, watching everything about him silently. "However, their suffering and pain in Ogata's eyes are far less than this evil thing that is just around the corner. The Heian period is now about to enter the modern society of the 21st century. His obsession and pursuit are no longer just moving, but more like some kind of shock that shocks him. "There is only one way I can keep your consciousness from completely dissipating." Ogata opened his eyes and spoke slowly. Zuowei's face was filled with excitement in an instant: "No matter what method it is, I am willing to try it. Thank you, Mr. Ogata." "Call me Ogata." Ogata nodded. Seeing that he was listening carefully, Ogata explained: "You are a ghost who has been dead for hundreds of years. You should know very well that the harmony of thoughts and ideas is like the human heart, which can stabilize your soul. But once the thoughts are shaken, the main body will You will collapse, which is your current situation." Zuowei agreed with what Ogata said and nodded to listen. "With my ability, I can't reverse this law, or the law set by God cannot be eliminated at all. So before your hostility completely dissipates, there is only one way I can help you. Plant a seal!" Ogata's voice fell and he looked at Zuowei calmly. He was not surprised, nor was he confused about the sensitive word "seal" for ghosts. There was a brief silence. Ogata walked to his desk, took out the key from his pocket, and dug out the toolbox he kept carefully at the bottom of the cabinet. The lid of the tool box opened with his palm, revealing the materials and tools inside that were specially used for Ogata's ghost exorcism weapons. There is only the bottom, which is pressed at the bottom of all materials and covered with flannel. It is Ogata¡¯s most precious magical weapon so far! After taking off the flannel, a silver-white scalpel shone brightly under the light and was exposed to the air. The willow leaves hum, the blade is as thin as a cicada's wing! Its edge, its sharpness, are undoubtedly revealed against the backdrop of the countless striped charms on the blade. Zuo Wei looked at it and felt a cold sense of fear for no reason, as if it could threaten him at any time. But he quickly suppressed his uneasiness. If Ogata really wanted to deal with him, he wouldn't go to such great lengths, because he is now on the verge of falling apart and may turn into wisps of drifting smoke at any time. "In ancient books, I remember that there is a method. You can find your own trustworthy soul body as a medium and consciousness, and then seal it in a magic weapon. In this way, the lethality and operation ability of the magic weapon will be greatly increased. . It will also retain all the consciousness of this soul!" He looked at Zuo Wei, because this was a win-win proposition. To find a soul as a magic weapon, you not only need the soul to be powerful enough, but also to be trustworthy. For Ogata, it was almost impossible to have a clue before. Because once a ghost¡¯s strength becomes ridiculously strong, it will be troublesome to deal with it yourself. Even if he surrenders, the key factor of trustworthiness cannot be mentioned. The location is that it can help Zuo Wei at the same time. Ogata also believes that Zuo Wei is the best candidate for the magical weapon medium. ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ?He was stunned for a long time, looking at the scalpel in Ogata's hand. On his face, his eyes flickered, his lips pursed slightly, and finally he nodded and made a decision: "Mr. Ogata, can I still appear in front of Xiaoguang in my true body?" "Not in the short term. , it will take several years. When I use this scalpel to exorcise ghosts, I will use part of the gang energy to cast it, and you, as a psychic, will also benefit from it, as long as its quality is high, it can be sealed. The medium breaks the restrictions of the magic weapon and returns to his original image. "Ogata will not deceive Zuo Wei, because trust is mutual. (To be continued. Please search Piaotian Literature, the novels will be better and updated faster!)