Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 337: Shiraishi Nagimitsu's Battle, the Cooperation of the Judicial Beauty
Masami Miura strolled to the front of the courtyard from the internal entrance of the side door.

The court session has not yet begun.

The main door was not open.

Inside the court.

The clerk was sitting at the desk sorting out documents. When he saw Masami Miura come in, he stood up and saluted.

To Miura Masami's surprise, Hojo Sakura had arrived at the court early.

Her hair was tied up and she wore light makeup.

Sit in the prosecutor's seat.

Earrings and necklaces are all included.

He was still wearing a suit with a prosecutor's nameplate on his chest.

Seeing Miura Masami coming, Hojo Sakurana smiled at her.

Can you still laugh?
A surge of anger rose in Masami Miura's heart.

Does this woman, whom I have been friends with since college, really want to see me die in the mud?
Aren’t you worried about your own ending at all?

Why do we have to be so pedantic and stick to the so-called procedural justice?

Guarding her self-righteous legal knowledge?

Then we just watched the criminals being released and walking free.

Ultimately it's just selfish.
Miura Masami sneered inwardly and looked away.

Not a word.

No smile returned.

It would be a lie to say I don't hate her.

I was already waiting for the countdown and had no energy left to respond to anything.

Masami Miura sat blankly in the courtroom, not wanting to look at Hojo Sakura anymore.

What she didn't know was that Hojo Sakura also didn't sleep all night.

After rejecting Masami Miura's request, the prosecutor locked himself in the studio.

She took off her white long skirt and was left wearing only a black lace bra and a black thong.

Throw paint and charcoal without restraint.

After finishing several large sketch papers.

He then drew the tattoo draft on his body over and over again in front of the mirror.

The tip of the charcoal pencil scratched her skin, causing waves of stinging.

if it is possible.

She even wished that the tattoo needle would be placed on her body and her white body would be covered with tattoos based on these sketches.

Use physical pain to alleviate the pain in her heart.

This is her way of venting.

After a long time.

Hojo Sakura went back into the bathroom.

Under the shower.

Watch the clear water take away the blackness on your skin.

The black paint spreads in the water like smoke.

Flowing into the sewer.

After cleaning thoroughly.

She was wrapped in a white bath towel and lying in the rocking chair.

Staring blankly at the dim lights in the room.

Is it right or wrong for me to do this?
Who can answer?
It was not until the early morning that Hojo Sakura fell into a light nap.

Soon after, I was awakened by the morning light.

Unable to fall asleep anymore, she was in a daze for a while, then she got dressed, washed up, and went to the court.

Dang, Dang, Dang! !

The courtroom clock chimed.

Miura Masami's unfocused eyes were revitalized.

She regained her professional demeanor and banged the gavel: "Court in session!!"

The bailiffs opened the main door, and then several bailiffs escorted Governor Miura in.

"Dear sister, maybe I can come to see you tonight." Governor Miura walked in with a smile, still wearing handcuffs and shackles.

He paused slightly, raised his hands, and pushed his gold-rimmed glasses with the back of his right hand: "Dad came to see me last night and asked me to tell you..."

Governor Miura's smile widened a little, and he looked more gentle and amiable, but his snow-white teeth were a little cold.

"He missed you so much, he wanted to see you so badly, Miura Masami, my dear sister, he begged me to send you down to accompany him quickly!!!"

Masami Miura didn't say anything, but just glanced at Governor Miura indifferently.

Looked away.

After going through so much, Masami Miura seems to be no longer so afraid of her younger brother.

Then the audience and defense attorney Erin Hayes walked in.

The bailiff yelled, "Stand up!!"

The trial begins.

Miura Masami took the document handed over by the clerk, pushed up his glasses, looked at it, and said:
"First, based on the request made by Prosecutor Hojo Sakura from the previous trial, we request a re-examination of Exhibit 5, the military shovel that belonged to the defendant, Governor Miura."

"It is required to re-examine the biological base tissue components above."

"The court has already drawn lots to select a high-tech testing company to conduct the inspection under the supervision of the impartiality department."

"I believe both of you have received the information and have no objections to the high-tech inspection company."

"The latest test results will be sent to the court soon. Now, do either party have any new evidence to submit?"

"Yes, Your Honor." Irene Hayes stood up with a smile, took out a document and handed it to the clerk, then bowed slightly to Miura Masami.

"Your Excellency, this is the new evidence I submitted,"

"Your Honor, Members of the Jury"

"This is my client, Governor Miura, and his case at the University of Tokyo Hospital."

"The doctor's prescription proves that after his father's death, he was extremely sad and mentally unstable, and he took double doses of lorazepam continuously."

"Also submitted is a certificate of appraisal issued by a team of professors from the Department of Psychiatry at Keio University."

"His prefrontal cortex metabolic rate decreased by 31%, and his amygdala activity increased by 280%."

"It proves that my client has been in a state of mental exhaustion."

"That means he has been in the acute stress disorder (ASD) phase."

"During this period, his alleged threatening remarks and remarks about burying the body were consistent with grief disorder caused by the loss of a loved one. His words were not necessarily related to criminal intent."

"According to Supreme Court precedent No. 30 of the 238s: testimony that a suspect who is clearly mentally exhausted was not given adequate rest time shall not be admitted as evidence."

According to Article 39 of the Japanese Criminal Code, a person who, due to a mental disorder, completely loses the ability to distinguish right from wrong or the ability to control his or her behavior based on that ability, shall not be punished (not guilty).

"Therefore, I ask your Honor and the jury to dismiss the charges against my client for threatening and attempting to murder Masami Miura and to find him not guilty."

"Based on the evidence I presented at the last trial, I can prove that the backyard where the bodies were buried was so large and the chance was too high to tie them together based on a few mental rants by my client."

"Without any witnesses or physical evidence, they accused my client of being a psychopathic murderer based on such strong doubts. This is a great injustice to my client."

"Almost every piece of circumstantial evidence presented by the prosecution has room for reasonable interpretation. According to Article 336 of the Japanese Criminal Procedure Code, when there is a reasonable doubt that cannot be eliminated, the defendant should be found not guilty."

"That is the principle that the benefit of the doubt goes to the defendant."

"Therefore, I request that the court dismiss the multiple murder charges against my client and acquit him. Thank you!!"

After Irene Hayes finished speaking, she glanced at Hojo Sakura with a hint of pride.

Today, the prosecutor didn't even raise a single objection and didn't even stand up.

Don't disrupt your own rhythm, just let yourself play.

Has she given up?
Masami Miura also glanced at Hojo Sakura from the corner of her eye.

At this moment, the prosecutor, her good sister, was holding a pen and gently drawing something on her notebook.

It seemed that this prosecution had nothing to do with her anymore.

"Does the prosecution have any further questions or new evidence to submit?" asked Masami Miura with a glimmer of hope.

Hojo Sakura stood up, smiled, and said with her red lips parted, "No more, Your Honor."

Miura Masami took a deep breath.

That's all.
A face full of sadness.

I'm so ashamed to ask her for help.
It turned out that she had given up long ago.
Next, it’s time for judgment.

He glanced at the smug smiles on the faces of Irene Hayes and Governor Miura.

Masami Miura held the gavel tightly in his right hand.

I don't want to lift up, and I don't want to fall down
"Your Honor, are you still waiting for the results from that high-tech testing company?" Irene Hayes said with a smile. "Actually, there's no need. The high-tech testing company involved in the lottery is Dr. Wilson's subsidiary in Japan."

"It's not just that company. Apart from the Japanese prosecutors, the only three high-tech companies in Japan that have this qualification inspection are all Dr. Wilson's subsidiaries in Japan."

"It can be said that there will be no new differences between the test results and those of the parent company."

"Defendant's attorney, there's no need for you to remind the court of this," Miura Masami said gravely. "According to court procedures, we must wait until the new test results are submitted."

Erin Hayes smiled and shrugged: "Then wait."

At this time, the court door was pushed open.

"Your Honor, the latest test results have arrived." Several police officers came in with a document and handed it to the clerk.

The clerk took it and was about to hand it to Masami Miura.

"Please read the result again." Masami Miura waved her hand with difficulty, a look of fatigue on her face.

He took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows.

As Erin Hayes said, there's no point in holding out hope.
"Yes, Your Honor," the clerk said, opening the file. "The latest test results indicate that the biological base tissue found is indeed composed of animal bones, which is the latest type of fertilizer. The results are consistent with the test results previously presented by the defense attorney."

Masami Miura's face was frighteningly pale.

Although I anticipated the result, when it finally came, I still couldn't control my heart palpitations.

Masami Miura closed her eyes and slowly exhaled.

The entire courtroom was filled with a small hum.

The jury members whispered to each other.

Irene Hayes looked at Miura Masami with a smug smile, waiting for her to raise the gavel and bring it down.

A hammer is fixed.

For me, there is no case that I cannot win.

Even though this is in Japan, my means are very limited, but they are enough to deal with these people.

"Sister, my dear sister, why don't you raise the hammer? What are you waiting for?" Governor Miura shouted loudly, grinning and staring at Miura Masami with a gloomy look: "Father is waiting for you."

"Silence!" Miura Masami slammed the gavel, looked at Governor Miura and said coldly, "Defendant, if you continue to disregard court discipline, I will sue you for disrupting court order."

Governor Miura became even more proud when he saw this. He closed his mouth and sneered at Masami Miura.

Masami Miura withdrew his gaze and slowly raised the gavel.

"Wait, Your Honor, there is new test data below." The clerk suddenly said.

"Hmm?" Miura Masami was startled. "Continue reading." "Yes, Your Excellency." The clerk continued, "This test, under the supervision of a notary public, revealed new, tiny basal tissue within the screw joint of the military shovel."

"After testing, it was found that these were an exact match with the 15 loci found in the STR analysis of one of the four female corpses in the autopsy report. The probability of coincidence by chance is less than one in 4.7 trillion."

"The DNA match is 100 percent. At the same time, no other unknown types were detected in the DNA. According to the DNA Testing Guidelines, this test report shows no DNA contamination."

"In other words, it can be entered as evidence in court."

The clerk had just finished speaking.

Wow! !

what?
Is Governor Miura really the murderer?

How can it be?

Unbelievable! ! !

The whole audience was shocked and whispered to each other, and everyone's eyes were fixed on the report in the clerk's hand.

Miura Masami's eyes widened, and she slowly stretched out her hand, trembling a little.
The clerk quickly handed over the report.

The entire courtroom looked like a vegetable market.

Even a fool knows what this report means.

It means that there is solid evidence.

Everyone stared at Masami Miura who was reading the report with wide eyes.

Even the jury.

Governor Miura turned to look at Irene Hayes in shock.

"Impossible!!!" Erin Hayes's eyes widened, she quickly stood up, and shouted, "Impossible! How could we find new evidence in the screw hole? I demand a retest!!!"

"Objection!!!" Hojo Sakura slowly stood up, threw away the pen she had been playing with for a long time, raised her little face and stared at Irene Hayes, and said slowly:
"Defense attorney, the institution for this examination was determined by a judicial lottery. The result of the lottery was agreed upon by both the prosecution and the defense, and it has unquestionable legal effect."

"Besides, you just confidently said that the technology company doing the inspection is a subsidiary of Dr. Wilson."

"Therefore, as the prosecutor, I need to remind the defendant's defense lawyer that the court is not a joke and you are not allowed to question it."

"The objection is valid!! Ladies and gentlemen of the jury, this is the final result of the examination and has the highest legal effect." Masami Miura said excitedly, her voice trembling slightly.

Hojo Sakura continued, "Your Honor, members of the jury, this evidence fully proves that this military shovel is the evidence used by the defendant, Governor Miura, to bury the body."

"Also, I have a piece of newly received evidence." Hojo Sakura took out her phone and waved it high. "The latest forensic examination found a tiny bit of hair deepest between the fingernails of one of the women's bodies."

"After testing, the hair tissue was found to be a 100% match to the DNA of the defendant, Governor Miura."

"That is to say, two of the four bodies, the female ones, are directly linked to our defendant."

"Your Honor, members of the jury, in view of the above evidence, which fully demonstrates the direct and irrefutable connection between these four bodies and the defendant, Governor Miura, I request that the court sentence the defendant..."

She scanned the entire room, then focused on Governor Miura, staring intently at him as she uttered, "Guarded of multiple murders!!!"

"Mr. Governor Miura."

Hojo Sakura looked at her and smiled slightly: "Thank you for your advice that day."

Governor Miura's pupils contracted violently.
After the trial that day, I came to Hojo Sakurana, lowered my head and told her provocatively that there were more than four bodies.
She seemed to wave her hand lightly.
Is it to take away the hair that falls off your body?
That's it
"Ha, Ms. Hojo Sakura, you are such a qualified and just prosecutor," Governor Miura smiled lightly.

"Thank you for the compliment. You are a qualified pervert. You can still laugh now." Hojo Sakura's face showed a disgusted expression: "Otherwise, how can we catch a perverted murderer like you?"

The clerk handed a copy of the report that had just been printed out from Hojo Sakura's mobile phone to Miura Masami and another copy to the jury.

Masami Miura looked at the report in his hand and glanced at Hojo Sakura with complicated eyes.

The paleness on his face had long since returned to its rosy color.

So that's how it was. I had wronged her.
She rejected her own proposal because she tampered with two pieces of evidence at the same time.

knock knock knock.

Raising the gavel and striking it three times, Masami Miura lifted the skirt of the Chief Justice's robe and stood up solemnly.

"All rise."

"The court is now adjourned, awaiting the verdict."

In the lounge.

Masami Miura went in first and waited for Hojo Sakura to arrive.

A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Hojo Sakura.

A guilty look appeared on his face: "Sakura, I'm sorry, I thought you were not going to help me anymore."

"You're not wrong," Hojo Sakura said calmly, "I didn't help you."

"I didn't do anything, you don't have to apologize..."

She looked away and out the window.

The branches of the big tree outside the window were shaking, dividing my faint figure on the glass into countless small pieces.

No longer complete.

The prosecutor's emblem on his chest was also a little blurry.

After a night of struggle, she felt much calmer.

Since you have done what you think you should do, there is nothing to regret.
Masami Miura looked at Hojo Sakura's indifferent expression, and based on her understanding of her, she knew that she was still suffering.

But I don’t know what to say to comfort her.

She suddenly remembered the time when she lay on her master with satisfaction.

From time to time, he would obediently lick the sweat beads on his master's body.

When you want to please your master and help yourself.

The master said: Everything is suffering, and the only way to save yourself is to save yourself.

Only self-salvation
Miura Masami murmured these words.

Suddenly I understood what it meant.

After a while.

Masami Miura walked into the courtroom.

The bailiff shouted, "Everyone rise!"

boom! !

Masami Miura picked up the gavel and slammed it hard on the case.

"According to the deliberations of the jury, I now pronounce the verdict on the defendant, Governor Miura."

"Wait, Your Honor!!!" Irene Hayes interrupted loudly.

"Defendant's defense lawyer, you'd better have a legitimate reason." Miura Masami's eyes narrowed: "Otherwise, you will be detained immediately by the bailiffs."

"Your Excellency, I certainly have legitimate grounds," Irene Hayes said. "You cannot try my client, Governor Miura."

Erin Hayes pulled a document from her briefcase and handed it to the clerk.

"This is the nationality certificate of my client, Governor Miura. My client officially became a US citizen several years ago. According to Japanese law, he automatically renounced his Japanese citizenship."

"The following document is a certificate of rank of major issued to my client by Lieutenant General Ricky Rupp, Commander-in-Chief of the United States Forces in Japan and Commander of the Fifth Air Force. It bears his signature and the official military seal."

"In other words, my client, Governor Miura, has long been a full-fledged American citizen and a member of the U.S. military stationed in Japan, holding the rank of major."

"According to the [Japan-US Security Treaty], for all criminal activities of US troops stationed in Japan, the Japanese police only have the power to investigate and detain them, and the courts do not have the power to judge them. The final verdict should be made by the military courts of the US troops stationed in Japan."

"Therefore, the Japanese court is not allowed to try my client, and I demand that my client be immediately transferred to the US military base in Japan."

The whole audience exclaimed.

No one expected that Governor Miura, the only son of the Miura family who occupies half of the Japanese judicial system and is respected by everyone in the judicial community, is actually an American citizen.

He is also a major in the US military stationed in Japan.

Irene Hayes's face was livid.

At this point in the situation, I have already lost.

Although the other party forged evidence.

but.

If you lose, you lose, no matter what means the other party uses.

What's more, his methods are not fair.

Now there is only one last way, to save this guy's life.

Complete the tasks assigned by the teacher.

These two documents are the final trump cards she had prepared long ago.

but.

Once these two documents are released, it means that Governor Miura will forever lose the opportunity to continue developing in Japan.

The only thing that would be useful is that he could at least preserve some of the judicial forces that were stubbornly loyal to him.

He will still be able to play some role in the United States in the future.

Masami Miura stared blankly at the two documents.

She never imagined that her brother would become an American citizen and even hold a military rank in the US military stationed in Japan.

Hojo Sakura was also stunned by the other party's unexpected move.

Have I put so much thought into this that I even went against my own principles and bottom line?

Are we still going to let this guy escape back to the United States in a brazen manner?
"Objection!" She immediately reacted, looked at Miura Masami and shouted, "Your Honor, I object to the authenticity of these two documents. Even if they are true, please make a ruling first and then hand it over to the Ministry of Foreign Affairs for processing."

Miura Masami immediately understood what she meant.

As long as I make a judgment and put Governor Miura in jail, I will still have time to argue with the other party.

Under the pressure of public opinion, Governor Miura may not be able to go back easily.

knock!!!
Miura Masami slammed the gavel. "Silence!" he said. "I agree with the prosecution's objection to the authenticity of these two documents, which are irrelevant to the direct evidence in this case. I pronounce the verdict."

"Wait, Your Honor!!" The court door opened.

A woman came in and stopped Miura Masami
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In the business class of the Shinkansen bound for Osaka.

Shiraishi Nagimitsu wore a mask and a big hat, and snuggled up to Fang Zuo.

In order to conceal her huge breasts and travel in a low-key manner, she even wrapped herself in a loose windbreaker.

Mei Shiraishi sat in the back with a pout, looking at her sister and the man in front of her who were being affectionate with each other, rolling her eyes from time to time.

After Makihui, who was standing next to her, finished dealing with school matters with her, their relationship progressed rapidly.

They instantly became as close as close friends who had known each other for years.

After seeing this.

She secretly leaned her head over, moving it to Shiraishi Mei's ear: "Why are you staring at that? Do you have a sister complex?"

"What are you talking about? How is that possible?" Shiraishi Mei rolled her eyes: "I'm normal, I don't have that problem."

"I see. Then you must like your brother-in-law, right? That's how sister triangle love stories are played on TV." Ma Feihui shrank her head self-righteously.

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Mei Shiraishi growled in a low voice.

"No need to say more, I understand," Ma Feihui waved her hand.

Fang Zuo kneaded Shiraishi Nagi's windbreaker with one hand, feeling the softness flowing out from his fingers. He looked at the large basin of things packed beside him and asked, "What are these?"

"It's your Yang Guofu Malatang. It's only available in Tokyo at the moment. I brought it specially for Yui. Mei waited in line for a long time." Shiraishi Nagimitsu bit her lower lip, feeling the strength of the man's big hand and said with a muddy look in her eyes.

Fang Zuo nodded and was about to say something when Shiraishi Nagimitsu's phone rang.

She picked up the phone, listened to the voice on the receiver, nodded continuously, and her expression became more and more serious.

"We were right. This peacekeeping Self-Defense Force is indeed connected to the Fukushima nuclear power plant." Shiraishi Nagimitsu hung up the phone, his face solemn.

"Momoko just called and said they've located a warship, one indeed manufactured by Mitsubishi Heavy Industries. Radar data from the warship indicates a vessel has sailed out of the Fukushima nuclear power plant and approached the light aircraft carrier."

(End of this chapter)