Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 330 The Darkening of the Beautiful Woman
Inside the Tokyo Supreme Court.

"Objection." Hojo Sakura stood up. "I object to the defendant's defense attorney's misleading conclusion. Even if the opposing witness, Dr. Finn Nelson, provided a possible new fertilizer, it doesn't negate the other possibility that these are indeed human tissues."

"At the same time, I disagree with the biologist's identification. I am applying to the court to have a third-party biological institution conduct a thorough examination and identification of this biological substrate."

"The objection is valid." Miura Masami slammed the gavel solemnly. "This erroneous conclusion of the defense attorney will not be recorded. Please exclude it from the record for the jury's reference."

"We agree to the prosecution's request." She paused and continued, "The court will assign a third-party agency with high biological qualifications to conduct further identification in this case."

Hojo Sakura and Miura Masami looked at each other.

Although Hojo Sakurai has been protecting the witness in a safe house to avoid contact with the outside world.

But this famous lawyer from America bribed the Miura family's housekeeper and falsified the Miura family's work schedule.

The witness was forced to speak incoherently.

Destroyed the credibility of the witness before the jury.

Finally, a biology PhD from North America was brought in to destroy even the most powerful physical evidence.

Although we have now applied for the intervention of a third-party agency.

But both of them understood that in cases like this involving the highest levels of technology, only a few companies could make effective appraisals.

It is very likely that the results will be similar to the current ones.

The court was silent for a moment.

Irene Hayes stood up again and said to Miura Masami, "Your Honor, I would like to ask, as one of the witnesses, did you personally hear my witness say that he killed someone and buried him in the backyard?"

"No, he just said to cut me up and bury me in the backyard." Masami Miura said expressionlessly.

"I compared your testimony with Deputy Maple Butterfly Love and Director Yingkong Kurumi's." Erin Hayes picked up the three documents, looked them over, and then looked up. "They only record my client saying, 'Do you think those pets are the only ones lying in the backyard?' and 'I'll cut you up neatly and bury you in the backyard.'"

"I'd like to ask Deputy Feng Dielian, have the police found the bodies of the pets at the burial site?"

"No!" Feng Dielian said.

"Very good. In other words, my client didn't explicitly say that he killed someone and buried the body in the backyard. He only stated that there were more than just pets in the backyard and that he was threatening Masami Miura. This makes it easy to handle." Erin Hayes continued to look at Masami Miura.
"Excuse me, Your Excellency, how big is the Miura family's backyard?"

"I don't know the exact size." Masami Miura shook her head.

"It doesn't matter. I know it well, even if you don't." Erin Hayes took out a document and handed it to the clerk. Then she held another in her hand and gestured for everyone to see. "Everyone, this is the Miura family's land deed. It clearly records the area."

"Don't think that the Miura family's backyard is just a small flower garden. It also includes a small hillside, a woodland, an orchard, and a stream flowing down from the back mountain."

"That is to say, with such a large backyard, the possibilities are endless."

"My client did not explicitly say that he had killed anyone, let alone how many people he had killed."

"When were the bodies buried? Where were they buried? How deep were they buried? How were the bodies arranged?"

"None of this has been mentioned. So, how can you rely on two irrelevant sentences to tie such a large-scale backyard burial case to my client?"

"The evidence presented by the prosecution included witnesses with poor memories and irrelevant physical evidence. No murder weapon was found, and my client's DNA and fingerprints were not found at the burial site."

"This prosecution is extremely unfair to my client."

"As everyone knows, the Miura family is a century-old judicial family in Japan. The ancestors of the Miura family participated in the drafting of Japan's Constitution and made great contributions to Japan's judicial community."

"For a hundred years, the entire family has had no evidence of any crime, and has provided batch after batch of talented people to the Japanese judicial system."

"My client, Governor Miura, is an outstanding university professor and doctoral supervisor, whose students are now widely recognized in the Japanese judicial system."

"It's normal for him to lose his mind due to excessive grief over the death of his beloved father. How can you conclude he's the murderer based on just two angry threats?"

"How can such a highly respected person be hastily sentenced to death amidst so many doubts? Therefore, I ask the judge and jury to acquit my client."

The whole courtroom was filled with a noisy whisper.

Many people in the judicial community are shaking their heads.

Even the jury was whispering to each other.

"Silence!" Masami Miura banged the gavel and stood up.

"Stand up!" the clerk shouted.

After everyone stood up.

Miura Masami pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said, "This trial is now over. The date for the next trial and the verdict will be announced upon notification."

After saying that, Masami Miura picked up her things and walked towards the side door.

At this time, Governor Miura was taken up by the bailiff and walked to the other side.

The two siblings looked at each other.

Governor Miura raised his handcuffed hands in front of his chest and smiled at Masami Miura. His eyes behind the lenses stared at her intently, revealing his white teeth.

"Wait. For me. To. Find. You."

He lip-synced every word, his face turned cold and ferocious as he passed by.

He walked two steps forward, passing by Hojo Sakura's prosecution seat, and suddenly leaned over and whispered, "There are far more than just these four bodies."

After he finished speaking, he straightened up and pushed the frame of his glasses proudly: "Prosecutor Hojo, you must persevere to the end."

Then he smiled triumphantly and strolled away under the escort of police officers.

Hojo Sakura looked at Governor Miura's back, her mind filled with the tragic images of the four corpses.

There was also the tragic scene of the parents of the four families crying and fainting at the scene while identifying the bodies.

She watched Governor Miura walk out as if he had been freed from his shackles.

She couldn't figure it out.

In this seemingly civilized modern society, everyone has received a higher education.

Why can a top student from a judicial family, who is also a judicial teacher, do such a cruel thing?
Hojo Sakura silently gathered up her documents and notebook, stood up, and walked towards the courtroom.
"There are far more than four."

Governor Miura's words kept lingering in her mind.

It wasn't just these four girls that were killed.
Or will he continue to kill more girls when he is released?
Maybe both
Hojo Sakura suddenly felt the powerlessness of the law.

She has always pursued procedural justice and has great faith in the laws of this world.

But at this moment, the law cannot restrain a perverted murderer.

Hojo Sakura came to the lounge.

Masami Miura took off her chief justice robe and was putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

His face was dull.

The little hands with manicure painted on them gently pressed the face with cotton pads.

Bright red lip gloss

Beneath her dark eyebrows are eyes full of spring and a slight blush.

Everything is like a beautiful woman who is extremely satisfied in body and soul.

It was as if he had just enjoyed the comfort of his lover.

There is no sign of frustration or worry
He seemed to care nothing about what had just happened in court.

"You don't seem worried at all?" Hojo Sakura came up behind her and said, "We are far behind now."

"What's the point of worrying?" Miura Masami turned around and smiled slightly: "I've experienced so much in these short days."

"All I know is that I must win. I don't want to lose, and I don't want to die."

"Will you help me, Sakura?"

Hojo Sakura shook her head: "I'm not helping you, I'm helping the girls who were victimized and their families."

"The goal is the same, isn't it?" Miura Masami opened her red lips and said slowly, "Wait for my call, there will be a solution."

“I will definitely find a way.”

After saying that, Masami Miura picked up her bag, pushed her glasses, twisted her waist, and walked out slowly in high heels.

Hojo Sakura watched Miura Masami leave and followed her to the parking lot.

There was a roar.

A Kawasaki motorcycle drove up quickly and stopped in front of her.

"What's wrong? Prosecutor Hojo, do you need me to give you a ride?" Feng Dielian took off her motorcycle cap and shook her long black hair.

"No, thank you." Hojo Sakura said, "Are you here to ask me to go to the National Security Bureau to apologize? Don't worry, I will do it another day. I promised to do it."

"No, I just came to see how frustrated you are." Feng Dielian shrugged. "Don't you always think that procedural justice is above all else?"

"Haven't you always been against the Security Bureau using some illegal means?"

"Now you know, sometimes the law doesn't work."

Hojo Sakura was silent.

Feng Dielian didn't say anything more and put his helmet back on: "Such a brutal murderer can also escape the punishment of the law, hehe"

Feng Dielian stepped on the accelerator, bent down, and pressed the graceful curves of her buttocks and back tightly against the motorcycle.

The engine roared.

Go ahead and go.

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Fang Zuo sat in the taxi and turned on his cell phone.

I called Sakura Kurumi.

I received text messages from several people, but no one replied to Yingkong Kurumi.

I just plan to fight back against this big peach.

He glanced at the driver in front and cast a soundproofing spell. "Hello! Humph, I knew you'd call me back." Yingkong Kurumi's voice came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by the whistling sound of wind. "I knew it, I knew it."

I knew it when I heard it repeated over and over again.

The joy in his words could not even be covered by the sound of the wind.

"So confident?" Fang Zuo said with a smile in the car.

"It's not confidence, it's tacit understanding, it's trust in your man. Otherwise, how can I be your woman?" Yingkong Kurumi said loudly: "I'm driving. Have you seen the screenshots I sent you?"

"Looked."

"Do you know that psychic? He's very powerful and almost killed me."

"He doesn't have the courage." Fang Zuo sneered.

"I knew it was my man who scared him away." Yingkong Kurumi said proudly, "His claws stopped just a few centimeters away from me, and then his face was filled with fear. I guessed he knew you."

"He's sensible, otherwise he would be dead if he got any closer to you," said Fang Zuo.

"I knew you were always by my side, protecting me." Yingkong Kurumi's tone became happier, and she suddenly asked hesitantly, "Why did he let Feng Dielian and Hashimoto Yuna go too?"

"Ahem, who are these two people you're talking about?" Fang Zuo coughed and quickly used his manly instinct to play dumb.

Acting like I don't know what you're talking about.

"You've seen these two people before, don't you remember? Feng Dielian is my deputy director, I've seen her in the office, and Hashimoto Yuna is the woman I asked you to save."

"Oh, them~~~!" Fang Zuo suddenly realized: "Maybe they were afraid that I knew them, so they ran away like this. This guy is quite cautious."

"Is that so?" Yingkong Kurumi paused on the other end of the phone. "Bad boy, remember the first time you put your arm around my waist?"

"Remember, when I rescued you, the floor was wet!" Fang Zuo joked.

It is indeed a very smooth one.

"Ahhh! What I meant was sitting on the back of my motorcycle and holding my waist. That's the first time I take you with me. What are you thinking about?" Yingkong Kurumi said coquettishly.

"That was the second time I hugged your waist, not the first time."

"That time doesn't count, it's the first time. Oh, if I said the first time, it's the first time." A few roars of engines came from Yingkong Kurumi's side, representing her coquettish anger.

"Okay, this is the first time. It's the first time for me to sit behind you and hug your waist."

"Yes, you know, I rarely ride a motorcycle now. Because every time I ride a motorcycle, I feel like something is missing from my waist." Yingkong Kurumi shouted loudly:
"Are people always greedy? Once they get something, they want to keep it forever?"

"Bad guy, I missed you. You haven't ridden in my car for a long time!"

Fang Zuo paused in silence and said, "Where are you? I'll come find you."

"No." Sakura Kurumi laughed loudly on the other end of the phone: "Do you think I'm blaming you? No, idiot!!"

"I'm just thinking about you. I just want to tell you that your woman is thinking about you!!!"

"I know you have a lot of things to do. Even though I don't understand them, I don't need to understand them!"

"Just like when I saw you didn't reply to my message, I knew you would call me soon!!"

"That's how you say it in Chinese!"

"The hearts are connected."

"Yes, the heart has a soul."

"xi" Fang Zuo said again.

"hi~~"

Whatever.

"Fang Zuo!!" Yingkong Hutao shouted excitedly into the microphone, accompanied by a louder roar of the engine and a sharper sound of the wind.

Just like her mood at the moment: "When I am old, will you still sit in my back seat and put your arms around my waist?"

"Yes." Fang Zuo said, "You must still wear the leather jacket."

"Hahaha, I'm just worried that I'll be so fat that my leather jacket will burst and my belly will be exposed. Don't hang up the phone and accompany me to my destination, okay~~?"

"it is good!"

Yingkong Kurumi was driving a motorcycle while chattering about what had happened recently.

Fang Zuo frowned. It turned out that the Japanese Divine Kingdom had lost another god.

That Abe Haruaki seems to be a good helper.

This means that the day when I will conquer the Kingdom of God is not far away.

Soon the motorcycle arrived at a high-end apartment building.

"I'm here, I'm hanging up." said Sakura Kurumi on the other end of the phone.

Yingkong Kurumi was still blowing kisses goodbye when a busy tone came from the headphones.

"Hmph, man!!! Hanging up so soon, are you going to look for that woman Shiraishi again?" Sakura Kurumi took off her headphones and pouted.

"No."

There was an echo in my mind.

Yingsora Kurumi was stunned and looked at the headphones in her hand.

He clearly hung up the phone.

"Ahh, you're still here."

"Of course, otherwise how could I hear you scolding me."

"Oh, I was wrong~~" Yingkong Kurumi said with a smile, "Why haven't you left yet?"

"I'll accompany you for a while."

"Mmmmm, Fang Zuo is the best, the best in the whole world!" Yingkong Kurumi's face was filled with joy, and she blew kisses repeatedly as she walked into the community.

A hand came to stop him.

Two security guards wearing tactical body armor stepped forward.

"I'm sorry, miss, we don't accept outsiders here."

"Please show your identity!"

"This is my ID." Yingsora Kurumi took out a card and handed it to the two.

One of the security guards took it and swiped it on the roadblock instrument.

They looked at each other and nodded.

"Sakura Sora Walnut Hall, please come in."

After entering, Sakura Kurumi scanned her iris again before entering the high-end apartment community.

Infrared and thermal imaging scans are constantly coming in.

"Is the community so strict?" Fang Zuo's voice echoed in her mind.

"All the important Japanese people live here," said Sakura Kurumi. "All the security equipment is connected to the security team."

After Sakura Kurumi entered the elevator, she came to the door of an apartment according to the information in the database.

Ringed the doorbell.

After waiting for a while, there was no movement inside.

Isn't it in the apartment?

impossible?

Yingkong Kurumi took out two hairpins familiarly and flipped them on the door lock twice casually.

card wipe.

The door just opened.

"When did you learn this skill?" Fang Zuo said in surprise.

This little guy can also write all sorts of nonsense.

"Of course. Do you think your woman is just a vase?" Yingkong Kurumi wrinkled her nose.

Only in front of your man can you be your true self.

Yingkong Kurumi pushed open the door and walked in.

A small apartment.

All the curtains were drawn and the living room was pitch black.

Only the TV was still playing some inexplicable scenes.

Yingkong Kurumi walked across the living room and gently pushed open the half-open bedroom door.

A beautiful woman wearing a black, slightly see-through chiffon vest was lying on the bed in pain.

He keenly noticed the door being pushed open and slowly turned around.

bang bang bang! ! !
In the underground shooting range of the Procuratorate.

Hojo Sakura was wearing earmuffs and holding the pistol with both hands, and she quickly emptied the magazine.

Every shot hit the head of the human target in front of her accurately.

It was as if Governor Miura was right in front of her.

Behind that gentle smile is a young girl who was cruelly torn apart.
I will never let you go!!!

(End of this chapter)