The distance between Ogata and the man in black was very close, with only a black gun.

His hands were pressed down very low, and his palms steadily held the handle of the gun. The eyes under the brim of the hat fell on Okaga's face, like the bitter wind, piercing the pores of every skin, which was annoying and indescribable.

Ogata was waiting, waiting for him to say something. Otherwise, this guy would not act rashly and cause trouble before organizing the party.

"Let me see your hands." The man in black said in a low voice. He was different from Gin. He gave people a little less rebellious feeling and had more cold blood as a pure killer.

Facing the man in black's stare, Okao crossed the elevator door and the inside, then looked at the pistol that crossed between the two of them, made an expression of fear, and trembled his hand.

He seemed to have guessed the intention of this guy.

The Kuroko man's eyes swept across Okata's outstretched palm, and seemed to have looked at his palm lines a few more times. He, who had originally murderous intent, seemed to slow down his tone: "You are really unlucky."

"Unfortunate?" Okabaya was so amused and crying. Seeing that he had not put down his gun, he was nervous and guarding him, he also guessed what he was trying to see his palm lines.

This guy wants to use the calluses between his palms and the smoothed palm lines to determine whether he has had the experience of holding a gun for a long time.

As a forensic doctor, Ogata has had the experience of performing autopsy for some violent men who often hold guns. He knew that in order to stabilize the three-point and one-line sight, he would ensure a uniform force cooperation between the palm of his palm and his fingers.

If you are a veteran, if you often hold a gun, your tiger's mouth, index finger, and the palm line on the palm of your finger will be smoothed and then covered with a layer of calluses.

Obviously, there are several types of people who understand these.

Police, detective, forensic, and killers!

And the man in black is the last type of person.

He didn't seem to find anything to doubt in Okabata. He just relied on his feelings and found out that Okabata was a little different from ordinary people, and suspected that he was a policeman who sneaked into this hotel or a f-boy!

The bad luck of the man in black proved that he could not be a policeman threatening the organization after seeing his palm lines not holding the gun for a long time. So using the gun made him tremble all over, which was a pure accident.

Seeing that the Kuroko man relaxed his vigilance, Ogata adjusted his breath as much as possible to make himself panic. Guru asked with a stuttering stutter, "Can this gentleman... let me go?"

In the latter's eyes, he seemed to be frightened. Even the palms that made him check remained in mid-air, trembling constantly, and did not have time to withdraw.

At the same time, his eyes flashed over the monitor inside the elevator.

"Ha." The dark man sneered and suddenly said, "My name is Cohen, goodbye!" After speaking, murderous intent burst out in his eyes, and his tongue licked the corner of his mouth. The cold sound had not dissipated in the elevator. The slender fingers gently pulled the trigger.

His fingers pulled the trigger...the muzzle seemed to give birth to death!

The next second when the man in black had a strange movement, the man in black looked heavy in Ogata's eyes. His thinking changed, and his hands, which were originally trembling, were relatively still in an instant. Then with a "swoosh", Lin's white light shook across his face, illuminating the eyes of the man in black standing opposite to who was trying to shoot.

The man in black felt a flash in front of him, and a sharp thing pierced into his body. Because the speed was too fast, he didn't even have time to feel the pain. He could only use his last enlarged pupil to see a large bunch of familiar plasma that rushed out from his neck like a fountain!

Large pieces of blood splattered.

His fingers that were originally holding the trigger, his joints seemed to be frozen, and then his body lost strength. His nerves and muscles seemed to be resting. The man with a Kuroko opened his eyes and looked at Okata, but he did not shoot for a long time!

A silver-white scalpel covered in blood trembled and pierced into the metal wall of the elevator behind the man in black. As his throat made an indecipherable "whip" sound, drops of blood flowed to the ground...

A completely penetrated hole on the neck of the man in black could see the blood coming out, the sharp cut meat scraps, and the silver-white light spots connected into a line.

Okabaya looked at him, and Sven was like a scholar, but he was less frightened and fearful than the killer, but was calmer than the killer. He slowly put down his arms and palms that were parked in the air...

The man in black lost his strength to support himself. With a "thump", he tilted his side and knocked into the elevator, forming a dazzling picture with the blood that flowed out.

Don't know who is unlucky?

Okata didn't want to cause trouble because he didn't need to fight against members of the Black Organization as soon as he arrived at this hotel on the first day, which would soon reveal his existence.

But what he didn't expect was that this guy named Cohen was smart and unscrupulous, and wanted to kill himself while shooting the monitor.

This is forcing yourself to kill him. Damn it!

Okabaya looked at the corpse lying on the ground. He had a headache when dealing with the work after the incident. You should know that such a corpse could not be left like this, and something would definitely happen. Not to mention that the black-clothed organization took action, he would also provoke the police.

After all, children know that murder is a violation of the law, and it is inevitable that it will be possible in any country.

As a forensic doctor, I have seen countless murder cases. Now even if there are thousands of ways to deal with corpses in my heart, I need to be prepared, but all this happened too suddenly and unexpectedly.

Okao looked at the body and his eyes turned. He suddenly heard the footsteps coming from outside the elevator door... Someone is coming!

Not his companion!

The footsteps were very light, obviously they were young people.

As the footsteps got closer, his head was like countless gear-running machinery inside, quickly finding reliable emergency measures.

Sure enough, a girl appeared at the elevator door, Okata stared at the sight.

She hadn't recovered at first. When she saw clearly what was happening in the elevator and the corpse lying in a pool of blood, she widened her eyes and looked at Okata with a calm face as if nothing had happened.

Okabaya looked at her, but he didn't expect that the girl who walked over had an Asian face with black hair and yellow skin.

She was very young, in her twenties, and seemed to be shocked by the scene in front of her.

"Don't scream!" Okao quickly took out his ID from his pocket in his shirt, which clearly had the badge of the Japanese Police Department printed on it. He said in a narrow voice, "I am a policeman. What you see now is the fugitive I am chasing. He committed a great crime and has been shot dead by me on the spot. If you make a sound, you will only alarm his partner, and we will die at that time."

The scalpel has been retracted into the body.

In just a short period of time, Ogata tried his best to make what he said convincingly, so that the girl could not cause trouble and really alarm others.

"I... need to call the police?" The girl looked carefully at the police officer's ID in Okata's hand, then looked at his gentle and kind face, and said hurriedly in the tone of asking for the latter.

Hearing her say this, it seems to be a success.

As long as she doesn't yell and attracts others, everything will be easy to solve.

Okara shook his head, looked at her and asked slowly, "Are you Japanese?"

"No...no." The girl blinked and shook her head quickly.

"Huh?" Okay was stunned. Most of the Asians I saw recently were Japanese, so they subconsciously attributed to international students from Japan.

Could it be?

"I'm Chinese." She replied nervously, her emotions seemed very unstable. Because it was a corpse, ordinary people would naturally be afraid when they saw it.

When Okabaya heard the "Chinese", he completely gave up the destructive intention that had touched her.

"My name is Yusuke Okabata, what's your name?" He knew that he needed the help of this little girl to get rid of the current predicament, so he first introduced himself politely.

The girl hesitated for a moment and looked at Okata.

"My name is Lan Keer." (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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