People are wreaking havoc in Tokyo, ladies, please stay put!

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"Do I need to ask specifically?" Miura Masami said disdainfully. "These prosecutors come to my house to visit the elders, and eight out of ten of the gossip they tell is about you. What's wrong? Is your waist aching again?"

After saying this, Masami Miura stretched out her legs and nudged Hojo Sakura's waist with her toes wrapped in stockings.

"Don't move." Hojo Sakurano dodged the tip of the black stockings and frowned, "If you have something to say, say it. If not, leave. I don't have time to entertain you."

"Why are you hiding? I've always given you massages like this." Miura Masami snorted unhappily, "Can't I just come and see you if I have nothing to do?"

"Miura Masami, I've known you for a long time. For a woman like you, nothing is more important than your family's reputation. Secondly, your utilitarianism is more important, and finally, your vanity." Hojo Sakura sneered, "Don't play the emotional card with me again. If you have something to say, just say it. Otherwise, I'll have the guards ask you to leave. A Chief Justice of the Tokyo Supreme Court being escorted out of the Supervisory Office by guards, I don't think you would like to see that."

"Sakura Kurumi!" Miura Masami said, "I came here for her business."

Chapter 276: The Shura Field of Three Women, Fighting for a Man!

"Miura Masami, the news of you being wronged by Sakura Sora Kurumi has spread throughout all judicial institutions. Even someone like me who never likes to ask about gossip has heard about it several times." Hojo Sakura leaned back in her chair, hugged her body with her hands, tilted her head slightly, and looked at Miura Masami with her beautiful eyes.

"Why have you come to the Inspectorate so early to see me? Has this embarrassing incident in front of the cabinet ministers given our Chief Justice so much sleepless nights? Are you so eager to get revenge right away?"

Miura Masami and Hojo Sakuna looked at each other.

Not giving in to each other.

"Puchi." Masami Miura covered her red lips with her small hands and smiled.

He first looked away and looked at the empty coffee cup.

"Look at you, you finished your coffee and didn't even prepare anything else. Luckily, I guessed it a long time ago." Miura Masami didn't answer, but changed the subject. Her little hand pulled out a beautifully wrapped paper bag from behind her back.

"I roast and grind every coffee bean myself. The coffee beans come from Ethiopia, the homeland of your favorite coffee. They are bitter with a slight sweet aftertaste."

Hojo Sakura glanced at the paper bag and sneered, "I know you've gathered signatures from other prosecutors. Now, the order to investigate the entire Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department is just missing my signature, right?"

The two of them were talking in their own way, as if they were not on the same channel.

"Miura Masami, I will never sign for your personal grudge, let alone for an order that wastes taxpayers' money and seriously undermines the morale of the police force. Forget it." Hojo Sakura sat up straight.

"If this is the case, I advise you to go back quickly and stop wasting time here. Otherwise, when everyone comes to work, I will reject you in front of them, and you will lose face."

Miura Masami stared at Hojo Sakurano, put away her black silk toes that were constantly shaking in her high heels, slightly tightened her plump buttocks that were pressed against the table, and jumped off the table with force.

'Da Da'.

The black high heels made two sounds when they stepped on the ground.

She picked up the paper bag, picked up Hojo Sakurana's empty cup, walked to the coffee brewing machine next to her, poured out the coffee powder, pressed it and brewed a cup.

Then she came back with a coffee cup in her hand, swaying her waist.

"Try it and see if my cooking skills have deteriorated." Miura Masami said with a smile as she placed the coffee in front of Hojo Sakurana.

Hojo Sakura smelled the familiar aroma of coffee, and looked at Miura Masami's smiling face with her beautiful eyes. After a moment of hesitation, she took it and took a sip. She closed her beautiful eyes and enjoyed the aroma of coffee spreading in her mouth: "It's okay, the powder tastes okay, but don't expect..."

"What if it's this case?" Miura Masami interrupted Hojo Sakura and took out a newspaper and placed it on the table. "You claim to be a righteous person, but you don't care about this kind of wrongful conviction? This was entirely caused by the National Security Agency fabricating false evidence. This reason should be enough for you to sign."

Upon hearing this, Hojo Sakura opened her beautiful eyes and glanced at the headlines of the newspaper.

A few lines of big words!

[After 58 years of wrongful conviction, death row inmate Ku Tian Yan was finally acquitted! ]

There are pictures below the text.

A pale and haggard old man hugged his family and cried bitterly.

She slowly closed her eyes again.

As a prosecutor of the Supreme Inspection Office, she certainly knew about this case, which had caused a strong response among the Japanese people.

At 1966 a.m. on June 6, 30, a fire broke out at the executive residence of a miso manufacturing company in Shimizu City, Shizuoka, and the entire house was burned down.

The bodies of a family of four were found in the rubble. The youngest was only 14 years old. All four had been stabbed to death multiple times.

The killer then set the house on fire in an attempt to destroy the scene and evidence.

The case was tried in a different location by the then Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, and the suspect was identified as Kuda Yan, an employee at the time and a professional underground boxer.

After 45 confessions with different contents, Kuda Yan admitted his crime in the final confession.

The most crucial piece of evidence was the five bloodstained clothes found in Tian Yan's home.

After 58 years of appeals and public pressure, and the latest scientific inspection report, it was found that the five pieces of bloodstained clothing as evidence were all forged by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Agency.

A horrific wrongful imprisonment that turned out to be the result of evidence fabricated by the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department.

"This is not enough." Hojo Sakura opened her beautiful eyes and stared at Miura Masami.

Two pairs of beautiful eyes collided in the air, sparks flying.

"This case happened too long ago. It's unfair to all police officers to launch a procedural justice investigation into the entire National Security Agency based solely on an injustice case from so many years ago," said Hojo Sakura.

"What about this one?" Miura Masami pulled another envelope from her bag and handed it to Hojo Sakura. "This is another case of false evidence from the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department that has been discovered in recent years. It's already been confirmed by our Supreme Court."

Hojo Sakura took the briefcase, untied the hemp rope, took out a document and looked at it carefully.

This is another injustice created by the Security Bureau.

In 2013, an innocent passerby was involved in a gang fight in Tokyo.

A female high school student was killed in a gang shooting.

In the absence of any physical evidence, the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department found six witnesses and coerced and bribed them to testify against the innocent passerby.

Poor innocent passerby, he did nothing wrong, but was arrested and convicted just because he passed by the crime scene.

Not long ago, several of the six witnesses voluntarily submitted letters of repentance for unknown reasons.

In their confession letters, they admitted that they were caught selling drugs and were in urgent need of merit to reduce their sentences. They testified against passers-by under the inducement of the Security Bureau.

The autopsy examiner in the case was suffering from a terminal illness. Before his death, he surrendered to a prosecutor from the Supervisory Office and produced another autopsy report that had not been tampered with.

Although the female student was shot, the real cause of death was the obvious Yin-Yang magic scars on her body.

The outcome of the case was clearly a major frame-up and injustice.

To protect the real murderer.

Not only had that innocent bystander never held a gun, but he was not a Yin-Yang master at all.

"Although Sakura Kurumi hadn't joined the company at that time, the officers in charge of this case are still under her command," Miura Masami said with a smile. "This man has also been wrongfully imprisoned for over a decade. How could our righteous Prosecutor Hojo just ignore such an injustice?"

"This is fabricated evidence by the National Security Bureau. It's far worse than any other wrongful conviction caused by negligence. Furthermore, look at this..."

Masami Miura threw a few more photos on the table.

Hojo Sakura picked it up.

It turned out to be a photo of the families of the two wrongful cases, holding banners and pulling other parties who were dissatisfied with the cases to sit quietly at the entrance of the court.

"Public opinion against the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department will only intensify." Miura Masami sneered, "I came to you so early because I didn't want you to be put in a passive position due to public accusations."

Hojo Sakura picked up the coffee cup again, took a sip slowly, and then put it down.

She held her small chin with both hands and closed her eyes in thought for a moment.

She opened her beautiful eyes and said, "You win. I agree to initiate a procedural justice investigation into the Tokyo Metropolitan Police Department, focusing on investigating any violations of law and regulations by the officers during their handling of the case."

"As expected, you are the famous and righteous prosecutor, Hojo Sakura." Miura Masami said with a smile, pulling out another document bag from her bag: "Sign it, you are the only one missing."

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Fang Zuo looked inward at the Acala Dao pattern within his body.

After intercepting a large amount of the holy light of incense power, these Taoist patterns began to overlap with the residual patterns of Asura.

Momonogi Kana rubbed her eyes and woke up.

With her arms spread out, her pale, petite body fell into Fang Zuo's arms: "It hurts."

Momonogi Kana hooked her arm around the man's neck, her beautiful eyes filled with grievance, "Why does my butt hurt so much? Is she here again?"

Fang Zuo nodded.

"It's not just my butt that hurts." Momonogi Kana shyly squeezed her little head.

"Then have a good rest." Fang Zuo cast a Qi and Blood spell on the woman in his arms: "It's already dawn."

"Ah?" Momonogi Kana looked out the window, then at the time, with a sad face: "It's over, class has to start."

"Aren't you not late yet?" Fang Zuo was stunned: "There's still time to wash and dress."

“But I’m afraid it’s not enough…”

"What's not enough?"

"That's not enough..."

Momonogi Kana pushed Fang Zuo down with both hands.

She twisted her slender and soft waist and sat up: "That was hers just now, where's mine? You don't keep your word!"

"Why doesn't it count?"

The sun gradually rose higher.

The sun shines in through the screen window.

"It's over, it's over. I'm really going to be late now." Momonogi Kana muttered, but still picked up a new green lace bra and a set of matching panties and put them on: "Do they look good?"

Then stand in front of the makeup mirror and put on bright lipstick.

"nice."

"Out of 100, how many points did I get?"

"120 points."

"Why didn't you say 1000 points?" Momonogi Kana rushed over angrily and bit the man's shoulder: "Which vixen are you going to give the rest to?"

After receiving the additional points from the man, she wiped the saliva from her shoulder with a smile on her face.

He looked up and gave her a light kiss.

"It's over, it's too late."

"It's all your fault. Look at the mess inside." Momonogi Kana looked at the mess on the bed and the floor, pouting and complaining, "I can only clean it up after I come back from class."

"It has nothing to do with me." Fang Zuo shrugged and spread his hands: "I didn't move at all."

Pointing to the bed sheet: "It really has nothing to do with me."

Momonogi Kana looked at the little face and blushed, covering Fang Zuo's eyes with her hands.

"Don't look." She pushed Fang Zuo out the door with force.

"I hate it so much, go away, go away."

Fang Zuo was pushed out the door and heard the sound of packing up inside. He shouted a reminder: "You're going to be late."

"Got it!!" A voice inside agreed: "Oh, we're out of laundry detergent."

Fang Zuo shook his head and turned to go downstairs.

Suddenly I felt that the atmosphere in the corridor was a little strange.

I forgot this is the girls' dormitory.

“Hey~~~There’s a man!!!”

The loud shout just now caused dozens of heads to pop out from their dormitories to check what was happening in the corridor.