Reborn with Naruto In Tokyo, Japan

"Chi slip."

After eating a mouthful of noodles, the Jian Hei Tibetan confirmed one thing.

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

After eating all the cup noodles in two mouthfuls, Jian Hei Tibetan nodded strangely.

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

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

He took out another flavor of cup noodles and wiped it off. The Jianhei Tibetan became more and more sure of his judgment.

The taste has indeed become better, and it is by no means that the manufacturer has improved the process. The taste of the cup noodles eaten a few days ago is absolutely different from that of now.

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

Jian Hei Tibetans have the intention to continue to conduct controlled experiments, but abnormal behavior under surveillance is obviously courting death.

His occasional behavior is crazy, which does not mean that he really has a problem with IQ.

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

Jian Hei poured himself another glass of water, the taste of the water remained unchanged, 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.

The taste is smooth and the aroma is mellow.

This kind of delicious pour-over coffee will not be able to be brewed for another ten years.

Picking up a pen and tapping on the table, Jian Hei Tibetan fell into deep thought.

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

That is to say, as long as the ingredients are touched by one's "cooking" related actions, the taste will change?

"Goldfinger?"

Putting up his fingers and curling them up several times, Jian Hei Tibetan nodded very seriously.

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

But not only did he not go to hell 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 the Forensic Doctor", the original taste, the Michelin rating, and the pinnacle of life.

But is everything really that simple?

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

For example, how you cook your food, when you die and go to hell, ghost messengers will also cook you.

Repeatedly lower the oil pan and sprinkle with seasonings repeatedly.

Thinking about this, Jian Hei Tibetan slapped himself with his right hand with his left hand.

"I won't cook by myself anymore."

Mizuno couldn't help but take a high look at the sensitivity of Jian Hei Tibetans. He had discovered this weird doctor long ago, and had direct or indirect contact with several downlines many times, and directly hit the scene.

If there really is a monster-sucking physique, this forensic doctor from Miyagi Prefecture is the well-deserved number one.

Cooking ninjutsu is a useless skill. It was placed on Jian Hei Tibetan just to place his sight in the base, but the sensitivity of this doctor is quite good to be able to detect changes in himself so quickly.

Putting aside the suspicious Jianhei Tibetan, Mizuno controlled the avatar to walk on the streets of Adachi, and his target was the sand gourd in the treasure hall.

Tokyo, Adachi Ward, Senju, Akamonji Temple.

Monk Miaozheng, who was patrolling the cemetery, yawned boredly. He hasn't been exercising too much recently, and the monk's forehead is getting more and more shiny.

When passing by Kazuo Songzhong's tombstone, Monk Miaozheng respectfully wiped it with water with a wooden spoon, thinking in his heart that this person should never come back.

A few months ago, Chimen Temple suffered an indiscriminate disaster. The soul of the dead policeman Kazuo Matsunaka returned in the first seven nights, causing Monk Miaozheng to be arrested by the police for questioning. At that time, there was no supernatural hall.

It made me cry when I said it—the little monk who said that he was an eminent monk had been expelled by Miaozheng.

What a fool with no eyesight, it's just a matter of deceiving ordinary customers with the identity of an eminent monk, how can he talk nonsense in front of the police.

"Officer Songzhong, it's a good journey. I wash your tombstone every week. Don't go home and look at it."

The business handed down by the ancestors is not easy. It was fine hundreds of years ago, and you could get money by reciting scriptures.

But now there are ghosts who come home to visit, so I have to be wary of them. He is just an ordinary businessman, and he has no virtue or ability to deal with ghosts.

Under the hot summer sun, Miaozheng suddenly felt the wind gusts, and goosebumps could not help but arise.

"Demons and ghosts leave quickly."

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

Swinging the wooden spoon, Miaozheng uttered incantations that were not at all in line with the dignity of a monk.

As if being stabbed by a spell, Miaozheng's gaze froze for an instant, and he stared straight at the back door at the corner of his field of vision.

"Demons and ghosts..." Staring blankly at the direction of the back door of Chimen Temple, Miaozheng's words were stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything, "Please come in..."

The red door was pushed open from the outside to the inside, and a sturdy and majestic man stood in front of the door, followed by his subordinates on both sides.

Middle-aged and resolute, Takakura Ken is like a weakened version of him.

He has a strong beard, a straight nose bridge, piercing eyes shining brightly, and a head of black hair with strong roots, which does not conform to the law that men in island countries are likely to lose their hair in middle age.

Miaozheng didn't know if his family had the gene for baldness. He was ordained as a monk right after graduating from university, and the elders in his family also had shiny bald heads in his memory.

And the opponent is definitely not an islander.

Which islander would wear the costume of a judge in Huaguo mythology?

How to judge the other party is the judge.

The black and white impermanence around him couldn't be more clear!

On the white top hat it is written that you can make money at first sight, and on the black top hat is peace in the world.

Monk Miaozheng has a little knowledge of Sinology. He knows a lot of Chinese characters. He also knows that the name impermanence is derived from a Buddhist term, but seeing black and white impermanence in broad daylight...

"Plop."

Miaozheng shook the wooden spoon in his hand, and fell to his knees neatly.

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 notebook in the other, who is the judge?

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

"Don't panic." The majestic judge waved at Monk Miaozheng, but heck, it would be a surprise not to panic.

"Me, me, me, me." Miaozheng wanted to call out loudly to the young monk in the temple. Although the cemetery was on the mountain behind the temple, as long as he shouted loudly, other people would definitely hear him.