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◆◆◆Volume 1 Conan◆◆◆ Chapter 347 Plan

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    Xiaolan and Conan visited their own home. According to ancient standards, 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 was talking and laughing at the dinner table. Ogata would bring food to everyone from time to time, feeling the rare atmosphere of home.  Before going to bed at night, Ogata took a hot shower, wrapped himself in his bathrobe, and returned to the bedroom he had not returned to for a long time.  The bedroom is larger than the ones in Japan. As soon as you enter, there are two rows of bookshelves filled with densely packed books. Most of them are classics that must be read for forensic medicine. There are several oil paintings with hidden philosophy hanging on the walls. In fact, Ogata  It's just for decoration, so the price of each painting is not even five hundred dollars.  When he walked to his comfortable big bed, Ogata seemed to 'pounce' and fell down.  Soft, comfortable, without a trace of dust, it is obvious that my mother took good care of everything in this room.  Lying on the bed, Ogata was thinking about things.  His encounter with the black organization was getting closer and closer, and he remembered getting what he wanted to know from Vodka.  They agreed on a time and place to meet together, and all members of the organization would be present. It would definitely be a good opportunity for a head-on confrontation.  Remember the time is the day after tomorrow.  The Cecil Hotel in Los Angeles!  Ogata raised his eyebrows and sat up from the bed.  I don’t know if the other members of the black organization are clear about the death of Gin and Vodka. If it comes to that day, on the important day of their gathering.  If these two guys didn't show up.  Something was obviously wrong.  Once they started investigating the matter.  With the infiltration of the Miyano sisters who defected from their organization, many things surrounding Ogata will come to light.  If things develop to this point, Ogata will be quite passive.  It's like gin has turned into another identity, it is dark and it is bright.  If you want to face an opponent who is hiding, it is definitely better to face him directly. It will be neat and tidy.     correct!  Ogata seemed to think of something from his wallet.  He pulled out a slightly wrinkled business card.  The above is in full English format, with the name of a company briefly abbreviated, and a string of mailbox numbers.  Looking at the "American Dross Company", Ogata remembered that it was found out from Gin after his death.  As a professional killer, you should not carry any extra items except cash and pistols.  So this business card should be quite important, otherwise he wouldn't be carrying it with him at least it should have some connection with the black organization.  It is only for Ogata that he can be related to the black organization now.  A precious clue.  Ogata walked to the computer desk and pulled out his chair.  Looking at this desktop monitor, which is obviously much thinner and lighter than the one in the Japanese office, I feel a lot of comfort in my eyes.  Even though it is not as good as later generations of LCD monitors and has mainstream core processors, this assembled desktop is still ahead of some computers used by ordinary people in China.  After all, Ogata asked many friends around him to accumulate some advanced configurations from Silicon Valley and some channels, and the running speed could barely meet his requirements.  Sitting on a chair similar to a boss's chair, Ogata pressed the power button of the monitor and chassis. He leaned on the comfortable leather chair cushion and leaned back. As the wheels under the chair rubbed against the ground, he and the lights on  There is some distance between the monitors.  Doing this is also to prevent problems before they happen.  Because his eyesight is sharper than that of ordinary people, he habitually sits farther back, especially when touching electronic products.  In this day and age, myopia is rare among people.  But Ogata knows that once we enter the 21st century, it will be difficult for young people on the street to find someone without glasses.  Just because his eyesight is better than others, he is worried about these eyes.  After turning on the computer, Ogata found the built-in IE browser, quickly tapped the keyboard with both hands, and entered the Google URL to search for information about the company name left on the business card.  Dros!  There are only a few results from the query.  ?Obviously Google did not receive more detailed information about this companybut this is also reasonable.  Black organizations have always been well hidden, so whether it is money laundering or smuggling, 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's headquarters is located in Los Angeles!  Ogata's eyes quickly scanned the content displayed on the screen. This was an extremely official introduction. He slid the mouse wheel with one hand and pulled down the web page. Among other search results, he found an article that made him  Find it interesting.     This is aWhen a separate web page is opened, it seems to enter a main interface with a black tone.  And in the center of the entire interface, there is a place similar to a search box. It seems that you need to enter your account and password before you can enter.  Ogata's eyes reflected the light of the display screen, and his lips trembled slightly.  After thinking for a long time, he took his mobile phone and pressed a set of numbers.  The other end of the phone answered quickly.  "Hello, who's there?" A voice sounded familiar.  Ogata smiled softly and said: "Dr. Agasa, it's me. Yusuke Ogata." That's right, the person he called was Dr. Agasa who was far away in Japan.  During the day today, Conan was using him as a shield and was completely unaware of the inventor.  "Oh, it's brother Ogata! I heard that you have returned to the United States now? Do you need my help with anything?" Dr. Agasa is very smart. He knew that Ogata, who had not been in contact often, called him at this time.  There must be a problem that needs his help to solve.  Ogata said "hmm".  He thought about it and it seemed that the best person to help him check this website was Dr. Ali.  If he was asking Sato Miwako, or someone else, once he found out what the website was used for, or if it involved the black organization, there would definitely be trouble.  So as Dr. Agasa, who knows all about Conan's situation, he helped himself investigate this website.  Even if you know something.  It won't matter much.  Next.  Ogata told Dr. Agasa in detail on the phone.  He did not deliberately avoid the black organization's affairs, but explained everything exactly.  Dr. A Li should understand the importance of this matter to him and Conan.  Ogata happens to have a fax machine at home, so I will pass the business card I have to him for study.  Use your intuition to log in to the account on that page.  It should have something to do with the email address.  "Don't worry, if I find any results, I will contact you as soon as possible." Dr. A Li agreed readily.  After Ogata thanked him again and again, he hung up the phone.  The last time Dr. Ali helped make a scalpel, he didn’t even thank him properly.  Unexpectedly, I owed him another favor this time.  Ogata sighed. It seemed that after returning to Japan, he would reward this warm-hearted doctor.  Just when he turned off the computer and was about to go back to bed to rest, he placed his mobile phone next to the computer desk.  The message bell rang.  Ogata opened his phone and found the text he had received just a second ago.  "Ogata. Are you asleep?" The sender is clearly Shiho.  Seeing this text message, Ogata, who had originally planned to go to bed early, suddenly became energetic and all his original sleepiness dissipated.  "I haven't slept yet. I'll go find you tomorrow." Ogata pressed two fingers continuously and finally clicked to confirm sending.  Shiho sent back a message: "Please spend some time with your mother. My sister and I are fine. We live a very solid and peaceful life here, as if we have gone back to a long, long time ago." "That's good, I hope too,  You are just an ordinary girl." Ogata felt a little bitter in his heart when he saw her text message. When he fully understood Shiho's identity and experience, he realized that Shiho had deliberately kept up with him when he was in college.  distance, exactly why.  Because she grew up under the pressure of the black organization, she became a cold girl who learned to disguise herself.  Because of this, she was alone and lost a lot of happiness that her peers should enjoy.  "Ogata, go to bed early." Shiho finally replied with a text message, and Ogata looked at the phone and replied belatedly: "You too, have a good rest." The two people communicated very little.  But enough is enough!  For Ogata, he knew that Shiho had revealed a lot of what she wanted to express in the brief message.  Perhaps, everyone looks at it from a different perspective.  In Ogata’s eyes, Shiho is like an onion. When peeled off, he only has a simple heart.  Having given up his eagerness to meet Shiho again, Ogata no longer thinks about the black organization. He wants to sleep now, recharge his batteries, 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 sleep.  He gently placed it on the windowsill. Under the bright moonlight, it shone brightly and reflected on the ceiling, like a white sickle, so slender and curved.  ? ?Zuowei, take care of it for me.  " Ogata said to him calmly. To be prepared for this kind of thing, day and night, because he knew that if the evil spirit of Gin really arrived in the United States, it would definitely be around him, possibly waiting for an opportunity.  Now move Zuo Wei outside the body to take complete defensive measures. Once something unclean breaks into this area, it will be the first to sense it on the windowsill.  The scalpel trembled slightly, and then a faint laughter came from Ogata's heart: "Don't worry.  " Ogata nodded. He lay on the pillow with relief. Not long after, the sound of regular breathing sounded from his nose.  When he woke up the next day, Ogata glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside.  , it was already past nine o'clock. Because of the jet lag and the fact that his mind was very tired during this period, he had a long sleep without any dreams or any disturbance, so the quality of his sleep was very high, which made him wake up early.  He was in a good mood. The silver-white scalpel was still lying quietly on the windowsill, with no trace of movement, as if he had spent a wonderful night. Ogata arranged his hair slightly and blended the scalpel into it.  In the palm of his hand, he opened the curtains of the room to let the sunshine of a new day shine in. When he walked out of the bedroom and went to wash up, he saw Xiaolan and Conan watching TV downstairs. "Good morning!  "Ogata called the two of them, then got into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth. Since he was flying to Los Angeles the day after tomorrow, Ogata had a very busy schedule for today. He was going to see Shiho in the morning and in the afternoon.  He took the time to drive to buy a plane ticket that would leave tomorrow. He had to sneak into the Cecil Hotel before all the members of the black organization arrived.  Fang took the car keys and drove towards another property of his house in the Rolls-Royce he picked up Conan yesterday. On the way, Ogata happened to see a flower shop and hesitated whether he should go there or not.  Would it be too vulgar to buy Shiho a bouquet of flowers? He stopped the car on the side of the road, hesitated, and got out of the car because Ogata believed that every girl can't resist flowers.  Temptation. Rather than being so entangled, just buy it and let’s talk about it! Ogata stuffed a large bouquet of flowers into the trunk of the car (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature, the novel is better.  Update faster!
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