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Chapter 303 An Unquiet Morning Meeting
The next day, early morning.

It was not yet dawn, and Chiyo Morimoto had already woken up. She stretched subconsciously, stretched her small waist, and stretched her two long legs at the end of the bed.

"call."

Chiyo Morimoto let out a breath and did not continue to stay on the bed. She stood up directly and dropped the thin blanket back to the bed.

She took off her translucent nightgown, revealing a bikini-like underwear.

The amount of fabric was pitiful, but not completely absent.

That just-right covering made her body look even more charming.

Chiyo Morimoto didn't wear any clothes. She just picked up a hairband from the dressing table. She casually tied her long hair into a single ponytail and strode outside.

Cool air blows on the body.

When I arrived in the living room, the excitement in my heart reached its peak.

Even though she knew Qingze would not wake up at this time, she still fantasized about such a scenario.

If the door suddenly opened and Qingze, who was only wearing boxers, saw her, it would be difficult to hold back the young man's passion and turn into a hungry wolf to pounce on her.

Under the fire, the sofa in the living room was a bloody battlefield.

Of course, Chiyo Morimoto thinks these things not because she has a habit of being exposed or forced.

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

She didn't, it can only be said to be an erotic fantasy between men and women.

Satisfy the spirit through self-fantasy in the mind.

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

While frying the eggs, she took out four slices of toast and put them in the toaster, washed four slices of lettuce, fried four slices of bacon, and melted the cheese.

After the bread was baked, she first spread cheese on one side of the bread, then placed lettuce, bacon, and fried eggs in order, sandwiched it with cheese-covered toast, and cut it diagonally with a knife to form today's breakfast sandwich.

Then, she opened the coffee package, brewed it with hot water, and placed it on the kitchen bar.

After breakfast, Chiyo Morimoto took off her white apron, walked back to the bedroom, and put on pink yoga clothes.

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

……

The cozy breakfast time passed quickly.

Qingze left home first and headed to school.

Chiyo Morimoto was not in a hurry. After doing various skin care tasks, she sprayed on nice perfume.

She liked the fragrance of herself, so she left home immediately, locked the door, and took the elevator to the lobby on the ground floor.

It had started to rain lightly outside the apartment, and the sky between the tall buildings looked particularly gloomy.

Hey, I really don’t want to go to work.

The thoughts that all migrant workers have flashed through Chiyo Morimoto's mind. Like all migrant workers, no matter how reluctant she was, she still had to open an umbrella and embark on a journey to work.

Until we reached Okubo Station, the drizzle in the sky stopped again, the clouds became very white, but there was still no trace of the sun.

Morimoto Chiyo twirled the short-handled umbrella casually and walked towards Hisamatsu Apartment.

Summer makes boys eager to be active and their hormones are particularly strong.

As a result, she refused to talk to college students every morning, which has become a daily check-in.

But Chiyo Morimoto doesn’t hate this daily routine.

She likes to be mistaken for someone who is still in college. It makes her feel young and closer to Qingze's age.

Chiyo Morimoto came to Hisamatsu Apartment and walked up the stairs to the second floor. She raised her hand and knocked on the door. Someone quickly approached from inside.

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

"Good morning, Katarina."

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

"Okayama has a day off today."

Hearing this answer, Chiyo Morimoto couldn't help complaining to Emily in the living room: "Why don't I take a holiday?"

"Don't you want to spend more time with your little lover? You just want to take a weekend off."

"You didn't give me two days off either. Besides, he's not a lover, he's a future husband."

Chiyo Morimoto corrected Emily's wording and walked to the sofa in front of the desk to sit 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 roughly report on the situation yesterday.

Emily put down the black tea in her hand, licked the milk foam at the corner of her mouth and said: "Last night, 16 more people were killed by Dior, three of them were the sons of the Iwasaki family, the Mitsui family, and the Sumitomo family.

In Room 0306, a high-end club in Roppongi, each person was given twenty diseases and died within a few minutes.

The remaining 13 people were either extreme or suddenly committed crimes, and they were all endowed with more than ten kinds of diseases.

No seriously ill patients have been cured.

It is possible that Dio wanted to complete some kind of ritual by distributing all the diseases on hand. "

Having said 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 immortality. Who is interested in taking one pill and giving it a try? "

"I think this good thing should be left to the team leader." Chiyo Morimoto did not dare to take the so-called elixir that can make people become immortals.

The existence of superpowers makes her theoretically believe that there are people who refine elixirs, but such people may not be found by the task force.

"Aren't you interested?"

Emily asked reluctantly.

Everyone else shook their heads.

"You don't even know how to ask for the good things I give you, and I won't eat you to death even if I give you one."

Emily muttered, reached for the pill in the box, threw it into her mouth, and chewed it a few times.

Chiyo Morimoto asked curiously: "How is it? Do you feel a warm current pouring into your belly?"

Emily swallowed the elixir, shook her head and said, "No, this tastes pretty good, as crispy as eating chocolate beans, 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 proven that the elixir is fake."

Emily knew that the elixir might be fake before taking it, but this elixir cost 3000 million yen to refine.

It would be a waste not to take a bite.

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

She decided to give up trying to take pills to make herself immortal. Next time she met Dio, it would be best to ask him to see if he had any tips.

If you don't say anything like this and just let her guess, there are so many directions that she can guess, and she has no idea which one is the right solution.

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

Chiyo Morimoto looked curious and asked: "What's the problem?"

A tangled expression appeared on Emily's face as she said, "Recently, haven't there been a group of right-wing congressmen calling for the resignation of the current police chief?
He urgently needed to produce results to stabilize his position and urged me to hand in the information quickly.

It just so happens that I have something here that he can use as a result, but that matter involves the CIA's layout, and I don't know if I should report it. "

The cause of the matter is very simple. In order to investigate Dior, Emily interviewed the cured patients to find out if there was anything special about them, and accidentally learned a familiar name.

Rumi Yoshizawa.

This person actually continued to post information about Dior on the Internet, and privately sought out those who had been cured by Dior, hoping to conspire with them to do great things.

You know, anything related to Dior on the Internet will be watched by the CIA.

Under such circumstances, Rumi Yoshizawa is still able to keep posting, which shows that there is the acquiescence of the CIA behind it.

After a little in-depth investigation, Emily discovered that Rumi Yoshizawa, after being released from prison, became even crazier as she thought, but crazier than she imagined.

This guy has become no longer satisfied with committing crimes, but wants to directly build the Dior empire.

She proposed a very outrageous plan to persuade those patients who had been cured by Dio to join her in entering the Prime Minister's residence.

Most people are in their right minds and will reject it outright when they hear something like that.

But according to her investigation, some young patients were really persuaded by Yoshizawa Rumi's crazy plan.

The Dior National Salvation Committee now has 23 people.

It is said that Rumi Yoshizawa has begun to think about purchasing guns and preparing for an uprising.

"With just 23 people, it won't make any waves at all."

Bei Zhiwu couldn't help but complain.

This is Japan, not a small African country, and a dozen or so people want to get their hands on the supreme authority?

I'm afraid I can't even get through the door of the Prime Minister's official residence.

Emily said seriously: "The key is the attitude of the CIA. If they are willing, 23 people can hold the Prime Minister hostage and force the Prime Minister to give up his position to Dior in front of the media."

Chiyo Morimoto crossed her legs and said with a smile on her face: "Isn't this very interesting?

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

"That's the key, I'm afraid this plan has the tacit approval of the CIA."

Emily took a sip of black tea. She still didn't know whether to report it or not. Even this outrageous plan might really be a plan approved by the CIA.

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

Even if they fail, it doesn't matter. If Dio doesn't show up, it only takes a few minutes for them to solve the Dio National Salvation Committee.

At that time, the police chief will step down.

The newly appointed police chief must be very strong, the kind of person who wants to achieve great results, and is likely to interfere with the normal handling of the case by the task force.

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

Emily doesn't like other people's opinions.

"Do you think I should report the matter to the police chief and let him deal with the Dior National Salvation Committee?"

Everyone present fell silent.

Chiyo Morimoto thought for a moment, picked up the black tea and said with a smile: "Compared with the possibility of Dio coming to power, it shouldn't be a big deal to change the police director. It's better to let them try.

If those people from the Ministry of Public Security don’t say it, and the CIA doesn’t say it, why should we? "

Emily's brows slowly relaxed and she sighed: "Yes, it's worth a try to see if they can get there."

(End of this chapter)