Chapter 374 Fang Zuo on the Street
Like Hojo Sakura, Miura Masami wore a long trench coat.
The difference is that one is black and the other is beige.
The windbreaker was open.
Inside is a long floral skirt.
Against the backdrop of floral patterns and black, the plump skin appears even whiter and more mature.
The two of them each took a bottle of beer from the 7-11 supermarket.
And then just walked out.
The two early cherry trees next to the supermarket have already bloomed.
The flowers are in full bloom.
The two of them stood opposite each other on the street and gazed at the cherry blossoms for a while without saying a word.
"They look just like the two cherry trees in front of our school dormitory." Miura Masami opened her beer and took a big sip. "I remember every March when the trees were in full bloom, you loved to stand under them and let me take pictures of you. Time flies!"
Hojo Sakura didn't respond.
He tilted his head back and took a big sip of beer.
Turn around and walk forward.
The two of them walked side by side on the streets of Tokyo.
"Why did you come to see me? Don't you have anything to do in the Supreme Court today?" said Hojo Sakurana.
The tone was a little cold.
"Is it strange that I came to see you? I came to congratulate you on the arrest of Taro Aso. This is a big case and will be of great help to your promotion to Attorney General and your replacement for Hiromu Kurokawa."
Miura Masami's originally happy expression slowly faded due to Hojo Sakurana's cold attitude.
"Thank you very much. Thank you for giving me this news." Hojo Sakura took another big sip of beer and continued walking forward.
"Do you have to talk to me like this? Sakura, ever since the case of Governor Miura ended, you have been treating me coldly. Did I offend you in some way?" Miura Masami followed quickly and said:
"Are you blaming me? Yes. It was me who dragged you down and made you abandon your so-called belief in justice."
"But have you ever thought about it? When I went to you to give false testimony, you refused me. And then everything else was decided by you."
"Also, it was you who asked me to block Hiromu Kurokawa's account, and it was you who asked me to forge a letter of accusation against Hiromu Kurokawa."
"You did all this yourself. Why do you seem like a different person after all this is done?"
"If you blame me for all this, I have nothing to say."
Hojo Sakura didn't say anything and finished the last sip of beer.
Squeeze the empty can firmly.
Walk to the small bridge over the waterway and stop.
Slowly sat down against the railing.
Looking at the cherry blossoms on both sides of the waterway.
Remain silent.
It took him a long time to speak.
"I don't blame anyone, Masami," Hojo Sakura whispered, "If there is any, it's my own fault."
"I am totally confused now. I couldn't sleep for several days. What is good? What is bad?"
“What is right and what is wrong”
“I can no longer tell the difference.”
"Is it right or wrong to bring a murderer to justice by means of perjury?"
“Sending your corrupt teacher to prison, is this right or wrong?”
"If it's true, why can't I feel any joy at all?"
"I can't recognize myself anymore, what kind of person I am."
Masami Miura put the beer aside and took off his black windbreaker and threw it aside.
He just sat next to Hojo Sakura without any hesitation.
Passersby saw two beautiful women sitting together so casually.
They all cast various surprised looks.
Miura Masami sighed and said, "Of course you are a good person, Sakura, I have known you for so many years and I know that you are a woman with an explosive sense of justice.
"At school, you were the one who stood up for the girls who were bullied by the aristocratic families."
"If it wasn't for the purpose of preventing more people from dying, you would definitely not have given false testimony. I know you too well."
"If I am really like what you said, then what about my teacher?" Hojo Sakura showed a self-deprecating look on her face:
"I have known for years that he was corrupt, but I never reported him."
"And now, the reason I reported him is just because I want to be in his position"
"Does this count as a good person? Does this count as an explosion of justice?"
"I am just being hypocritical."
"I am such a hypocritical person." Hojo Sakura's face turned pale.
"I don't know what you think. I don't think so much." Miura Masami smiled bitterly and said, "No one can fully empathize with another person. I only know that I am very happy now."
"I can't understand your pain, Sakura, maybe it's because I'm selfish."
She leaned against the telephone pole and murmured to herself.
"Since I was old enough to understand, I have been living under the high pressure of my father. I have always wanted to leave this family."
"Now, I just want to be happy. I don't care about other things."
"If only selfish people in this world have the right to enjoy happiness, then I would rather be a selfish person."
"I would rather be selfish forever."
With a 'thump' sound.
Hojo Sakura threw the can next to her into the ditch with force.
"It's great that you can recognize yourself. Let me continue to be hypocritical!"
Masami Miura turned her head in a daze and looked at Hojo Sakurana.
As far as I can remember, she would never do such a thing as littering.
"What? Do you want me to throw it for you?" Hojo Sakura glanced at Miura Masami.
"I'll do it myself." Masami Miura picked up the can and threw it into the ditch with force.
The two looked at the passers-by who looked down on them and smiled at each other.
Miura Masami put away her smile and then said, "I came to see you today for something else."
"I knew you had something for me to do. Tell me, what is it?" Hojo Sakura stood up and looked at the cherry blossoms on both sides of the waterway.
The can that he had thrown in was stuck to the one that Masami Miura had thrown in, and was floating straight down the waterway.
"You guessed wrong. I came here for your business, and you still give me this look." Miura Masami also stood up, patted the dust off her plump buttocks, causing a tremor.
"Okay, okay, it's my fault! Why, does your butt seem to have gotten bigger?" Hojo Sakura glanced and said mockingly.
"You've grown a lot bigger now, aren't you? You're laughing at me for taking advantage of you, but don't you know how loud you scream?" Miura Masami pouted her red lips and taunted, not caring that Hojo Sakura's face was red, she picked up the windbreaker on the ground and put it on:
"I got some new information. You have a competitor for the position of Attorney General. He may be parachuted into your Procuratorate in the next few days."
"Although your teacher Kurokawa Hiromu is also looking for forces to save him behind the scenes, he is old after all. Even if he is released, the position of Attorney General will definitely not be returned to him."
"So now these political forces seem to have compromised and have chosen a new candidate, who will soon be appointed by Prime Minister Shigeki Shigeki to join the Prosecutor's Office."
"I'm afraid his position won't be low after he's parachuted in. He should be a deputy minister like you."
"Who?" Hojo Sakura put away her smile.
I have done so much and sacrificed so much.
Now is the last step, we must not let anyone take away the fruits of victory.
"Nobuo Kishi." Miura Masami said, "Former Defense Minister and current Yamaguchi Prefecture councilor."
"Nobuo Kishi? Whose power does he belong to?" Hojo Sakura asked after reading the name.
"You don't even know her?"
Seeing Miura Masami looking at her in disbelief, Hojo Sakura blushed again: "I haven't paid much attention to politics, you know that."
"He is from the Abe family, the younger brother of former Prime Minister Abe, and the older brother of the beautiful congresswoman Abe Naisha." Miura Masami sighed, looked into the distance and said:
"This is a big force, Sakura. Don't blame me for telling the truth. I don't think highly of you. Even if you don't understand politics, you should know the power of the Abe family."
"Why doesn't his last name is Abe?" Hojo Sakura asked with a frown.
"Nobuo Kishi was adopted by his uncle Nobukazu Kishi in his early years. This is a very common thing in large families. To put it bluntly, it is also the interaction within the political families." Miura Masami pulled Hojo Sakurana with her little hand, and the two continued to walk forward: "Nobukazu Kishi is the son of former Prime Minister Nobusuke Kishi. Because Nobukazu Kishi had no children, the Abe family adopted Nobuo Abe to Nobukazu Kishi and changed his surname."
"The Abe family, through blood, marriage and adoption, has become the only family in Japan to have three prime ministers, firmly establishing itself as Japan's top political family."
"That is to say, you are facing the entire Abe family this time."
Hojo Sakura remained silent. Although the Hojo family was also a famous family, their most glorious period was when they were a vassal during the Warring States Period, and they owned the famous Odawara Castle and the Fuma Ninja Clan.
But now. "Don't worry too much, there is still a chance," Miura Masami said comfortingly, "The master will definitely help you."
"Didn't the master say he was going to North America for a while? How can you help me?" Hojo Sakurana was stunned.
"You underestimate the master too much." Miura Masami stopped and reached out to pat Hojo Sakurana's face: "Although the master didn't tell me, I can feel that there is a huge invisible force network behind the master."
"I thought I was going to die. I begged the master to save me, but the master just told me to go find Yingkong Kurumi and then a series of things started."
“You know the final result.”
"I suspect that the reason why you arrested Taro Aso this time was because of the master."
"It's just that the master doesn't bother to pay attention to these, but it is a huge help to us."
Hojo Sakura nodded thoughtfully.
"I'm not saying anything bad about you, but you should have faced up to your identity a long time ago. You never quite got into the role." Miura Masami said with a stern face, "Not everyone has this opportunity, and you always seem to be reluctant, but in the end you're crazier than anyone else. Your throat is sore..."
"Stop talking." Hojo Sakura quickly stretched out her hand to cover Miura Masami's red lips.
Biting her lower lip, she felt her body go limp as she thought of those times.
I was a little dazed for a moment.
"It doesn't matter if the master helps me or not, no matter who comes to take my place, I will fight him to the end." Hojo Sakura's little hand slowly left Miura Masami's red lips, and she gritted her teeth and said, "No matter what force it is."
And at this moment in a huge manor in northern Tokyo.
Abe Noja was wearing a gorgeous kimono and kneeling in the first seat with an expressionless face.
The Abe family holds an evaluation meeting every three months, and all members of the Abe family are present.
She still wore bright red lipstick.
For this family appraisal meeting, she wore her hair in a bun, which was a rare occurrence.
It looks like there is a sense of majesty that the Showa emperor dominates the world.
On both sides of her sat the elders and patriarchs of the family.
These people are scattered across various industries in Japan.
Some are in politics, some are in business, some are in agriculture, and some are in industry.
Each of them has occupied an important position in their respective industries with the help of the Abe family.
Then it will feed back to the Abe family.
This has been the business method used by Japanese noble families for hundreds of years.
At this time.
Two men, also wearing kimonos, walked into the hall.
After bowing to Abe Nozaki, they knelt in front of Abe Nozaki one after another.
"Brother, you don't have to be so polite." Abe Nojaku said with a smile: "Although you were adopted by your uncle, we are still blood relatives. This is a fact that no one can erase."
"I am not worshipping you, I am worshipping the head of the Abe family." Kishi Nobuo prostrated himself on the ground and said in a deep voice: "The hundreds of years of etiquette of the Abe family cannot be abolished."
After the ceremony, he stood up and knelt down properly.
"Whatever you want." Abe Noja nodded and looked at the young man next to him: "Chiyo, how is the county councillor doing?"
"Not bad, aunt. I ranked first in the recent polls." Kishi Nobuchiyo raised his head, followed his father's example, straightened his body, knelt down, and placed his hands on his thighs.
This aunt, who was only a few years older than him, gave him a sense of oppression that even his father had never given him.
"You've done a good job, keep it up!" Abe Noja nodded and turned his gaze to Kishi Nobuo: "Brother, this time our Abe family has discussed with those families and given up a lot of interests, so we got the position of Chief Prosecutor's Office."
"Although this is just a clerk's position, not as powerful as a cabinet minister, the actual power is not small."
"Once you are firmly in the position and I am elected Prime Minister, I will appoint you as Minister of Defense. Then you can give this position to Nobuchiyo Kishi."
"I understand, Patriarch." Kishi Nobuo nodded and said in a deep voice: "I will definitely take this important position for the Abe family."
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In the small world.
After Fang Zuo left the young man, he stood in a space similar to the underworld the next second.
Still in this small world.
But it is almost the same as the underworld in this world.
It seems that just as that person said, this small world he opened up is different from other small worlds.
It is a reflection of the pure self-centered world.
All the cycles of the way of heaven are the same as in the previous original world.
“I wonder which great man came here to ask for forgiveness for my negligence.” Upon seeing this, the King of Hell in front of the hall quickly stopped the trial, walked down the stage and prostrated himself on the ground.
He dared not move, as he could feel the terrifying aura of this big shot.
Other judges, ghost officials and the like were almost frightened to death by this aura.
Fang Zuo didn't say anything. He closed his eyes and felt the rules of this small world.
If this King Yama's true realm were placed back in his original world, it would be at most the late stage of Qi Refining.
But here the capabilities amplify rapidly.
The gods of one side control the death plane of this small world.
If the world is a huge engine.
This little world is like a mini engine.
All the necessary parts are included and they can perform the work in the same precise and cyclical manner.
Exactly.
Just a light punch from myself would smash it into pieces.
However, these souls are extremely real and are exactly the same as those in the original world.
After the three religions jointly established the Heavenly Palace.
Set the rules.
After a person dies, the three souls each have their own destination.
The celestial soul goes to heaven, the earthly soul goes to the underworld, and the human soul remains in the human world.
After the heaven and hell of this world disappeared.
Just as that Yangshen Dixian said.
The three souls of all people entered a new cycle.
And now the souls of these heroes and beauties have arrived in this small world.
I'm afraid that the earth immortal has some collecting hobby and brought one of the three souls of these souls here.
The King of Hell of this small world looked at Fang Zuo standing still, feeling a little frightened, and crawled lower than before.
It seemed as if his soul would be torn to pieces if this young man had the slightest thought.
Fang Zuo opened his eyes and returned to his body the next second.
After taking a look at this small world, he left after leaving his soul imprint.
Then break through the void.
Disappeared.
A moment back in Los Angeles.
He felt that the suppression of the way of heaven was becoming more and more severe.
He instantly fell back to the Jindan realm.
There was a vague intention to exclude him.
Fang Zuo knew that this was the consequence of his improved realm.
The beaches in the wealthy areas of Los Angeles have now been burned into a mess.
Few surviving houses can be found.
There were only a few lonely police cars and fire trucks here.
Fang Zuo closed his eyes slightly and sensed his surroundings, but did not find any trace of Chiba Iori.
What surprised him was that he couldn't even sense Momoki Kanonai's location.
She has her own red string on her hand.
At first I could still sense that she was heading in the direction of New York.
Fang Zuo frowned, this was not a simple matter.
With Momoki Kanonai's current strength and her identity as a Protestant saint, there are not many things that can harm her in North America.
He took out his cell phone and looked at it.
The instant signal connectivity carries a lot more information.
Most of them were sent by women like Shiraishi Nagihiru and Sakurazora Kurumi.
Sharing the trivialities of life and things encountered at work.
Shiraishi Nagimitsu sent a selfie of herself standing in the parliament.
A red lip and a triumphant expression represent her joy.
Sakura Kurumi stood in front of a huge nuclear power plant.
Behind her is another beauty, Feng Dielian.
Feng Dielian's eyes flickered and she dodged and hid, as if she wanted to leave Yingkong Kurumi's selfie camera, but she also didn't want to leave.
Among them was a message from Momoki Kanonai.
That was the time before I was absorbed into the space.
The little guy said he was very happy to see me in Los Angeles and wanted to come over to find me.
Looking for me?
Fang Zuo was stunned.
Since this little guy wanted to come find me, he should have arrived long ago after so many days.
It is even more impossible that he couldn't sense her because of the distance.
It seems that something really happened.
It's a bit difficult.
I forgot to add the contact information of that woman Chiba Iori. Now that she is not around, Los Angeles feels a little blind.
Fang Zuo thought for a moment and walked towards the direction of the underground transaction between the psychic and the Rift Corridor.
Find that local evil cultivator and get his official ID first.
And I don’t have any US dollars on me.
The black card was returned to the woman Chiba Iori.
It seems that I can only take a pirate car.
Fang looked around.
Abandoned this plan.
The place was burned to pieces, there was no one in sight, let alone a car.
Fang Zuo consumed some spiritual energy and took a big leap, walking out of this wealthy beach area in Los Angeles.
Come to the outskirts of this area.
I saw that densely packed police had already blocked off the area.
Thousands of people gathered to get in.
But they were all stopped outside the blockade.
"Why don't you let us in? That's our home!"
"Yeah, our own home was burned down like this, can't we even clean it up ourselves?"
"What a bunch of villains, we need to go home!!"
"Go home!!! We want to go home!!!"
Fang Zuo squeezed out of the crowd that was shouting slogans angrily.
Recall the direction.
It seems that the closest one is the InterContinental Hotel in Los Angeles.
The place where that Samsung woman, Li Zhenxin, was.
Not long after.
Finally I stopped a passing taxi.
"InterContinental Hotel Los Angeles." Fang Zuo said.
Soon the taxi passed the highway and entered the financial district of Los Angeles.
Arrived at the InterContinental Los Angeles.
"300 dollars, sir," said the white driver.
"How much?" Fang Zuo was stunned.
Although I don’t pay much attention to things related to people’s livelihood.
But charging myself 300 dollars for a distance of only 20 kilometers is ridiculous.
Overcharging customers with meter-adjusted taxis? "Sir, you have to add a 20% tip even at this late hour." The driver seemed to see Fang Zuo's surprise and said impatiently.
Fang Zuo glanced at the driver.
Forget it, I’ll consider the fare as buying your life.
The person disappeared in an instant.
The driver was so scared that he almost took off the steering wheel.
Fang Zuo appeared in the private gym of the InterContinental Hotel.
I saw a woman wearing pink gym pants and a white vest exercising her hip strength.
Every time he kicked his legs, his buttocks were tensed tightly.
When you relax, you can feel the fat vibrating.
Sure enough, this little Samsung princess is indeed self-disciplined in fitness.
She twisted her slender waist and stood up.
The two buttocks bounced again.
Although not as good as Sakura Kurumi, the lines created by human effort still have some powerful beauty.
Watching her stand up, she started to train her arm strength again.
Fang Zuo coughed.
(End of this chapter)
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