The man in the police uniform could not feel the obvious fluctuation of anger. His expression was very calm. His eyes wearing sunglasses seemed to be unable to conceal the gentle gaze. He spoke bitterly: "Help me take care of Sato, thank you."

"If you can't let go of your feelings for Sato, you will not be able to reincarnate and get the next rebirth." Okata knew very well what he was doing in him, some were because of hatred, some were because of nostalgia, and this ghost who didn't feel any disgust was obviously the latter.

Instead of answering Okabaya’s question directly, he turned around and looked at Okabaya: “It’s not important to me about new life. What’s important is that she is still in my sight, no matter what happens!”

"My pain is not wandering in this world, but the beauty that can be captured has turned into a dream bubble at the moment of touch."

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

When Okata wanted to continue asking, Sato's mother, who was carrying coffee, walked over. The man in the police uniform who stayed in front of Sato instantly turned into a wisp of hostility and disappeared without a trace.

"Okata, don't be polite, sit here." Seeing that he had been standing, Sato's mother thought Okata was reserved and hurriedly called out.

Okata nodded and sat on another row of sofas in the living room, then thanked Sato's mother for handing over the coffee.

"Okara" was a little embarrassed when Okara and didn't know how to speak, Mikako Sato, who was sleeping drunk, actually called her name in her sleep.

For a moment, Okabaya suddenly felt Sato's mother sitting opposite him, and her eyes became a little strange when she looked at him.

There is no way, it will be even more embarrassing to leave at this time. Ogata picked up the coffee and took a sip. It was so bitter.

The next day, Ogata got up early and had a day off and started to work hard.

After having a simple breakfast with Xiaolan and the others, Okabaya suddenly thought of something before leaving the door, returned to his room, and took out a bank card from the pocket on the inside of the suitcase.

The morning is rush hour, so Ogata arrives at the subway station early, otherwise it is destined to be crowded all the way.

When I arrived at the Metropolitan Police Department, many people were greeting Okayama, some were familiar with each other, some didn’t know each other, and some even developed a habit after saying hello a few more times.

When I arrived at the autopsy department, Yichuan had not arrived yet because his home was far away.

Okata sat on his office chair. He was idle and turned on his old-fashioned computer. After a very long wait, the computer turned on and entered the system interface.

When the police database was opened, it was loading again. The helpless Okata was defeated by the technological products of this era.

After finally entering completely, the police uniform appeared in Okata's mind, and a trigger point of memory was deeply imprinted on the police number on his chest. He wanted to know what the nostalgia that Sato brought to that man was.

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

First, there is a photo, with black slightly curly hair, handsome face, and both facial features and eyes, just like the man guarding Sato in Okata's impression.

"Matsuda Chenping." Remember this name, Okata's eyes looked down along the name.

The police officer of the Serious Crime Team of the Police Department Search Division I, and was a bomb disposal expert in the explosives treatment team of the Mobile Team of the Police Department's Police Department. He died in a vicious bomb incident.

In the information, the big and small events that happened in the years when Matsuda Chen Ping was a policeman were described in detail, including his contributions and his punishments.

Through these written records, Okata was not sure that this was all about Matsuda Chen Ping, but he found some initial impressions of him.

Just as he slides the mouse, the phone in his pocket rings.

"Hey?" Before answering the call, Okata saw the caller indicating the number of Mikako Sato.

On the other end of the phone, Mikako Sato actually said hesitantly: "Thank you last night."

"It's okay, but you really scared me." Okata leaned against the office chair and said to her with a smile.

Mikako Sato said anxiously: "I drank too much last night, and my alcohol content is really good."

Her panicked explanation made Okata naturally think of the expression she expressed when she made the phone call at this moment, so he said, "Well, I believe. Don't drink so much next time, fortunately I'm not a pervert who wants to be cheap."

"Well, I understand." Sato Mikako then said, "By the way, Yumi said, you sent me home, didn't my mother say anything to you, right?"

Sure enough, before calling herself, Sato carefully confirmed with Yumi Miyamoto what happened after she got drunk.

"No, I just drank a cup of coffee and left." Last night, Sato's mother talked about something that Sato Mikako had been almost grown up. He did plan to leave after drinking coffee, but unexpectedly, the aunt seemed to misunderstand something and let him sit in Sato's new home for an hour.

However, at this time, speaking everything with Sato will make it difficult for the two of them to get along with, so it is better to modify it.

Sato Mikako seemed to breathe a sigh of relief: "Thank you, Okata."

"Please treat me to a meal another day, and treat me!"

"Of course, you bought the order last night. I owe you two meals."

Okabata joked: "Save it first, we can go to an international meal."

"Damn it, come to see me at noon. I'll treat you to the staff meal, and count it." Mikako Sato replied.

The two chatted and laughed while talking and laughing. Okara suddenly remembered something. Before hanging up the phone, he hurriedly reminded her: "Don't forget that your car was parked in front of the restaurant where you went to have dinner yesterday."

"Talking."

After getting off work at around four o'clock, Okabaya did not take the subway office as usual. Instead, he took a car and went to the nearest NISSAN Automobile Center.

There is no concept of a 4S store in this era. After Okata arrived, he walked into the exhibition hall of the car center.

Generally, it depends on whether a person has the ability to consume, mainly on clothing. Okabaya’s clothes are dressed very casually today. The salesperson in charge of sales just takes care of a brief introduction when he goes, and does not have much enthusiasm.

"I want to ask if there is a GTR?" Okao turned around and looked at the salesperson who followed him back and forth.

The salesperson was stunned and came to his senses: "GTR needs to be booked."

“How long will it take to pick up the car?”

The salesperson was a little unbelievable. Many people knew about sports cars like GTR, but they would not buy them because they were expensive. Only some young men and rich people's speed parties will be interested.

"It's about a week." The salesperson paid attention to Xu Fang's expression seriously. The latter had no expression change. It was like when he first entered the store, and it didn't look like he bought a car.

Ogata nodded, asked about the configuration and related prices, and said softly: "Take me to swipe your card."
Chapter completed!