Chapter 331 Shiraishi Nagiko and Abi Nojaku, the Strange Beauty Doctor
Furukawa Miu widened her beautiful eyes and turned to look at Sakura Kurumi with an extremely cold look.
No bra.
Not only does the black chiffon vest vaguely reveal her smooth skin.
You can easily see everything inside from the arms.
She was only wearing a small pair of triangle sports briefs. The narrow fabric fit tightly to her area.
She was kneeling and bending, with her two plump and elastic legs exposed.
I don't know why, but tiny beads of sweat appeared on my skin.
The whole room was filled with her feminine body odor.
Charming fragrance.
Looking at Yingkong Kurumi, she didn't say anything.
It's as if time has frozen.
Sakura Kurumi's first reaction was to cover her man's eyes.
Don't let him see the woman in front of him clearly.
Then I realized I couldn’t cover it up.
She pouted her lips.
It’s a good deal for my man.
Only then did I realize that Dr. Furukawa Miu was a little unfamiliar.
First, skin color.
Miu Furukawa's original skin color is extremely fair.
But now it reveals a healthy and wild honey color.
The second thing was the look in his eyes. He seemed to be staring at me as if he didn't know me at all.
The two of them have had a lot of dealings with each other. Although they are not good friends, they are familiar with each other.
"Isn't this the female doctor from the underground laboratory?" Fang Zuo's voice echoed in her mind: "I saw her again one night. She killed a lot of Shinto priests and seemed to have no idea what she was doing."
"She killed him?" Yingkong Kurumi responded: "She is a psychic?"
“Not only that, but the level is not low.” Fang Zuo said.
Sakura Kurumi thought about the previous shrine casualties in which many ordinary priests died.
According to the usual methods of that abnormal and powerful psychic, he simply disdains to attack ordinary priests.
I felt a little strange at that time.
"Who are you?" Dr. Furukawa Miu asked coldly, "Why did you break into my home?"
Sakura Kurumi hasn't spoken yet.
Furukawa Miu raised her hand, and the space where her hand was located distorted the already dim light in the room.
Instantly, the particles in her body gushed out.
But just as the first bat was formed, Furukawa Miu let out a soft moan, her body softened, and she fell back onto the carpet.
"There's something very strange inside her body. There's the energy of creation inside her body, although it's very thin." Fang Zuo said puzzledly.
"What is that thing?" Sakura Kurumi slowly approached Furukawa Miu.
"According to Taoist scriptures, this is something that only those at the Yang God level can master, but this person hasn't even refined his Qi." Fang Zuo said, "This is a method that is completely detached from the spiritual energy cultivation system and religious incense methods."
Fang Zuo said this while seeming to be thinking about something.
With his own abilities, he can utilize the five elements of spiritual energy to transform and capture the five elements particles in the void.
If the Yang God becomes powerful, he can create his own small world of five elements spiritual energy just like those powerful beings who have left.
This small world has its own world composed of yin and yang and the five elements.
It’s just that the spiritual energy particles are too thin now.
Today's religions use incense and fire to create a small world, and all the creations in it are made up of incense and fire.
The last time I saw it in Japan's underground laboratory, I saw a kind of microparticles used to activate crystals to create living things.
This Dr. Furukawa seems to be different. She seems to be able to directly control a kind of strange particles and create things directly.
"I don't understand what you are saying." Sakura Kurumi squatted down and sniffed Furukawa Miu's breath.
Suddenly a pair of beautiful eyes opened sharply.
The honey color on Dr. Furukawa Miu's skin quickly faded, returning to its plump and fair color.
"Professor Sakura Sora Kurumi?" Dr. Furukawa Miu stood up quickly.
She looked down and saw that her small piece of cloth was pulled to the side. Her face turned red. Fortunately, the other person was a woman.
After quickly tidying up, he asked coldly, "Why are you in my house? Can you do whatever you want as a police officer? If you don't give me a reasonable explanation, I will personally file a complaint with the Cabinet and Congress."
"I think you should explain it to me first." Sakura Kurumi looked at Furukawa Miu with a smile: "Why did you kill those priests? Also, why are you a psychic but not registered?"
Furukawa Miu looked at Sakura Kurumi expressionlessly: "I don't know what you are talking about, Sakura Kurumi, if you want to use this to cover up your act of trespassing, it's a bit too far-fetched."
"Don't pretend. Do you know that you did it again before you fainted, and killed several Shinto priests?" Yingkong Kurumi sneered, "Otherwise, how could I track you down?"
"Ah?" Furukawa Miu was shocked. Has she been unconscious for so long again?
Out of habit, he looked towards the recorder on the table next to him, then he was startled and immediately looked away.
But it's too late.
Sakura Kurumi decisively stepped forward to the table and grabbed the recorder.
"What are you doing? Sakura Kurumi!!!" Furukawa Miu wanted to snatch it back but was a step too late. The high-speed memory card had already been pulled out.
[Boundary: Night Cherry Blossoms]
Her struggle was instantly controlled by Sakura Kurumi's barrier.
"Why don't you know how to be honest? You're so naughty!" Yingsora Kurumi glanced at her and inserted the memory card into the player next to her.
The footage recorded over the years began to play out.
Inside TV Tokyo.
"Thank you to Congressman Abe and Congressman Shiraishi for coming, and thank you to Mrs. Ryukawa Mia and Mr. Takahashi Sanae for coming." As the host Keiko Minamikawa spoke, the interview program ended smoothly.
The popularity of Shiraishi Nagimitsu and Abi Noja has always been high, and Minamikawa Keiko has been free recently to host the show as a guest, so the online live show has already been booked by many viewers.
And at this moment.
Takigawa Asami's comeback has made this live broadcast program more watched than ever by the Japanese people.
The attention and traffic even reached the highest level in recent years.
Some people may not like politics, but absolutely no one can resist four extremely beautiful women sitting together and chatting.
Every gesture exudes personal charm
Four women with completely different styles sat together.
Even not speaking is enough.
What's more, it will spark huge topics.
The only man present was Sanae Takahashi from the extreme right-wing organization, and almost no one paid any attention to him.
His presence in the whole venue was not even as powerful as a microphone.
Even in normal live broadcasts, the number of barrages about him is 0.
This made the extreme right-winger Sanae Takahashi leave angrily as soon as it was over.
No one tried to stop me.
"I just got the news that Trump released the video of the killing of Kennedy." Abe Naque took out his phone and looked at the latest news: "As expected."
"Although these are facts known to everyone, the president's intentions are not small."
"Catholics only accounted for 1% of the population after the independence of the United States. By 1920, Catholics accounted for more than 30% of the American population, reaching 33.6 million people. This is why the Catholic President Kennedy appeared." Shiraishi Nagiko said lightly: "America's seemingly peaceful religious history is actually just a cover-up by the government."
"Later, as the number of Catholics increased, there was even a US president among the believers, which made Protestants, which accounted for 70 percent of the population, uneasy."
"A few years ago, there were only 20% Catholics, but with the support of the Vatican, they elected a Catholic president and even drove Trump out."
"It is normal that the EU will also be reaped."
"As expected, the Pope from the Vatican will at most condemn Trump for something he did." Abe Naque took over the conversation and said, "And the president has already cut off Green Island with his first blow. No country in the so-called EU has spoken up for Denmark. It's ridiculous!"
"Aren't allies meant to be betrayed? This is something that those white people are used to." Shiraishi Nagiko said with a smile: "Except for our next-door neighbor, other countries on this planet have been afraid of America for too long."
"In the beginning, he wanted to be part of Europe. Several generations of leaders in the East were willing to disintegrate their own countries just to integrate into the EU."
"But they should have understood by now that, despite the same skin color and despite the fact that the Orthodox Church also originated from Judaism."
"But to the self-proclaimed aristocrats of the European Union, these guys from the east are nothing more than a bunch of barbaric Maos from the so-called fighting nation."
"Do you admire our next-door neighbor so much?" Abe Nosuke said with a frown.
"Of course, if a country can dominate for a hundred years it is accidental, if it can dominate for two hundred years it is destiny, but if it can dominate for thousands of years it cannot simply be called a country."
"They are a nation and a culture, and a temporary weakness is just a sneeze or a cold to them."
At this time, there was warm applause from the side.
Abe and Shiraishi looked over at the same time.
All the reporters were still surrounding Takigawa Asami and pressing the shutter button.
"It seems that she is more popular than us today." Abe Noja said with his arms folded across his chest.
"Of course, to us, she is a newcomer, a political newcomer who was once a big star." Shiraishi Nagimitsu smiled slightly.
"So the current social structure has really changed. Traffic is the most important thing in any industry." Abe Nosuke frowned, "This is even more true in the political circle. The guys in Congress are now performing more and more exaggeratedly."
"This is a trend, a trend around the world." Shiraishi Nagiko sighed: "You may not understand politics, and you may not understand how to govern, but you must understand exposure and how to earn traffic. Otherwise, even if Tokugawa Ieyasu is still alive, it will be in vain."
Takigawa Asami was surrounded by reporters and fans and was smiling brightly.
The initial worries had long since vanished. As the program progressed, the star factor in her became unusually active, and she was like a duck in water throughout the entire show.
Whenever he doesn't know the answer to a question, he just goes around in circles and speaks ambiguous words.
She never dreamed that politics was so simple.
It's exactly like filming a movie.
At this moment, Shinjiro Koizumi, who was still sitting in the Koizumi family villa, finally put his uneasy heart at ease.
He looked proudly at the elders who had rushed to his home.
"Are you all relieved now? There's nothing wrong with my method, right?"
These family elders heard from the driver that Shinjiro Koizumi, the candidate for prime minister of the Koizumi family, did not attend such an important program.
They were frightened and rushed here.
The sudden death of the head of the family, Junichiro Koizumi, left them all at a loss.
But they knew that as the political hope of this generation of the Koizumi family, Shinjiro Koizumi must not make any more mistakes.
"Right now, Takigawa Masami's comeback has become a hot topic, and it has even attracted more attention than if I went there myself." Koizumi Shinjiro burped and said excitedly, "I will tell my friends in the media to quickly release some photos of Masami and I, so that the attention can be kept on me."
The elders looked at each other and nodded: "No matter what, the hope of the Koizumi family lies in you. I know that the death of the head of the family has hit you hard, but you must cheer up and take over the burden of the Koizumi family."
Koizumi Shinjiro nodded: "Everyone, I understand."
He turned his head and continued to watch the live broadcast on TV. His wife was taking pictures and dealing with reporters with ease.
He was extremely proud.
Unexpectedly.
I just came up with this idea out of laziness.
It seems.
It's time to let Yamei share more of my responsibilities.
Like presidents of many countries, their wives are their best political helpers.
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Yingsora Kurumi became more and more frightened as she watched the scenes on TV.
It's not just about seeing the death of the priest.
Such a long event.
With her agility, Miu Furukawa quickly ran on various buildings.
That magical ability of emulation.
And various ruthless and cold-blooded clips.
Sakura Kurumi saw a lot of things from the first-person perspective of Furukawa Miu.
Various experiments that I don’t understand.
All kinds of mumbling in a daze.
The more you look at it, the weirder it gets.
Sakura Kurumi glanced at Furukawa Miu who was bound by her own barrier, walked forward and came to the bedside table.
Open the drawer.
Several electrical appliances on the first floor.
The second layer took out a notebook.
This is the thing that appears most in the video.
Miu Furukawa always writes something on it.
Sakura Kurumi opened the slightly yellowed notebook.
It is densely recorded with words written by Miu Furukawa.
[When technology can transform genes, create consciousness and transform the planet, humans have not even figured out what their own consciousness is. So, can we be intelligent creatures? ]
[When my particles passed through Computer Fugaku, I could keenly sense that there were negligible abnormal fluctuations when the most powerful computer algorithm in Japan was generated.]
[Is this fluctuation a bug? Or is it a sign that the data is becoming conscious?]
[According to its instructions, I have mastered some of the new human evolution methods, but is this the correct evolution method for humans? ]
[It's ridiculous. The ridiculous thing about the creatures on this planet is that they know the ice cream is about to melt but still lick it slowly, and they know that life is very short but still reproduce.]
The entire notebook is filled with strange sentences and various incomprehensible formulas.
Yingkong Kurumi contacted Fang Zuo briefly.
"Don't ask me, this is the only thing your man doesn't understand." Fang Zuo said, "There is a guy who knows, I can go ask him."
"Don't we have the best person to ask?" Yingkong Kurumi said, "No need to bother."
She walked to her small barrier and waved her hand to close it.
Miu Furukawa slumped on the ground, her face pale.
"Come on, my great scientist Dr. Furukawa Miu, are you going to confess your crimes first? Or explain to me what these messes are." Sakura Kurumi squatted down and patted Furukawa Miu's face with her little hand:
"Don't force me to strip you naked. Since you often 'supervise' the work of our Security Department, you should know my methods."
"There are torture instruments that you are familiar with next to it."
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Masami Miura came to the old villa where she had lived for decades.
Because of such a big incident, she moved out a long time ago and has been living in an apartment outside.
Now there are only a few brave servants guarding the old house.
Masami Miura walked slowly in the familiar villa.
Walking across the floor where his father fell to his death.
Enter the living room.
He came to Governor Miura's room and searched through all of his brother's belongings.
I want to find some clues of evidence.
pity.
The police have already turned this place upside down.
No matter how Masami Miura searched and read.
But there was nothing worth noting.
'Woof woof woof.'
The barking of a few dogs nearby caught Miura Masami's attention.
This dog is Governor Miura's favorite puppy.
Its name is ramen.
It's a Shiba Inu.
She is very cute and very obedient.
Whenever Governor Miura comes back, it is the first to rush out to greet its master.
In the history of his younger brother keeping pets since he was a child, he has dozens of pets of various types.
There are both legal and illegal ones.
but.
He tortured them to death and buried them in the backyard.
Only the little dog named Ramen lived by his side for many years.
Masami Miura stared at the Shiba Inu blankly.
Suddenly I thought of what I should do.
She pushed her glasses up on her face.
Take a deep breath.
He walked towards the ramen with an expressionless face.
Then he grabbed it with one hand.
This Shiba Inu named Ramen recognized the smell of Masami Miura.
He allowed her to catch him meekly.
Keep wagging the tail.
Even though his throat was strangled, he still touched Miura Masami's hand with his head.
I want to touch it with my own scent.
(End of this chapter)
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