"It was because of Ginji's words that I regained the Yusuke Ogata in front of me." Eiri looked at Ogata, turned her head, looked at Ogata outside the window, and said with an sigh.

Okata turned around and looked at her: "Thank you Aunt Eiri for telling me about this. I am a forensic doctor and I am doing the job of dealing with the truth. I should try my best to pat my conscience."

"Mom, don't talk about such serious things with your cousin. The food has been served." Xiaolan stared at the two of them dryly because she couldn't interrupt. Seeing that the steak and tableware had already been served for each person, she said.

Okabata came to his senses and looked at the empty table that was empty just now and only had a blue tablecloth. In front of him, there was indeed a steak that had just been served, and there was a faint heat.

"Let's have a meal." Eiri looked at her daughter apologetically, then smiled and nodded to Okata, and the few of them started having dinner together.

At the dinner table, there were not so serious topics, but all around Xiaolan. Okata joked about her from time to time, while Eiri seemed to be more interested in Conan, and asked some slightly sharp questions from time to time to test him, and seemed to see something...

If Eiri Tamaki still lives with Kogoro Mori, Conan's identity would have been exposed long ago, because Okata believed that Koran's mother was a strong woman with intelligence.

Just as Okara slashed the edge of the steak with a dining fork and a knife, his eyes inadvertently glanced at the figure in front of a nearby supermarket.

A woman wearing black clothes and short brown hair is back home, yes.

While Conan, Xiaolan and Eiri were still having a meal, Okabaya suddenly put down the fork and knife, stood up and looked at the familiar figure in surprise, with countless thoughts in his mind, and a voice in his heart told himself desperately: "That person is Shibo!"

"What's wrong with my cousin?" Xiaolan asked when she saw Okabaya stand up.

Ogata said to them, "I'll go out first and come back to explain." After that, he didn't care about so much. With the waiter's surprised eyes, he quickly rushed out of the Western restaurant.

When he opened the restaurant door, Okata's heartbeat increased. He was expecting. He had fantasized countless times about what would happen when he saw her when he returned to China and what would he say...

But the moment he pushed open the door, the brown figure disappeared in front of the supermarket. Okata's pace was still running fast, but his heart seemed like a ship that could not reach the shore, no longer had the direction to rely on.

Standing where she had just seen her, Okao looked around, his eyes facing the light, but there was no light.

Waiting is the right thing to insist on, but it is yourself who suffers!

......

When he returned to the office with Xiaolan and the others, Okabaya didn't talk much along the way because he was in a bad mood. Although he was very calm on the surface, his brain's thoughts seemed to be staggered and intertwined.

Returning to his own room and lying on the bed, Ogata has experienced two lives and has only loved one woman. The happiness brought can offset the sorrow and anxiety countless times, so whenever he looks at the wallpaper on his phone, he recognizes his initial heartbeat.

Just as he often comforts others, when he loses or is sad, he wants to have beautiful memories...

"Shibo, I know you are in Tokyo, and the distance we meet has been shortened." Okata put his arm on his shoulder and looked up at the vast white ceiling. He had his own emotions, but he had better control in front of others.

......

The next morning, Ogata, who was in the office, had already adjusted his mood to go to work. He had just received a call from the customer service from the car center, saying that the GTR he had booked had arrived and he could go to get the car at any time.

Basically, Ogata didn't have much expectations for material things, so he was not in a hurry to get the car, and just wait until he got off work.

He just argued with a master's degree in law at a forensic forum abroad about a question about the phenomenon of hyperbirth, because in Japan, Okabata basically has no one who can talk about forensic science, including Ikawa, who is also an autopsy department.

He ordered some forensic supplies that were not available in China online and later used them during the inspection process.

During lunch, I happened to meet Mikako Sato.

"How is it?" Okata greeted her with a smile.

Mikako Sato knew very well what was going on and pretended not to know, "How about what?"

"Someone who owes me a meal, don't pretend to lose memory. We have no shortage of experts who force confessions when searching for a subject." Okabaya said.

Sato Mikako glanced at me: "Let's go, it just happened that my salary was paid this month."

"Oh." Okata was stunned, because during the period when he lived in Maori's office, there was almost no expense except buying a car, and he almost forgot to pay for the salary today.

Walking with Mikako Sato attracted some whispers from others. No matter which country or era, people are hiding gossip in their hearts.

"How is your car?" Mikako Sato recalled this incident on the road and asked.

As he walked, Okabaya said, "I've bought it."

"I won't see you driving to work." Sato Mikako looked at him in surprise.

Ogata said seriously: "Scientific conclusions are coming to this, this is more fuel-efficient."

"Go to die!" Sato Mikako stared at Okata, wanting to punch him.

Okata smiled, avoiding her from afar, not giving her a chance to attack herself.

......

On the way home, Okata happened to pick up the car at the car center. As soon as he entered the door, he recognized his salesperson facing him with a completely different attitude than before.

"Mr. Okata, the GTR you ordered is here." Under the guidance of the sales staff, Okata finally saw a brand new black sports car, which looked streamlined and flowing, and was fascinating to the whole.

GTR is a Nissan Motor and is known as a "national treasure" in Japan. Its performance and workmanship, as well as its price, is a well-deserved collection in this era of money or money.

Okata nodded without saying much nonsense. He took the key to the car and stepped forward to open the door. The moment he sat in the main driving position with his lower body, he seemed to be in a sense of space.

The seats were very comfortable and everything on the dashboard was very new. When I opened the car window, Ogata politely said to the sales staff: "The car is good, thank you." As he said that, he twisted the car keys, turned on the car engine, and stretched the seat belt to his upper body.

"Woo--"

With the salesperson's somewhat envious look, Okata stepped on the accelerator and the GTR, which reflected the light, roared out.

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