The next day, early in the morning.

Before dawn, Chiyo Morimoto had already woken up, she subconsciously stretched her waist, stretched her small waist, and stretched her two long legs straight at the end of the bed.

"Whew."

Chiyo Morimoto let out a breath and didn't continue to lie on the bed, she got up directly, and the thin blanket fell back on the bed.

She removed her translucent nightdress, revealing her bikini-like underwear.

The fabric is pitiful, but not completely absent.

That kind of just right cover makes her body look more and more charming.

Chiyo Morimoto didn't get dressed, she just picked up a headband from the dresser, she tied her long hair into a single ponytail at random and strode outside.

Cool air blows on the surface of the body.

When I got to the living room, the excitement in my heart was at its peak.

Even though she knew that Qing Ze would not wake up at this time, she still fantasized about that kind of plot.

If the door suddenly opened, and Qing Ze, who was only wearing boxers, saw her, it was estimated that it would be difficult to hold back the young man's blood and pounce on him as a hungry wolf.

Under the firewood, the living room sofa is a bloodstained battlefield.

Of course, Chiyo Morimoto thinks this, not because she has a habit of exposure or being forced.

If you want to be called a fetish, you must have the idea that you can do it in front of anyone.

She doesn't, it can only be said to be a kind of erotic fantasy between men and women.

Through the self-fantasy in the brain, the spirit is satisfied.

Chiyo Morimoto put on a white apron and prepare today's breakfast.

To fry the eggs, she takes out four more slices of toast and puts them in the toaster, washes four slices of lettuce, and frying four slices of bacon to melt the cheese.

When the bread is baked, she first coats one side of the bread with cheese, puts lettuce, bacon, and omelette in order, and then sandwiches it with cheese-stained toast bread and cuts it diagonally with a knife to form today's sandwich breakfast.

Then, she unpacks the coffee bag, boils it in hot water, and sets it up on the kitchen counter.

After finishing breakfast, Chiyo Morimoto unbuttoned her white apron and walked back to her bedroom to change into a pink yoga dress.

She returned to the living room and began her daily morning yoga, or training to stimulate the blood circulation of the teenager.

……

The cosy breakfast time passed quickly.

Qing Ze was the first to leave home and go to school.

Chiyo Morimoto was not in a hurry, and after doing all kinds of skin care work, he sprayed on a good-smelling perfume.

She liked Xiangxiang's self, so she left the house, locked the door, and took the elevator to the ground floor hall.

There was already a light rain outside the apartment, and the sky cut between the tall buildings looked particularly gloomy.

Eh, I really don't want to go to work.

Chiyo Morimoto flashed through her mind the thoughts that all migrant workers have, and like all migrant workers, no matter how reluctant she is, she still has to open her umbrella and embark on the journey of work.

When we arrived at Okubo Station, the drizzle in the sky stopped again, and the clouds turned white, but the sun was still nowhere to be seen.

Chiyo Morimoto casually turned the short-handled umbrella and walked towards the Hisamatsu apartment.

Summer makes the boys get ready to move, and the hormones are extraordinarily high.

The college student who caused her to refuse to talk every morning has become a daily check-in.

But Chiyo Morimoto doesn't hate such daily routines.

She likes to be mistaken for being in college, which makes her feel younger, closer to Qingze's age.

Chiyo Morimoto came to the Hisamatsu apartment and went up the stairs to the second floor, she raised her hand and knocked on the door, and someone inside quickly approached.

The wheat-colored door opened, and the tall Caterina almost blocked the door, "Good morning, Morimoto." ”

"Good morning, Katerina."

Chiyo Morimoto was a little surprised and said, "Why are you opening the door today?" ”

"Okayama has a holiday today."

Hearing this answer, Chiyo Morimoto couldn't help but complain to Emily in the living room, "Why don't I take a vacation yet?" ”

"Don't you want to spend more time with your little lover, you just want to have a holiday on Saturdays and Sundays."

"You didn't give me a double day off, besides, it's not a lover, he's a future husband."

Chiyo Morimoto corrected Imily's words and walked to the sofa in front of the desk and sat down.

Caterina poured her a cup of black tea.

In order to take care of those who did not work overtime last night, the task force will hold a morning meeting every morning to give a rough report on yesterday's situation.

Emily put down the black tea in her hand, licked the milk foam at the corner of her mouth with her tongue and said, "Sixteen more people were killed by Dio last night, and three of them were the sons of the Iwasaki family, the Mitsui family, and the Sumitomo family.

In the high-class clubhouse 0306 box in Roppongi, each person was given twenty diseases, and he died within a few minutes.

The remaining thirteen were either extreme, or they had sinned suddenly, and they were all endowed with more than ten diseases.

No critically ill patients were cured.

It is likely that Dio wanted to distribute all the diseases at hand in order to achieve some kind of ritual. ”

Speaking of this, Emily placed a box on the table, opened it, and said, "This is the elixir I asked someone to refine.

It is said that long-term use can make people achieve the effect of immortality, who is interested in taking one pill to try? ”

"I think this kind of good stuff should be left to the team leader."

Chiyo Morimoto didn't dare to eat the so-called elixir that could make people become immortals.

The existence of superpowers made her theoretically believe that there were people who refined the elixir, but such a person might not be able to be found by the task force.

"Aren't you interested?"

Emily asked reluctantly.

Everyone else shook their heads.

"I don't know how to ask for good things for you, and I won't eat you to death with a single grain."

Emily muttered, reached out and picked up the pill in the box, threw it into her mouth, and rattled and chewed it a few times.

Chiyo Morimoto was curious: "How is it, do you feel a warm current rushing into your stomach?" ”

Emily swallowed the elixir, shook her head and said, "No, this one tastes good, it's like eating chocolate chips, crispy and a little sweet." ”

Chiyo Morimoto looked surprised and said, "You don't really plan to eat this for a long time, do you?" ”

"Of course not, the pill just now has already proved that the elixir is fake."

Emily knew that the pill might be a fake before eating it, but this pill cost 30 million yen to refine.

Not taking a bite seems a bit too wasteful.

Now that she has eaten it, she can basically conclude that this elixir is a fake.

She decided to give up trying to take pills to make herself ascend to immortality, and the next time she met Dior, it was best to ask him to see if he had any hints.

Saying nothing like this, just letting her guess, there are too many directions to guess, and she doesn't know which one is the right plan.

This thought flashed through Emily's mind, and quickly put it aside to move on to the next topic, and said in a deep voice: "Now I have a problem, I hope you can help refer to it." ”

Chiyo Morimoto looked curious: "What kind of problem?" ”

Emily's little face showed a hint of confusion and said, "Hasn't there been a group of right-wing parliamentarians clamoring for the current inspector of police to step down recently?"

He urgently needed to come up with results to stabilize his position, and urged me to hand in the materials quickly.

I have a job here that he can use as a result, but that matter involves the layout of the CIA, and I don't know whether to report it or not. ”

The reason for the incident is very simple, in order to investigate Dior, Emily interviewed the cured patients, trying to find out if there was anything special about them, and accidentally learned a familiar name.

Rumi Yoshizawa.

This person actually continued to post about Dior on the Internet, and privately looked for those who were cured by Dior, wanting to conspire with them.

You know, anything about Dior on the Internet now will be watched by the CIA.

Under such circumstances, Rumi Yoshizawa was able to keep posting, indicating that there was a CIA's acquiescence behind it.

Emily investigated a little more and found that Rumi Yoshizawa, a woman, after being released from prison, was even crazier than she thought, but crazy beyond her imagination.

This has become not content with crime, but wants to directly build Dior's empire.

She came up with a very outrageous plan to persuade the patients who had been cured by Dior to join her in the Prime Minister's residence.

Most people have a normal mind, and when they hear that kind of thing, they reject it directly.

According to her investigation, some of the young patients were really moved by Rumi Yoshizawa's crazy plan.

The Dior National Salvation Committee now has twenty-three members.

It is said that Rumi Yoshizawa has already begun to ponder the purchase of guns and prepare for the uprising.

"There are only twenty-three people, and they can't make any waves at all."

Kitanowu couldn't help but complain.

This is Japan, not a small African country, and more than 20 people want to get their hands on supreme power?

I'm afraid I can't even enter the door of the Prime Minister's Office.

Emily said: "The key is the attitude of the CIA, if they are willing, twenty-three people can hold the prime minister hostage and force the prime minister to give up his position to Dio in front of the media." ”

Chiyo Morimoto cocked Jiro's legs, and said with a smile on his face, "Isn't that interesting?"

If Dior agrees, then we don't need to investigate him every day, and we will work face-to-face in the future. ”

"That's the key, and I'm afraid that this plan will be tacitly approved by the CIA."

Emily took a sip of black tea, she didn't know whether to report it or not, it was this outrageous plan, and it was really possible that the CIA acquiesced to the plan.

Once achieved, Dior will no longer continue to hide in the shadows, but directly come out to take charge of the country.

It doesn't matter if it fails, Dio doesn't show up, they want to solve the Dio National Salvation Committee, it's just a matter of minutes.

When the time comes, the police inspector will step down.

The newly appointed police director must be very strong, and he is the kind of person who wants to make a difference, and he is likely to interfere with the normal handling of the case by the task force.

Capable people are more willing to believe in themselves than in others.

Emily doesn't like people pointing fingers at her head.

"You say, should I report the matter to the Superintendent of Police and ask him to settle the Dior National Salvation Committee?"

Those present fell silent.

Chiyo Morimoto thought about it, picked up the black tea and said with a smile: "Compared to the possibility that Dior may come to power, it should be nothing to change the police director, so let them try."

Those people in the Ministry of Public Security don't say it, the CIA doesn't say it, so why should we say it. ”

Emily's brows slowly loosened, and she sighed, "yes, it's also worth a try to see if they can get that far." ”

(End of chapter)