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◆◆◆Volume 1 Conan◆◆◆ Chapter 352 Elevator Crisis

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    Forensic!  Hearing Ogata take the initiative to introduce his professional identity, the forty-year-old driver master was a little surprised and said: "Little brother, you are the first forensic doctor I have had in the past ten years. No wonder I said this  You don't have any taboos about the Cecil Hotel." Ogata smiled slightly and said to him: "Forensic medicine is a profession that is rarely encountered at the moment. My family is in New York, and I am coming to Los Angeles this time.  I had to deal with some matters, so I booked a room at the Cecil Hotel in advance because it was very close to where I was working. As for the Black Dahlia incident you mentioned, I had heard about it, but I didn’t expect it.  The hotel is the scene of this local unsolved crime. "Um, there is a question that I really want to know." The driver hesitated and hesitated.  Ogata said casually: "It's okay, you can ask. We can still talk, and I can see that you are a nice person, master. If it were someone else, you might not give me this reminder." The driver smiled, and then  He said solemnly: "Since my little brother is a forensic doctor, he must have come into contact with many corpses and dead people. I want to know if there is such a thing in this world You should understand." "You are talking about ghosts.  ?" Ogata looked at him.  Seeing the driver nodding, he said funnyly: "If there are ghosts in this world, it may be difficult to continue the work of forensic scientists. If there are evil spirits that take people's lives, as the legend says, what kind of law and order will it be?"  It’s probably impossible to restrain these supernatural ghosts, and people like me have died countless times.” It was obviously against his will to say this.  Because in Ogata's life.  Number of sightings of ghosts.  But not just once or twice.  He has come into contact with all kinds of ghosts.  Even dealt with it.  A difficult evil spirit like Gin, waiting around for revenge, is far more terrifying than the ghosts in movies and storybooks.  But in front of outsiders, it was naturally impossible for Ogata to tell the truth.  In this world, the fewer people know about this, the better.  Because once understood and known, it will only mean that people with a thorough mind will fall into panic and suffer from hardship.  "Oh. You're right." The driver smiled and continued: "How could there be ghosts? In this day and age, everything must have a scientific basis. Maybe many evil things happening in this world are just simple  It's just a coincidence. It's just a gimmick created by newspapers and magazines to gain attention. " "Yeah." Ogata said nothing. In fact, it is not a bad thing for him to maintain this mentality. ?… When the taxi stopped at the parking lot near the Sissel Hotel, Ogata finally understood what he had found on the Internet yesterday and the evaluation of this four-star hotel by many guests who had stayed there.  He actually used adjectives like dirty and messy.  Because this place is very remote and in a poor area.  Plus it's a busy street.  Therefore, there is a lot of garbage on the ground nearby, and the potted plants outside the hotel door seem to have not been trimmed for a while. Because the drainage channels are broken, there is still water in some sections of the ground.  When you get out of the car, you will suddenly see such a scene, which is in sharp contrast to the magnificent scene in downtown Los Angeles It should be said that it is a contrast, which is more appropriate.  Let’s take a look at the Cecil Hotel, which is famous locally. The overall color is mainly yellow. Because of its age, the paint on the walls has obviously been renovated, so it doesn’t look like a building that appeared in 1927.  old building.  But even so, it cannot hide the fact that there are damaged and falling places among the bricks and tiles of the wall, and cracks can even be seen on the outer eaves of some doors and windows.  Although it is not ruled out that Ogata has good eyesight and can clearly observe every detail of the hotel's appearance.  The hotel has about ten floors. At first glance, it seems that there are many people staying there. Many windows are open, and some people even stick their heads out to get some air.  "How are you, little brother?" Behind Ogata, the driver of the car that brought him had not yet left, rolled down the window and said to him.  Ogata smiled and replied: "It's okay. It's not as bad as I thought, but it's not much better." "See you again when you have the chance!" The driver said hello to Ogata and drove out of his sight.  With a breath, Ogata looked around and found nothing special. Although it was very rundown, there were convenience stores and stations, so it was pretty good.  He was carrying his satchel, not like an out-of-town tourist, and walked straight to the Cecil Hotel.  There was no revolving glass door, so Ogata directly opened the door of the hotel and walked towards the reception desk.  The front desk staff is aA young black girl.  She first greeted him politely, and then asked Ogata which country he was from.  After Ogata answered that she was Chinese, she quickly added a very lame greeting of "Hello"!  Because this hotel is marked as a four-star hotel integrating catering and entertainment that supports online booking in Chinese, English, French, Dutch, Italian, Spanish and Portuguese.  It sounds very high-end, but in fact only the web page for booking rooms supports these languages, and the waiters here should just give simple greetings in multiple languages.  She tried to communicate with Ogata in Chinese, but it was very awkward and awkward.  Seeing this, Ogata quickly interrupted her in fluent English, explained the room he had reserved, and then handed her the ID card for registration and the accommodation fee that needed to be paid from the wallet he carried with him.  He had thought that if the members of the black organization really chose to come to a place like this to gather, they would not choose a mid- to low-priced preferential room when choosing a room.  Since we are smuggling arms and doing other business, we are naturally not short of money, so we probably booked the highest-end luxury room in this hotel.  So before Ogata came, he booked this hotel, which was the most expensive one.  It is also the room closest to the top floor.  The black waiter checked Ogata’s check-in information.  He gave him a strange look.  Seems like a local.  She wondered why Ogata would come to a place like this if he could afford to stay in a big hotel.  After completing the formalities, taking back the room card and his ID, Ogata walked towards the elevator.  The elevator door dinged open.  The moment he walked into the elevator, his heart suddenly skipped a beat. The tattoo of the Ming Cauldron Gang Qi pattern imprinted on his back suddenly became hot for a moment, and then Ogata seemed to smell a familiar smell on the tip of his nose.  This is What Ogata smelled was not a ghost.  It's not the smell of anger, but the smell of blood, a faint fishy smell that doesn't seem to dissipate.  In this elevator, besides him, there is another person!  Under normal circumstances, Ogata is on the first floor. If no one gets out of the elevator, it is impossible for anyone else to ride in the same elevator with him.  He looked at the guy standing inside the elevator, leaning against the wall.  The next second.  Ogata's eyes flashed, and it was difficult to take his eyes away from him.  Wearing a black and wrinkled suit.  Wearing a pair of sunglasses and a peaked cap with a low brim, his expression was cold, the features on his face were filled with murderous intent, his lips were pressed tightly together, and one hand was stuck in the pocket of his trousers.  Only Ogata could feel it at close range This guy's body was filled with the smell of blood.  And his anger, mixed with the smell of blood, was obviously another living person he had seen besides Gin who had the potential to become an 'evil spirit'.  Ogata quickly avoided his gaze before the other party noticed.  He knew that he could make a direct judgment based on his clothes and this feeling The guy in front of him must be a member of the black organization without a doubt!  Ogata never dreamed that he would come into contact with one of them so quickly.  The whole elevator was silent. The man in black was always leaning against the wall, standing there unsmiling and taciturn, but like an iceberg, it was cold and heavy in his heart.  Ogata stood opposite him calmly, his mind was very calm, and his face showed that of a gentle and elegant scholar. He would even show a simple smile when the other person looked at him.  From beginning to end, their eyes never met.  Under the brim of his hat, his eyes were covered by shadows, making it difficult to see clearly.  And out of the corner of his eye, Ogata secretly glanced at his hand that had been inserted in his pocket.  If you guessed correctly, it was a gun.  Because the tip of the gun seemed to have left a mark through the material of the pants.  In a country like the United States where gun control is not strict, it is not difficult to carry a gun with you.  Watching the floor indicator lights rising up little by little, the two of them missed many opportunities to stop.  "Which floor do you live on?" Suddenly, the man in black spoke.  The cold voice echoed in the empty elevator room.  Ogata looked at him. Under the slightly raised brim of his hat, his eyes suddenly felt cold. His pupils were locked on Ogata, who was standing opposite, as if he was a vulture who had set his target.  GoodSharp eyes!  This guy actually takes the initiative to speak.  Ogata thought about it. Sure enough, it was because the room he chose to live in was close to the floor where they were gathering that he aroused this guy's defensiveness.  In order to hide himself extremely well, Ogata, who was used to big scenes and was not even afraid of death, smiled and replied: "I'm downstairs 16." "Oh." The man in black simply agreed, expressionless.  .  Seeing that there was still one more floor, we arrived at the 16th floor where Ogata had reserved the room.  He noticed just now that the floor button pressed by the man in black was on the 17th floor.  If he avoids the same floor, his defense should be much reduced.     Ding!  Arriving at the 16th floor, Ogata, who was planning a long-term plan, wanted to leave the elevator. After all, if there was any conflict with the black organization at this time, it would cause unnecessary trouble before everyone arrived at the party.  If the enemy is alerted in advance, the consequences will be the worst.  He has to fight these guys in advance, and the chance of winning will change from the 50% expected at the beginning to less than 20%.  It will develop into a situation where it is completely head-on without using brain power.  The elevator door slowly opened, and his thoughts jumped quickly Ogata's eyes saw the environment on the floor outside, the soft lights, the rooms with house numbers, and he was about to take a step forward.  "Come back!" A cold voice suddenly sounded, suppressing his steps.  In an instant, Ogata felt that behind him, the muzzle of a black hole was pressed against his waist.  The sense of crisis that seemed to be on pins and needles made his eyes narrow.     How can it be?  This guy actually takes action without knowing him?  “And when Ogata walked into the elevator just now, he observed that there seemed to be a monitor inside the elevator. Once he did anything out of the ordinary, the monitor would record everything.  But what does it mean to take out a gun and threaten yourself now with confidence?  A sharp look flashed through the depths of Ogata's stretched eyes. He clenched his hands slightly and turned around slowly.  He knew that as a normal person, if he was faced with a gun, he would be extremely frightened.  So Ogata pretended to be scared, opened his mouth wide, looked at the man in black with some horror, his lips trembled, and asked like a ghost: "What's wrong?" Ogata stood at the elevator door.  In the meantime, he delayed as much time as possible and returned to the elevator without fully listening to his words.  (To be continued, please search Piaotian Literature. The novels will be better and updated faster!
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