"Swish."

After eating the noodles, the black Tibetans confirmed something.

"It's okay, I thought the cup noodles had deteriorated. It turned out that my nose was just broken."

After solving all the cup noodles in three mouthfuls, Michihiro nodded strangely.

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

Although the taste of the cup noodles itself is generally the difference between frozen beef and fresh beef that is catching beef, freshness and deliciousness have increased by more than one level.

He took out another cup of noodles and ate it clean. The Tibetans became more and more sure of their judgment.

The taste has indeed become delicious, and it is definitely not the manufacturer's improvement of the process. The cup noodles I tasted a few days ago were definitely different from now.

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

The Tibetans in the Middle Hei were determined to continue to do the control experiment, but doing abnormal behavior under surveillance is obviously a death-seeking behavior.

His occasional behavior does not mean that there is really a problem with his IQ.

Under the crazy appearance is a meticulous heart, just like meticulous in the anatomy.

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

The taste is smooth and the fragrance is mellow.

This delicious hand-made coffee will never be able to be made for you for another ten years.

He picked up a pen and tapped the table, and the black Tibetan fell into deep thought.

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

In other words, as long as the ingredients are exposed to by your own "culinary" related actions, the taste will change?

"Golden Finger?"

He raised his fingers and curled up his fingers many times, and the black 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 I not go to hell as the girl said, but instead gained special abilities.

If you really use this skill well, you can open a restaurant by yourself, the name is "The Taste of Forensics", which is authentic, rated as Michelin, and reached the peak of your life.

But is everything really that simple?

Sitting cross-legged on the bed, the Tibetan people felt that they had entered a misunderstanding. This ability to make food delicious and delicious is at first glance an enterprise-level auxiliary superpower that can reach the peak of life, but there must be other traps on the back.

For example, how do you cook the food? Wait until you die and go to hell, how will the ghost messengers treat you too.

Repeat the oil pan and sprinkle seasonings repeatedly.

Thinking of this, the Hei Tibetan slapped himself with his left hand.

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

Mizuno's sensitivity made Mizuno look up at him. He had long discovered this strange doctor and had had direct or indirect contact with several people from the line to hit the scene.

If there is really a weird-sucking physique, this forensic doctor in Miyagi Prefecture is the well-deserved first person.

Cooking ninjutsu is a useless skill. It is placed on the Michihiro Tibetan just to put his eyes in the base. However, the doctor's sensitivity is quite good if he can discover changes in his body so quickly.

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

Tokyo, Adachi, Chiju, Akamonji Temple.

Monk Miaozheng, who was patrolling the cemetery, yawned bored. He had exercised too little recently, and the monk's forehead was getting more and more greasy.

When passing by the tombstone of Yifu of Songzhong, Monk Miaozheng respectfully carried a wooden spoon and scrubbed it with water, saying in his heart that he must not come back.

A few months ago, Chimen Temple suffered an unpredictable disaster. The soul of the dead policeman Shin-chan, Matsuaka, returned on the first seven nights, resulting in Monk Miaozheng being caught and questioned by the police. At that time, there was no Supernatural Hall.

It’s all about tears - the young monk who said he was a Taoist monk had been fired by Miao Zheng.

It’s really a fool without eyesight. It’s just that he is a Taoist monk who deceives ordinary customers, but how can he talk nonsense in front of the police?

"Officer Songzhong, it's easy to walk along. I wash your tombstone every week. Don't go home and take a look."

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

But now there are ghosts who come home to visit, so I have to be wary of it. He Miaozheng is an ordinary businessman who has no virtue and is unable to deal with ghosts.

Under the summer sun, Miaozheng suddenly felt a gust of wind and she could not help but get goose bumps.

"Demons and ghosts are about to leave."

It’s all because I think of these strange supernatural things in my heart, and my nerves become extremely sensitive.

Wrapped the wooden spoon, Miaozheng said a mantra that was not in line with the decent face of monks.

As if he was touched by a spell, Miaozheng's eyes instantly froze, and his eyes were staring straight at the back door at the corner of his vision.

"Demons and ghosts..." Looking blankly at the direction of the back door of Chimen Temple, Miaozheng's words were blocked in his throat and he could not say it, "Please come in..."

The red door was pushed open from the outside and a strong and majestic man stood in front of the door, following his subordinates on both sides.

The middle-aged firm appearance, Ken Takakura looks like his weakened version.

He has a strong beard, a straight nose, bright eyes, and his black hair is strong, which does not conform to the law of a man in the island country who is likely to be middle-aged.

Miaozheng didn't know if his family had a bald gene. He was slandered as a monk as soon as he graduated from university. The elders of the family in his memory were also shiny bald.

And the other party is definitely not from the island country.

Which islander would wear the costumes of judges in Chinese mythology?

How to judge the other party is a judge.

Hei and Bai Wuchang who were following him understand so much!

The white high hat says that it is said that you make money at first sight, and the black high hat shows peace in the world.

Monk Miaozheng still has some attainments in Chinese studies, and he knows a lot of Chinese characters. He also clearly describes the name impermanence as a Buddhist term, but he sees black and white impermanence in broad daylight...

"Plop."

Miao Zheng shook the wooden spoon in his hand and knelt on the ground neatly.

Fortunately, it’s black and white impermanence, not a cow’s head and horse’s face!

The one standing in front should be the judge!

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

Anyway, no matter what, the underworld representative in Chinese mythology has come to a Buddhist temple in the island country!

"Don't panic." The Majestic Judge waved at Monk Miaozheng, but it was surprising that he was not panic during the day.
Chapter completed!