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

"Director, I'm very grateful for your trust in me..." Oono Keiji said with a wry smile, "But, there are reasons I can't tell you."

"Oh? Tell me about it." Yingsora Kurumi supported her chin with both hands, motioning him to continue.

"It was many years ago... I was born into a poor family," Oono Keiji said slowly. "The most embarrassing moment for me since I was old enough to understand was paying tuition, especially when I had to argue with my teacher over and over again in front of my classmates."

"Their smiles and the teacher's knowing nods made me feel ashamed."

"So I worked like crazy to earn tuition fees since I was in middle school. Then, I met a girl and we became friends during that time."

"One winter night in my senior year of high school, also on the day of tuition payment, I stood on the stage and said the same words in embarrassment."

"The girl came to see me, her cotton jacket soaked by the freezing winter rain, and her hair was covered in snowflakes."

"She brought me the tuition money I desperately needed, and then she left."

"Then, I was admitted to the Faculty of Political Science and Law at the University of Tokyo, and she also paid for the exorbitant tuition fees."

"I owe her all this..."

Oono Keiji whispered, "Director, I plead guilty. I did it all. There's no need to investigate further. Don't ask any more questions. Let's just leave it at that..."

"It's not as simple as you say. Just getting to know a friend..." Sakura Kurumi shook her head and said, "It's not just about tuition..."

She paused and then said, "You love her, don't you, Oono Keiji?"

Keiji Ohno paused with his head down, then nodded.

"Does she love you?" Feng Hualian asked.

For a moment, she felt a little sympathy for Keiji Ohno.

Keiji Ohno shook his head. "She just treated me as an ordinary friend, and...she died when she was a junior in college."

"Then it's not her who's looking for you." Yingkong Kurumi said, "It's her family who's looking for you..."

"Yes... This is the last thing I can do for her." Oono Keiji nodded and said, "It can be regarded as a kind of compensation..."

"Since so many years have passed, you..." Before Fenghua Lian could finish her words, she was interrupted by Keiji Oono who raised his head.

"If I had to give up my life, I probably wouldn't agree. But if it meant my career or a few years in prison..." Ōno Keiji said with a wry smile, "I'm willing... Deputy Director Kaede Hanaren, you don't have to persuade me."

"Okay." Yingkong Kurumi stood up. "Then you stay here. You know the charges and sentence for perjury in this criminal case."

"Yes..." Keiji Ohno stood up and said with his head down.

Kaedeka Lian followed Sakura Kurumi out of the meeting room.

The two looked at each other, not knowing what they were thinking, and sighed.

"It's a bit of information, and it gives us some direction." Feng Hualian said softly.

"Go ahead and do it. Start by checking at the University of Tokyo. There were three female junior students who died within two years of Keiji Ohno's junior year." Sakura Kurumi said, "It shouldn't be too wide a range. They're neither much older than Keiji Ohno, nor much younger than him."

“If I don’t find a suitable target at the University of Tokyo, I’ll switch to Waseda University and Tokyo Women’s University.”

"If a girl from a wealthy family like this goes to the University of Tokyo, she will definitely not be too bad."

"I understand. I'll go right away." Feng Hualian nodded. "I'm just worried about studying at a foreign university."

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In a luxurious villa in horizontal screen.

Masami Miura knelt properly in the living room.

"Pa." She was slapped hard on the face.

"Father!!" Masami Miura touched her burning face, and a trace of blood flowed out from her red lips.

She looked at the man in front of her in disbelief.

It was obvious that her father hadn't held back at all.

"You bastard, who told you to dig up this case?" An elderly man in a kimono raised his cane and smashed it down fiercely: "You idiot!"

Chapter 281 The Desire of Two Beautiful Women

The old man's cane hit Miura Masami hard.

Masami Miura subconsciously raised her arm to block it, and a large red mark instantly appeared on her well-maintained fair arm.

She whimpered and asked in confusion, "Father, I don't understand...why is this happening?"

"You still dare to block me, idiot? It's all your fault." The old man raised his crutches with both hands and smashed them down again.

Miura Masami didn't dare to raise his hands to stop it this time, and let the wooden cane hit his body: "Father, even if you beat me to death, let me know why!"

"How dare you talk back!" The old man angrily picked up his cane and pointed it at Miura Masami: "Do you know that the real murderer of this case file that you pulled out and sent back to the National Security Bureau is your own brother?"

"What? How... How is it possible... Governor Miura, how could he do such a thing..." Miura Masami trembled with pain, but was shocked by what her father said. For a moment, she no longer felt the subsequent pain in her body, and could only stare at her father blankly, wanting to get confirmation again.

"Haven't you ever considered this? In that decades-old injustice, the detective who gave false testimony only received a promotion two levels until retirement. And in this recent female high school student death case, the suspect accused of perjury is currently a high-ranking section chief in the Security Department." The old man was panting with anger, but after taking a deep breath to calm himself down a bit, he continued.

"From the year he gave false testimony to now, it's been 10 years since he reached his peak, and he's only an undergraduate from the University of Tokyo, and he doesn't even know Yin-Yang magic."

"In Japan, even if a civilian police officer works until his death, he is only a police inspector."

"The only ones capable of helping him cross the third, most difficult promotion level for a civilian police officer, and surpass the threshold of Superintendent, are our Miura family."

"Asshole! This appeal case has reached the Supreme Court, and I've had it suppressed and sealed, and you actually pulled it out of the archives again."

"But...this...how come I don't know anything about it..." Miura Masami's mind was numb and she spoke incoherently: "Father, why didn't you tell me?"

"What should I tell you? How should I tell you?" The old man knocked his cane against the floor again and again. "Should I tell you that your brother, my good son, the pride of the Miura family, is your brother?"

"Governor Miura, the author of dozens of legal books, a leading figure in Japanese legal studies, and a renowned doctoral advisor at the University of Tokyo, is a man who defies the regulations of the Spiritual Dissent Association and is unregistered as an Onmyoji. Is he also a psychopathic murderer?"

After the old man said these words continuously, he breathed heavily, pointed the crutch in his hand tremblingly at Masami Miura, and then put it down dejectedly.

"My brother is an Onmyoji?" Miura Masami knelt straight until her waist softened and drooped down, with her plump buttocks sitting on her calves. "How is this possible?"

"You idiot! If the section chief who perjured himself in this case exposes our family, it will all be over." The old man pounded his cane into the ground again, making a loud noise. "You, me, your brother, so many members of our clan, and the century-long honor of our entire family will be destroyed here."

"The century-old Miura family, which wrote the Japanese Constitution and whose disciples are spread throughout the Japanese judicial system, actually produced a perverted murderer."

"The Miura family has so completely obscured the legal system in Japan, allowing a murder case to remain unsolved for over a decade and forcing the victim to sit unjustly in prison for over a decade."

"Miura Masami, what do you think will happen to you? What will happen to me? Your brother will be sentenced to death, and the honor of the entire Miura family will be rewritten and recorded as a shame in Japan's judicial history."

"The names of the Miura family and several of us will be repeated over and over again in university judicial cases every year. Our descendants will no longer be trusted by the Japanese judicial community, and their path to justice will be cut off."

"The Miura family will also be destroyed because of this! There will be no recovery!"

"And all this is because of you!"

"Miura Masami, you idiot!!"

Masami Miura widened his eyes and knelt blankly.

Her father's string of remarks shattered all her thoughts like bombs...

"I'm going to beat you to death, you idiot!" The old man was about to raise his cane to hit him again, but was caught by a big, slender, white hand.

"Father, don't blame my sister. It's all my fault." A middle-aged man with an extremely gentle and elegant appearance walked in at some point and grabbed the crutch that was about to fall.

He pushed the gold-wire frame with his other hand and said, "Actually, it was all my fault. My sister didn't know about it. Besides, it's not that bad."

The old man snorted coldly and pulled the crutch back from the middle-aged man.

"Governor Miura, you still have the nerve to talk about this matter. It is you who has plunged the Miura family into an irretrievable crisis."

"I'm sorry, it's my fault!" Governor Miura smiled and nodded. "But father, this matter has not reached the point of no return. In fact, I don't think it's a big deal."

"That section chief would never tell anyone about us, I'm sure of that! He loved our deceased sister dearly, and we've helped him a lot over the years. Without us, he wouldn't even have the money to go to school, let alone hold his current position."

"As long as he doesn't come out and point it out, that Yingkong Kurumi Hall Director won't be able to find us no matter how hard he tries."

The old man looked at his son. He was so outstanding, but why did he have such a hobby?

He said unhappily, "That being said, this Yingkong Kurumi Hallzheng is no ordinary person. She has risen to this position in such a short time. So many Onmyoji families in Tokyo tremble under her control."

"And I'm sure you've all seen Tokyo's public security statistics this quarter. Compared to previous years, they've improved significantly. This is all thanks to the efforts of Director Sakura Sora Kurumi."

"Even if the section chief didn't come out to testify against us, I believe she would have guessed that she was connected to us."

"So what if she guessed it?" Governor Miura nonchalantly pushed his glasses up, walked up to Miura Masami, and reached out to pull his sister up. "As long as there's no evidence, she can't do anything to us. Father, you overestimate her. The judiciary is still our Miura family."

Miura Masami stood up and looked at the brother she had always been proud of. Her face was full of apology and tears flowed down her face: "I'm sorry, I didn't know..."

"Sister, why are you saying that? I'm your biological brother." Governor Miura interrupted her apology with a smile: "Besides, things are not that bad. Sister, don't worry too much."

"Besides, it's very likely that because you took out this file, maybe Sakura Kurumi won't suspect us."

"I'll go find Hojo Sakurana later and try to get her to stop supervising this case. Maybe when the pressure on Sakura Kurumi is reduced and no evidence is found, the case will be left unresolved." Miura Masami said.

"That's better, huh." The old man snorted coldly. "Otherwise, even if Sakura Kurumi doesn't find any evidence, once she suspects us, she'll keep her focus on us. Even if some bad rumors spread, it would be a blow to our Miura family's century-old honor."

"Miura Masami, do it right now!!"

"Sister, don't worry too much, just do whatever you want." Governor Miura said comfortingly.

"Don't keep trying to comfort your sister," the old man shouted. "I'm warning you, Governor Miura. Be more restrained these days. Don't think I don't know that you haven't stopped this bad habit. You've just been paying it off over the years."

"Of course, old man, I'm very fair." Governor Miura shrugged nonchalantly, "I gave each of them a large sum, and we're all even. And that person..."

A trace of ferocity crossed the gentle face of the Miura governor. "That one was just an accident. Who knew she would fall in love with me, get pregnant with my child and refuse to abort it? She even threatened me with this. What a childish girl..."

Masami Miura looked up at her younger brother and suddenly felt very strange at this moment, but was overwhelmed by worry in the next moment.

This is my own brother. Even if he made some mistakes, it cannot change the family relationship.

She was thinking about how to find an excuse to tell Hojo Sakura about this.

Inside the Tokyo Exorcist Security Bureau.

Sakura Kurumi was frowning as she looked through all the information on Keiji Ohno.

over the years.

His record of commendations and promotions is flawless.

There was almost no fault to be found in the test papers for every promotion exam.

It's like a student taking an exam and getting full marks every time.

There were no corrections, even the punctuation marks were standard answers.

It was so perfect, as if he was the teacher who set the test.

She put down Keiji Ohno's file, leaned back, closed her eyes and thought.

Maybe my feeling is right.

This guy Keiji Ohno has some connection with the Miura family.

Could it be that the Miura family is the murderer behind this?

Why would they kill an ordinary middle school student?

Moreover, there is a contradiction here.

If it was really the Miura family, why would Masami Miura pull out the case files and target himself?

Shouldn't it be left in the dust forever?

Yingsora Kurumi picked up her phone and called Fenghua Lian.

"Check if there are any dead women in the Miura family from the time when Oono Keiji was in college."

"You suspect the Miura family? No way?" Feng Hualian said in disbelief on the other end of the phone: "A judicial family like them knowingly breaks the law?"

"The better someone is at something, the more they treat it like a toy." Sakura Kurumi sneered, "Isn't the law also a toy for some people?"

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Fang Zuo jumped out of the incense barrier of the Japanese divine kingdom.

I haven't even taken a breath in the void.

Suddenly a huge white ball of light crashed over.

It’s as big as a basketball court.

There's an ambush?

Fang Zuo's pupils shrank sharply, and the dozens of meters of Ashura Mingwang's body, which had not yet been retracted, gathered strength. His giant arm, with swirling cloud patterns, punched the ball of light.