Chapter 330: The Darkening of a Beautiful Woman
Inside the Tokyo Supreme Court.
"Objection." Hojo Sakura stood up. "I object to the defendant's defense lawyer making a misleading conclusion. Even if the opposing witness, Dr. Finn Nelson, provided a possible new fertilizer, it cannot offset the other possibility that these are indeed human tissues."
"At the same time, I disagree with the identification of this biological doctor. I applied to the court to ask a third-party biological agency to carefully examine and identify this biological substrate."
"The objection is valid." Miura Masami slammed the gavel solemnly: "This erroneous conclusion of the defense lawyer will not be recorded. Please exclude it for reference by the jury."
"We agree to the prosecution's application." She paused and continued, "The court will select a third-party agency with high biological qualifications to intervene in this case for further identification."
Hojo Sakura and Miura Masami looked at each other.
Although Hojo Sakurai has been protecting the witness in a safe house to prevent contact with the outside world.
But this famous lawyer from America bribed the Miura family's butler 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 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 level of science and technology, there were only a few companies that could make effective appraisals.
It is likely that the results will be similar to what we have now.
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 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 the testimonies of you, Deputy Maple Butterfly Love, and Director Yingkong Kurumi." Erin Hayes picked up the three documents, looked around, and raised her head: "It only records that my client said, 'Do you think the only people lying in the backyard are pets?' and 'I will cut you up neatly and bury you in the backyard.'"
"I would like to ask Deputy Feng Dielian, have the police found the bodies of those pets at the burial site?"
"No!" Feng Dielian said.
"Very good, that is to say, my client did not explicitly say that he killed someone and buried him in the backyard. He only stated that there were not only pets in the backyard, but also threats against Masami Miura. This is easy to handle." Irene Hayes continued to look at Masami Miura: "Excuse me, Your Excellency, how big is the backyard of the Miura family?"
"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." Irene Hayes took out a document and handed it to the clerk. Then she picked up another one and held it in her hand to show everyone: "Everyone, this is the deed of the Miura family. 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 clearly 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?"
"I haven't said any of these. 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 memory 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 we all know, the Miura family is a century-old judicial family in Japan. The ancestors of the Miura family participated in the drafting of the Japanese Constitution and made great contributions to the Japanese judicial community."
"The entire family has not had any evidence of committing any crime in the past hundred years, and has provided batch after batch of talents for the Japanese judicial system."
"My client, Governor Miura, is an outstanding university professor and doctoral supervisor, and his students are now all over the Japanese judicial community."
"It's normal for him to lose his mind because he was too sad about the death of his beloved father. How can you identify him as the murderer based on his two angry threats?"
"How can we hastily send such a respected person to death when there are so many doubts? Therefore, I ask the judge and jury to acquit my client."
The whole court was filled with a noisy whisper.
Many people in the judicial community are shaking their heads.
Even the jury was whispering.
"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 over. The date for the next trial and the verdict will be announced soon."
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 Miura Masami. 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 and passed by Hojo Sakura's prosecution seat. He 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 where the parents of the four families cried and fainted at the scene when they were 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 could a top student from a judicial family, and a judicial teacher, do such a cruel thing? Hojo Sakura silently packed up the documents and notebooks, stood up and walked to the courtroom. "There are far more than four."
Governor Miura's words kept lingering in her mind.
Did he kill more than just these four girls? Or would he continue to kill more girls after he was 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 calm.
The little hands with manicured nails hold the cotton pad and gently press the face.
Bright red lip gloss
Beneath the curved 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 was no sign of frustration or worry, and he seemed to not care about what happened in the court just now.
"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: "I have experienced too much in these short days."
"I just know 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: "It's not to help you, but to help 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 and there will be a way."
“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.
A roar was heard.
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 Police Department 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 our Security Department using some illegal means?"
"Now, you know that sometimes the law doesn't work."
Hojo Sakura remained silent.
Feng Dielian didn't say anything more and put his helmet back on: "Such a brutal murderer can escape the punishment of the law, hehe"
Feng Dielian stepped on the accelerator, leaned down, and pressed the graceful curves of her buttocks and back tightly against the motorcycle.
The engine roared.
Walk away.
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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.
I looked at the driver in front and cast a soundproofing spell.
"Hello~~! Humph, I knew you would call me back." Yingkong Kurumi's voice came from the other end of the phone, accompanied by the sound of whistling 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 self-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?"
“I have.”
"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 if he got any closer to you, he would be dead." Fang Zuo said.
"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?"
"Hey, who are these two people you are talking about?" Fang Zuo coughed and quickly used his man's instinct to play dumb.
I act like I don't know what you are saying.
"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 guy, remember the first time you hugged 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 would be the first time I take you with me. What were you thinking about?" Sakura 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 engine roars came from Yingkong Kurumi's side, representing her coquettishness.
"Okay, this is the first time, this is the first time for me to sit behind you and hug your waist."
"Yes, you know, I seldom ride a motorcycle now. Because every time I ride a motorcycle, I feel like something is missing from my waist." Yingkong Kurumi shouted: "Is it true that people are always greedy, and once they get something, they want to have 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 go find you."
"No." Yingkong 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!"
"We are in tune with each other."
"Yes, the heart has a soul."
"xi" Fang Zuo said again.
"hi~~"
Whatever.
"Fang Zuo!!" Yingkong Kurumi shouted excitedly into the microphone, accompanied by a louder engine sound and a more rapid sound of wind.
Just like her mood at the moment: "When I get old, will you still sit in my back seat and put your arms around my waist?"
"Yes." Fang Zuo said, "You must still wear a leather jacket."
"Hahaha, I'm just afraid that by then 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~~?"
"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.
"I'm here, I'm hanging up." said Sakura Kurumi on the other end of the phone.
Sakura Kurumi was still blowing her a kiss goodbye when a busy tone came from her headphones.
"Hmph, man!!! Hanging up so quickly, 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 smiled and acted coquettishly: "Why haven't you left yet?"
"I'll accompany you for a while."
"Mmmmm, Fang Zuo is the best, the best in the world!" Yingkong Kurumi's face was full of joy, and she blew kisses repeatedly as she walked into the community.
A hand blocked it.
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." Sakura 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 Kurumi 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." Sakura Kurumi said, "All 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.
Ring the doorbell.
After waiting for a while, there was no movement inside.
Isn't it in the apartment?
It's impossible?
Yingkong Kurumi took out two hairpins familiarly and randomly flipped the door lock twice.
Click.
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?" Yingsong Kurumi wrinkled her nose.
Only in front of your man, you are your true self.
Sakura Kurumi opened the door and walked in.
A tiny apartment.
All the curtains were drawn and the living room was dark.
Only the TV was still playing some inexplicable scenes.
Sakura 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 human-shaped target in front of her accurately in the head.
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)
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