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She snuggled in Fang Zuo's arms, her body shaking with laughter.

Chiba Iori looked at the man staring at him and waved his hand nonchalantly: "Oh, don't worry, what belongs to Kurumi is mine... We used to share everything..."

Yingkong Kurumi grabbed Fang Zuo's shirt with her small hands and shook her head pleadingly at Fang Zuo.

Seeing Fang Zuo looking at Furukawa Miu again and not caring about it, he finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"Tell me, how did you get this ability to create..." Fang Zuo was too lazy to argue with this charming and beautiful woman who seemed to have a mental problem.

He asked Furukawa Miu, who was still kneeling on the ground, "Or rather, do you know what this ability of yours is?"

Furukawa Miu looked at Fang Zuo and Yingkong Kurumi, her mind still in shock: "Who are you? Why are you..."

"Answer my question." Fang Zuo frowned. "I'm only warning you once. I have no patience. Do you know what this ability of yours is?"

"Of course I know." Furukawa Miu shook her head. "But how can this be considered a creation... This kind of microscopic creature doesn't have its own consciousness. At best, it's just a genetic copy with a fixed arrangement of carbon-based particles."

Fang Zuo nodded. What he said was true. This kind of thing really lacked soul.

but.

Isn't this how it should be?

What if there is a soul?

It is already very exaggerated that an ordinary human being can do this even without practicing.

If it was a thing with a soul, that method would be unheard of.

"How did you do all this?" Fang Zuo asked.

"It's simple. A portion of my pineal gland has been crystallized, and my prefrontal cortex has generated a quantum bit blueprint. Carbon-based nanoparticles are emitted as my brain's theta waves resonate. The Orch-OR in my brain's microtubules, through quantum entanglement, then genetically prints the carbon-based nanoparticles." Furukawa Miu replied, "I can quickly construct this bat creature, but it will have no consciousness and requires my control."

Fang Zuo:............

Can't understand......

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Hojo Sakura came out of the shooting range and no one knew how many shots she had fired.

My arms were even shaking a little.

But I still felt anxious and irritated, so I went to the gym to work out for a while to burn off some of my energy, and the irritability in my heart subsided a little.

But the gentle yet ferocious smile of Governor Miura kept appearing in his mind.

This damn guy.

Hojo Sakura drove back to her apartment in her fitness clothes.

After coming out of the elevator.

From afar, I saw a woman standing blankly at the door of her house, with her back to the door, looking at the scenery outside the window.

"Masami?" Hojo Sakura shouted in surprise, "Didn't you go back? Why are you here?"

Miura Masami turned around when she heard the call: "Well, I came to see you about something."

"Come in." Hojo Sakura waved, took out the key, opened the door and walked in.

After inviting Masami Miura to sit down.

She poured a cup of coffee from the coffee machine and handed it to Masami Miura who was sitting on the sofa.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" Hojo Sakura said as she sat on the sofa on the other side. "I know you, and you know me, so there's no need to beat around the bush... Just say it directly."

Miura Masami nodded silently.

The little hand pushed the gold-rimmed glasses.

Her bright red lips parted slightly as she exhaled.

Then he decisively turned around and opened the briefcase.

Take out some glassware from inside.

Place them one by one on the coffee table.

Hojo Sakura frowned as she looked at the pile of glassware in front of her: "What are these?"

She bent down and picked them up one by one to look at them.

The more I looked at it, the more the expression on his face changed dramatically.

Suspicious, surprised, astonished, worried.

Various expressions are intricately intertwined.

As a prosecutor who has handled so many criminal cases, of course I know what these are at a glance.

Different glassware contains different things.

Canine teeth.

paw.

blood.

Hair.

fabric.

"What are you doing?" Hojo Sakura slowly put the glassware back and looked at Miura Masami with a serious face: "What do you want to do? Masami!!"

"This is Governor Miura's beloved dog, and these things are from his body," Miura Masami said expressionlessly. "Those fragments of clothing are Governor Miura's underwear. They've all been washed, and I don't know if there's any human tissue left. I don't know if they're still useful."

"I think...if there are canine tooth marks on the girl's severed limbs, or if there are other items left among the evidence at the scene, then if we conduct another forensic examination, these new discoveries should serve as the most important evidence."

"Even if the opposing lawyers argue so much, it will be hard to convince the jury and the public, don't you think? Sakura..."

There was no expression of surprise on Hojo Sakura's face.

She didn't say anything, just looked at Miura Masami quietly.

When she saw those glassware, she guessed what Masami Miura was going to do.

Just waiting for her to say it herself.

"Sakura, he's a perverted murderer. Only four dismembered girls were found, but that doesn't mean there are only four. God knows how many more victims there are. Moreover, if we let him go, even more people will be killed." Miura Masami's face, which had remained unchanged since the end of the trial, finally showed a pleading expression:

"I know you wouldn't do something that goes against your principles for me, but what about your sense of justice? For the sake of those innocent girls, shouldn't Governor Miura receive the punishment he deserves?"

"Sakura, what did you say to me when we were studying law?"

"You said you would become a prosecutor and seek justice for the people of Japan."

"But what now?"

“Where is the justice?”

"We can only watch helplessly as a psychopathic murderer escapes justice..."

"Is this what you want to see, Sakura? Answer me..."

Hojo Sakura still didn't say anything, just looked at Miura Masami quietly.

Listening to Miura Masami's almost pleading tone, her face remained unchanged.

"You'll do it, won't you?" Miura Masami said. "For those innocent girls who were killed, you'll do it, won't you?"

Chapter 333: The Satisfaction of the Beautiful Doctor, Shiraishi Nagi's Choice

Hojo Sakura looked at Miura Masami expressionlessly.

Never said a word.

Masami Miura was feeling anxious.

at last.

Hojo Sakura shook her head.

"I refuse..." she said lightly.

Masami Miura's heart sank sharply and her whole body felt cold.

"Why? Sakura, what about the justice you seek? Have you forgotten what you said?"

"No reason, I refused, that's all." Hojo Sakura's tone was very cold.

Masami Miura even forgot how he walked out of Hojo Sakurana's apartment.

She walked down the street with lifeless eyes.

Hojo Sakura's expression of rejection kept replaying in my head.

How to do?

What should I do.

The status, honor, and value that you have worked so hard to obtain will all become nothing.

Is my life going to collapse like this?

Master, can you save me?

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There was silence in the apartment.

The three people except Furukawa Miu remained silent.

I don't understand what this beautiful doctor is saying.

cough...

Fang Zuo coughed lightly, trying to make his voice sound calm and composed, with a certain air of understanding. "Is that all? Just rely on visualization? Is there anything else I need to pay attention to?"

He didn't know whether he could rely on visualization alone, so he could only use his own experience as a cultivator to ask questions.

"Of course we have to pay attention to a lot of things," said Miu Furukawa.

Fang Zuo nodded.

I know it's not that simple.

"Visualization? What is visualization? Things to keep in mind, for example, are the need to follow the formula λdB>n–1/3. Broadly speaking, the wavelength of matter waves must be greater than the distance between particles. This is fundamental, and you must pay attention to this, otherwise you won't succeed."

Miu Furukawa talked about this power tool completely forgetting her own embarrassment.

The little face was serious.

It seems as if these are their sacred and inviolable areas.

"What do you mean by visualization? Is it a religious term? I think it's very appropriate... visualization... visualization..." Furukawa Miu repeated, got up, and naturally took the yellowed notebook from Sakura Kurumi's hand, then picked up a pen and wrote something...

While writing, he muttered to himself:

"The religious term 'visualization' is amazing and very appropriate. I was surprised that it could explain the neural representation reconstruction, the generation of adversarial neural networks, and the rendering prediction of coding optimization in just two bytes."

After completing the record, Furukawa Miu nodded with satisfaction.

The other three people were silenced again.

If you can understand what Dr. Miu Furukawa said before.

That formula just now is simply a mystery...

I suffered from the lack of education.

Fang Zuo walked forward.

He put his hand on the top of Furukawa Miu's head.

Understand in the way you are most familiar with.

"What are you doing?" Furukawa Miu nervously hugged her braless curves with her arms.

Things that are not bound jump very lively.

"Shut up and close your eyes." Fang Zuo shouted.

Miu Furukawa quickly closed her eyes obediently.