Urban Immortality: I Raised a Female Prime Minister in Tokyo

Chapter 281 Miura Masami's Pain

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 this is 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 could it be possible that Governor Miura, how could he do such a thing?" Masami Miura 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... how come I don't know anything about this?" 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 series of remarks shattered all her thoughts like a bomb.
"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. We're even. And that..."

A hint of ferocity crossed the gentle face of Miura. "That one was just an accident. Who knew she'd fall in love with me, get pregnant with my child, and refuse to abort it? She's even using this to threaten me. What a childish creature!"

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.

The ball of light was suddenly smashed apart and turned into a dazzling white light net that spread over Fang Zuo's body.

Fang Zuo suddenly felt a burning sensation in his muscles, and even his soul became numb and unresponsive.

"Who are you? You're not from the Zertos tribe!!" A ball of blue flame, over ten meters in size, flickered and emitted spiritual fluctuations: "Why did you come out from here?"

What is this?
Fang Zuo stared coldly at the blue flame, then looked back at the fluctuations of the incense barrier of the Kingdom of God.

Without any spiritual energy replenishment, his body and soul were extremely exhausted after repeated exertions.

After thinking for a moment, he ignored this thing he had never seen before, turned around and broke through the void to leave.

He had just disappeared when three huge figures shimmering with golden light chased out from the incense barrier of the kingdom of God.

"It's you!!! Are you going to start a war against the Heavenly Kingdom too?" Ame no Michuuzhu said in a deep voice.

"Don't misunderstand, three Zeltos people, I'm just here to record the dimensional coordinates." The blue light flames fluctuated more violently: "Goodbye everyone!"

After saying this, there was a dazzling flash, and then the light quickly converged, turning into a black dot and disappearing.

Tian Zhiyu Zhongzhu took a deep look at the nothingness around him, turned around and shouted, "Go, go back, be careful of those Hindu guys who will hit the incense barrier."

Fang Zuo stumbled and fell from the air, landing on the platform of a building.

After a short battle, it was already night in Tokyo and no one knew how many days had passed.

He stood at the edge of the platform and looked at the Tokyo Tower decorated with lights in the distance. The night view was still as gorgeous as before.

"My friend, I feel the spiritual energy of the world is fading. If you have anything to ask, please ask quickly. I'm afraid I can't hold on for much longer." The spirit of the Pleiades star official appeared in front of Fang Zuo, looked around, and uttered a weak voice.

"Xingjun, may I ask, with the current level of those gods in the kingdom of God, how could they bind you there? Also, what exactly happened in Heaven before the end of the Dharma?" Fang Zuo asked quickly without hesitation.

"What? Is there no land temple on duty in the human world? Nothing has been passed down? Where are the city gods in various places?" The soul of the Pleiades star official was surprised, and then closed his eyes and sensed carefully: "Which continent is this? Why can't I feel any decrees about the regions and rivers left by the Heavenly Court?" "All are gone." Fang Zuo rolled his eyes. This old guy is about to disappear, but he is still so curious.

"Star Lord, this world is no longer what it was before the Dharma Ending Age." Fang Zuo waved his hand, and a world map appeared in front of the Pleiades star official's eyes.

"What is this? How did the four continents become like this? The Southern Continent has not changed much, the Western Continent has lost so many places, the Northern Continent has also been broken into large pieces, and what about the Eastern Continent? Why are they all gone?" The Pleiades star official looked at the map light seal in shock.

Fang Zuo looked at the map in surprise: "Xingjun, where did Beijuluzhou come from?"

There is an ocean of ice above Russia.

"You are wrong, my friend." The Pleiades official wiped his hand.

The light print of the world map suddenly changed.

"This is the true appearance. Otherwise, why would our clan be called China since the time of the Human Emperor? It is naturally the center of heaven and earth."

When Fang Zuo looked at the map, he found that the direction had been changed by the Pleiades star official, and it was completely different.

"Isn't it spherical?" Fang Zuo said, looking at the map.

"There's no such thing as a sphere. This world is inherently formless and boundless. Heaven and earth were never formed, and how could the universe have a shape? Apparently, a lot has happened since I fell asleep." The Pleiades official was silent for a moment. "And those insects you saw were merely the weakest of the Prison Wardens. The ones who attacked me were far more formidable."

"That year, the end of the Dharma was approaching, and spiritual energy was gradually depleted. The Three Pure Ones broke their hair buns, but they could not deduce a way out. Even the Vairocana Tathagata, even if he sat on his lotus pedestal withered, could not see clearly what was ahead."

"After discussion, the Three Pure Ones and the Buddha of Lingshan decided to leave this world together and explore the outside world to find a way out for these gods and Buddhas."

"That day, the Jade Emperor and the Queen Mother held a farewell banquet in Yaochi. I drank a few too many cups and was drunk for three days. When I woke up, I was detained. My Great Bright Palace was occupied, and my body was put on their bodies, disguised as me."

"I only know that my disciples were brutally slaughtered and disguised. I don't know what happened after that."

"But I've always thought, since I'm like this, I might not be the only one in the entire Heavenly Court who was attacked. The Thirty-three Heavens of Daozu and the Great Leiyin Temple on Lingshan Mountain in the West Heaven might also be attacked like me."

"As for who they were or what they were up to, I have no idea. All I know is that not long after, a great war broke out between heaven and earth. When I woke up again, only these prison-wardens in human form remained. They sucked my flesh and blood, calling themselves gods."

"My friend, in this age of the Dharma Ending Age, you have achieved the Dao and become a Nascent Soul. I think your physical body has also just begun to enter the threshold, and you have a chance of becoming a saint. When the time comes, your Yang Shen will be born, and your physical body will become a saint. It may not be impossible for you to embark on a great path."

"Perhaps the last chance in this world falls on you."

Fang Zuo shook his head: "Speaking of chance, I did go to the underworld by chance, and there was an old drum and a book of life and death."

Fang Zuo recounted his experiences in the ancient country of Izumo and the underworld.

Upon hearing this, the Pleiades official smiled bitterly, "It seems that the Three Pure Ones and the Buddha who left first, as well as the gods and Buddhas who left later, are not having a smooth journey outside, otherwise they wouldn't have left behind this Book of the Earth. My friend, I don't accept this cause and effect, and I dare not judge right or wrong."

"The time has come. I want to take a look at this strange world before I disappear. I wonder if you would be willing to do so."

Fang Zuo nodded: "Xingjun, please."

"Thank you." Pleiades Star Officer waved his sleeves and stood on the edge of the rooftop looking at the night view of Tokyo.

It's time.

Thousands of houses are lit up, there is singing and dancing, the sky is bright with a clear moon, and the autumn air is refreshing!
"The wind has subsided, the clouds have dispersed, and the moon is in the blue sky. Though my path is exhausted, my song will finally be heard!" The Pleiades official laughed heartily and said, "What a flourishing world!"

"It seems that the departure of all the gods and Buddhas in the sky may not be a bad thing!"

"Thank you, my friend. I'm going!"

The Pleiades star official turned around, bowed deeply to Fang Zuo, and his soul slowly disappeared.

Fang Zuo looked at the empty rooftop, feeling melancholy and depressed, with an inexplicable restlessness in his heart.

You all left? What about me?

For a moment, it seemed as if he was the only one left in the world.

Extremely lonely.

But soon, two screams interrupted his thoughts.

"Where did this psychopath come from? What are you doing in the corner? Are you eavesdropping on us?"

"Who are you? What are you doing here? I'm a prosecutor. Show me your ID."

Two surprised voices shouted towards Fang Zuo.

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Masami Miura wore purple lace pajamas, revealing her soft curves.

I walked back and forth in the bedroom many times.

The nights in late autumn are a bit chilly.

But she didn't notice anything, her mind was in a mess.

Why is it like this?

[“The Miura family will also be destroyed because of this! There is no way back!”]

【“And all this is because of you!”】

"Miura Masami, you idiot!!"

She pulled at the matching outer cover.

Her father's accusations kept ringing in her ears.

She regretted why she did such a thing in anger.

What should I do now?
Masami Miura leaned against the wall, tilted his head back, picked up his cell phone and dialed a number.

"Hey Sakura."

"What's the matter?" Hojo Sakura felt annoyed when she heard Miura Masami's voice.

She suffered a lot of losses at the hands of Sakura Kurumi and was severely scolded by the Prime Minister's Cabinet and the Security Bureau. This made her, who was very proud, really unable to swallow her anger.

I feel really bad.

"Where are you?" Masami Miura asked into the microphone.

"If you have something to say, just say it." Hojo Sakura said unhappily.

"Don't do this to me, please." Miura Masami's voice was low, and she could faintly hear crying: "I'm in a bad mood, very sad, I want to see you"

What's this?

The proud Chief Justice seemed to have returned to her sentimental girlhood.

Hojo Sakura was puzzled for a moment, and when she thought of their previous relationship and the days and nights they spent together during their school days, she felt soft-hearted.

"I was drinking on the rooftop of Sky in Shibuya." said Hojo Sakura.

"Wait for me, I'll come to you right away." As soon as the words fell, the phone was hung up.

Hojo Sakura listened to the beeping sound on the phone and shook her head.

It's been a long time since I had a drink with her.

Never mind, it’s a bit lonely being alone.

Hojo Sakura put down her wine glass and looked at the night view around her.

Shibuya Sky's rooftop bar is the highest bar in Tokyo.

From this spacious rooftop, you can overlook the entire night view of Tokyo, including the Tokyo Tower decorated with colorful lights.

Nowadays, there are fewer people drinking on weekdays.

What's more, the temperature on the rooftop is extremely low in late autumn.

On the two-story rooftop of Noda, only Hojo Sakura was there.

After drinking a few glasses of tequila, her face felt slightly hot and her whole body felt a little dry and hot.

She took off her coat and put it aside, raised her head and shook her long hair, revealing a wrap underneath that was made entirely of black lace.

The lace is embroidered with small patterns, and the black bra inside holds up a pair of soft breasts.

The fair skin and curvy figure are hidden in the black lace under the dim light.

Faintly, looming.

The combination of white skin and black stockings is even more sexy and enchanting.

She brushed her long hair, and her whole body was emitting heat and fragrance.

Hojo Sakura pulled out a chair and sat down, took off her high heels, and put her white feet wrapped in black stockings on the table.

Through the railing of the rooftop, I looked at the hustle and bustle of traffic and the lights of thousands of houses in the distance.

Under the neon lights.

Suddenly I felt very empty.

At this moment, Masami Miura was also on her way to the SKY rooftop bar in Shibuya.

She was wearing a small dress and a casual necklace.

Revealing a large area of ​​white under the deep V.

The big waves that were not taken care of carefully have lost some of their curl.

Just like her mood at the moment, extremely uneasy.

The exquisite makeup cannot hide the pain on the little face.

Slightly parted red lips and confused eyes.

I don’t know if Hojo Sakura will agree to her request.

(End of this chapter)