Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Chuck."

After eating a mouthful of noodles, the Tibetan people in Jianhei made sure of one thing.

"It's okay, I thought it was the cup noodles that went bad, but it turned out that my nose was broken."

The three of them finished all the cup noodles, and the Tibetan man nodded strangely.

It's not that there is a problem with the nose, the taste of cup noodles has become unusual on the taste cells on the tip of the tongue.

Although it is generally the taste of the cup noodles itself, it is like the difference between the beef that has been frozen for a year and the fresh beef that is chased by the cow. The freshness and deliciousness have risen by more than one grade.

He took out another cup of noodles to eat and wiped them clean, and the Tibetan people in Jianhei were more and more sure of their judgment.

The taste has indeed become delicious, and it is by no means that the manufacturer has improved the craftsmanship. The cup noodles tasted a few days ago are definitely different from now.

They are all purchased in the same batch, and there is no such obvious quality difference.

The Tibetans in Jianhei were determined to continue the controlled experiment, but their abnormal behaviors under surveillance were obviously seeking death.

He occasionally behaves insanely, which does not mean that he has a real IQ problem.

Beneath the appearance of madness is a meticulous heart, as meticulous in anatomy.

Jian Hei poured himself another glass of water, and the taste of the water did not change, but when the coffee was brewed, the taste of the coffee improved significantly, like the work of a master in a well-known coffee shop.

On the palate it is smooth and full-bodied.

This delicious hand-brewed coffee will not be able to be brewed for ten years.

Picking up the pen and tapping on the table, the Tibetan people in Jianhei fell into contemplation.

The taste of the brewed cup noodles has been improved, the water in the faucet has not changed, and the taste of hand-brewed coffee has improved...

In other words, as long as the ingredients are touched by their own actions related to 'cooking', the taste will change?

"Goldfinger?"

He raised his fingers and curled up and straightened them several times, and the Tibetan man of the black line nodded very seriously.

This ability is too unreasonable, and why did it change, because it met a strange girl?

But not only did he not go to **** as the girl said, but he got special abilities.

If you really use this skill well, you can open a restaurant by yourself. The name is "The Taste of Forensic Doctors."

But is everything really that simple?

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the Tibetan people in Jianhei felt that he had entered a misunderstanding. At first glance, this ability to make food delicious and delicious is an enterprise-level auxiliary superpower that can lead to the peak of life, but there must be other hidden behind it. trap.

For example, how you cook your food, waiting for you to go to **** after death, how the ghosts will cook you.

Repeatedly add oil to the pan and sprinkle with seasonings.

Thinking of this, the Tibetan man in Jianhei slapped himself with his right hand with his left hand.

"I won't cook by myself in the future."

Mizuno couldn't help but take a look at the sensitivity of the Tibetan people in Jianhei. He had already discovered this strange doctor, and had had direct or indirect contact with several offline people many times, and directly attacked the scene.

If there really is any monster-attracting physique, this Miyagi prefecture's forensic doctor is the one who deserves it.

Cooking ninjutsu is a useless skill. It was placed on Maguro Tibetans just to keep his sight in the base. However, the sensitivity of this doctor is quite acceptable to be able to discover changes in himself so quickly.

Putting aside the suspicious Maguro Tibetan, Mizuno controlled the clone to walk on the streets of Adachi, his target was the sand gourd in the Treasure Hall.

Tokyo, Adachi Ward, Senju, Akamon Temple.

Monk Miaozheng, who was patrolling the cemetery, yawned in boredom. He had been exercising too little recently, and the monk's forehead was getting more and more shiny.

When passing the tombstone of Kazuo Matsunaka, the monk Miaozheng respectfully took a wooden spoon and scrubbed it with water, saying in his heart that this one must never come back.

A few months ago, Chimen Temple suffered a disaster. The spirit of Kazuo Matsunaka, a police officer who was killed in action, returned on the first seven nights. As a result, monk Miaozheng was captured by the police for questioning. At that time, there was no supernatural hall.

It's all tears - the little monk who said he was an eminent monk has been expelled by Miaozheng.

What a foolish hat with no eyesight. He can only deceive ordinary customers as an eminent monk, how can he talk nonsense in front of the police.

"Officer Songzhong, it's a good journey, but I wash your tombstones every week, so don't go home again."

This business handed down by my ancestors is not easy. It was fine a few hundred years ago, and I can get money by reciting scriptures.

But now there are ghosts coming home, and he has to be wary. He Miaozheng is just an ordinary businessman, and he is immoral and incapable of dealing with ghosts.

Under the hot summer sun, Miao Zheng suddenly felt a gust of wind and goosebumps.

"The monsters and monsters leave quickly."

It's all because of thinking about these strange and supernatural things in my heart, and my nerves can't help becoming extremely sensitive.

Tossing the wooden spoon, Miaozheng said a spell that did not fit the decency of a monk at all.

As if being stabbed by a spell, Miaozheng's eyes froze for a moment, and his eyes stared straight at the back door in the corner of his field of vision~www.wuxiamtl.com~ monsters and monsters..." Staring blankly at the direction of the back door of Chimen Temple, Miaozheng The words stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say it, "Please come in..."

The crimson door was pushed open from the outside in, and a sturdy and majestic man stood in front of the door with his subordinates on his sides.

Middle-aged and determined, Takakura Ken looks like a weakened version of him.

He has a strong beard, a straight nose, piercing eyes, and strong black hair, which does not conform to the rule that men in the island country are more likely to bald in middle age.

Miaozheng didn't know if his family had baldness genes. He shaved and became a monk just after graduating from college, and the family elders in his memory also had bright bald heads.

And the other party is definitely not an islander.

Which island nation would wear the costume of the judge in Chinese mythology?

How to judge the opponent is the judge.

The black and white impermanence that follows around can't be understood any more!

On the white top hat is written wealth at first sight, and on the black top hat is peace in the world.

Monk Miaozheng still has some attainments in Sinology. He knows a lot of Chinese characters. He also knows that the name impermanence is derived from Buddhist terms, but he sees black and white impermanence in broad daylight...

"Pfft."

Miaozheng flicked the wooden spoon in his hand and knelt down neatly to the ground.

Fortunately, it is black and white impermanence, not a bull's head and a horse's face!

The one standing in front should be the judge!

And with a pen in one hand and a book in the other, who is the judge?

Anyway, the representative of the underworld in Chinese mythology has come to a Buddhist temple in the island country!

"Don't panic." The majestic judge waved at Monk Miaozheng, but hell, it's amazing not to panic.

"Me, me, me." Miaozheng wanted to call out to the little monks in the temple. Although the cemetery was on the hill behind the temple, as long as you shouted loudly, others would definitely hear it.