Develop idol business in Conan World

You can search for "searching novels in Conan World Development Idol Career (www.soxs.cc)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!This password is a bit peculiar...

"Opening top secret file, please wait...start loading..."

Four girls were lying in front of the car accompanying the screen at the same time. There was a file loaded on it. It didn't look like the content was big, but there were many grids. Among them, the name of Miyano was ranked first.

Miyanoya, Miyano Akemi, Miyano Shiho, Haibara Ai, Miyano Elena.

"Wait, why is there a mother's name here?" After seeing Elena, Mingmei, who didn't care about the top secret, suddenly stared, and hurriedly pointed to Elena's sign over there.

Xiao Ai pointed her finger to Ailena.

Elena Miyano, female, died at the age of 33, with no body remaining, (with photos of the scene of the case at the time)

The whole article is about character information. There is no key point needed, and it keeps falling. Xiao Ai always feels that she will see some things she needs to know at the bottom.

For example, in the last column, one year is taken from the life span of three hundred people. In exchange, it can be used as the basis for resurrection. The body parts can be used after successful reconstruction through cell membrane technology.

"It's impossible, how can he have mother cells?"

Dead man technology is regarded as a scientific forbidden zone. Countless scientists have tried to break through the technology of resurrection of dead people, but until now, even cell embryos have not successfully achieved resurrection.

The cell-grown life will die without the supplement of energy, and there is no normal life state, including the way of thinking, etc. People who cannot be resurrected online.

"It's not feasible to regenerate through the cells of a loved one."

Ke Zi didn't care about Zhibao in the back row. Instead, he chose to ask Xiao Ai, if he really made cells, at least he had three cell patterns that would supplement him.

"It's not feasible. Cells are different from blood. There are other parts that are different. From my cells, he can only create another me, but he will not create a mother, because that is the mother's supply cell."

Xiao Ai was lying on the co-pilot, clutching his forehead, and now suddenly understood why the scumbag smiled at him when he left.

How could it be possible to make a woman.

But think about it, this matter seems to make sense on that irresponsible scumbag.

"No, I may want to tell you the fact that in the next life I have resurrected Miyano Elena...call out the text message that will be sent to Aihara Ai."

"Received, calling out the text message."

After exiting the screen, a beautiful woman with long golden hair scattered behind her ears appeared in front of everyone, wearing a very earthy lady's glasses, a cat smile appeared at the corner of her mouth, and aquamarine eyes. She gestured for victory to the front camera V word.

It's exactly the same, just like the appearance on the only picture that I kept, as if this picture was taken a long time ago, when my mother was still there.

"This is Elena Miyano, I saw her on Moonshade Island."

Sure enough, everyone's IQ at this moment is like an expression, a frozen state of death, without the slightest activity.

What Ke Zi is certain is that if he proposes to resurrect a person, everyone in the world will look like you are not awake, wash and sleep, but only the afterlife fairy will be interested in chatting with him, he will have a big basket. Tell a bunch of facts.

Because everyone just thinks about it, and the next piece of advice is that life needs to look forward.

"It's already eleven o'clock, and all the people in the car are there, Koko Edogawa, Ai Huihara, Akemi Miyano, Shiho Miyano, all are there.

"Starting to renew the vehicle and start internal assembly of excavation and diving accessories."

"Assembled, start to set off—"

Even if the main driver is Ke Zi, but it does not affect the self-driving car of the roadblock, the straight line is towards the coastline, even if the fence in front is directly hitting...

An excavator drill bit was assembled in the front bumper of the car, punching the coastal fence in front of it directly out of a hole, and the whole car washed directly to the sea.

Entering the sea, the car did not leak any water, but the air pressure suddenly changed in a moment, and at the same time the bumpers around the car began to change, forming two screw propellers.

At the same time, words began to appear on the computer in front of him.

[I have to tell you a very sad thing. The inside of the car is scanned by voice and Facebook. All functions are only open to a person in the next life, and there is never any password in the next life]

[Unfortunately to tell you again, even the information you are reading now is false. It was made up by this car idle and bored. The person in the next life will not write super annoying things like a novel outline and wait for others to crack it. ]

[You were fooled]

A mockery from the roadblock!

...

At the ramen stall on the side of the road, Toko was looking at the information sheet in his hand, only to see the photo of the assisting person in front of him suddenly froze, and couldn't help putting his hand on the neckline.

The photo clip worn on the neck at the moment was bought from this boy.

(The three photo folders from the next life in the previous article have one with Ye, and now Toozi also has one in his hand, as for the last one...)

"The next life fairy, a second-year class B student of Mihua Didan Middle School, good at Mandarin and math..."

"Guest, your ramen is here." Qiandu Chinese website www.qianduzw.com

Amuro Toru is about to open the file, and a bowl of ramen is in front of him, with the soup boiled out of big bones. The surface shines with a layer of oil, and the rich fragrance is thousands of times compared to the steak that is almost spit. Times.

Put a layer of garlic and shallots, the fragrance will stimulate the taste buds, Amuro couldn't help putting down the file first, picking up the chopsticks...

Suddenly, he was stopped by the boss in front of him, and Amuro raised his head, only to see the boss's hands clasped together.

The etiquette that is almost forgotten, thank you for giving this enough food in front of you, "I'm going to start!"

The boss smiled relievedly, picked up the towel on the side, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and then slapped it on his shoulder, continuing to hold the ingredients in front of him to continue making.

He opened the mouth and poured the soup first, opened the gate of the taste buds, and began to poison the familiar late night.

With the bottom of the soup, the chopsticks pick up the ramen, the purely hand-made ramen, eats all the way, the heat dissipates most of the heat when it is lifted and dropped, and it is directly delivered to the mouth, and you will feel the grease inside the noodles is liberated and save.

Smooth and tender, this is the skill of a ramen noodle maker, and it will be clearly felt when you enter the mouth. Through the process of chewing, the taste of the noodles is constantly turned back in the mouth, and the last bite is swallowed, carrying the saliva stimulated by the body. Enter the esophagus together.

The breath feels the heat advancing a little bit in the esophagus, and finally falls in the stomach, and the satisfaction is instantly manifested. The stomach just eats a few slices of bread a day and makes a refreshing sound.

"It's delicious."

With a touch of emotion, I used chopsticks to chop the noodles and deliver them to my mouth, together with the soup—wow!

It feels for a moment, but it’s particularly refreshing. This is a kind of cooking texture that can only be enjoyed in Neon. You don’t need to use a fork or cut steak a little bit. It’s just very direct.

With the soup, the noodles rushed into the mouth, and then there was no so-called tasting, it was like a bomb, constantly exploding in his mouth, waiting for the next bite, only to find that the bowl in front of him was empty.

Tou Amuro picked up the tissue next to him and hadn't eaten it for a long time. It was only a while, not even five minutes, a bowl of ramen, sweating profusely, but unexpectedly felt very comfortable and especially comfortable.

"Boss, come again..."

"Here, your ramen."

When I was about to call out another bowl, I had already brought it up in front of me. It was the same ramen, the original soup, and the unexpected fragrance.

It doesn't come from the first bite, but from constant eating. The more you eat, the more flavor you have. The more you eat, the more you feel the body's awakening.

Even after eating the second bowl and connecting to the third bowl, Amuro Tou didn't feel surprised, and continued to eat, but the feeling disappeared after only a short walk after reaching his mouth.

When there were five empty bowls in front of him, Toru Amuro sat down with satisfaction and looked up to the boss sitting down there. The other party was holding a small gu, next to a copy of Yangmei sake and a small plate of sea oysters. .

"Are you full?"

The boss looked at Amurotou in front of him, and the chili oil on his lips had not been wiped clean.

"I'm full, how much is it?"

Tou Amuro was about to take out his wallet. The Japanese yen in it was the kind of brand new big bills, all of which were exchanged at the airport.

"No money, you go."

"Um, boss, I can pay, I..."

Amuro Tou was a little surprised, but he took out a ten thousand neon bill from the wallet and pressed it under the bowl.

"Before you five always came together... well, it's closed. Recently, no one came to eat at night. There was a young boy before, who seemed to be an agent. He would come here often. Eat."

Five people?

Amuro turned his head and carefully identified the boss in front of him. Only then did he remember the other person's appearance. It was the owner of the ramen shop opposite the car repair shop in Hagiwara Ken. He remembered that a few people actually went to eat at that time.

Is it just the other side's ramen restaurant?

"Haha, the ramen shop collapsed two years ago. Maybe it's unwilling. Seeing that the ramen that continues to be popular is all processed by machine, without the soul of hands and noodles, so I just mentioned it. The cart has returned to the street, and hopefully, as in the past, some people may want to taste the taste of the past."

"But it still doesn't work. The noodles are made very quickly. Unlike me, they need to be shaken. The whole is the same as acrobatics, but the heart is longing for the past. But maybe children now like fast food. "

The chair in front of him was put away, and then walked to the curtain position at the door, folded the curtain, and then closed the car plate, waiting for everything to be done, the latches on both sides were put down, and the boss was about to push the stall cart away.

The taste of the past, the fast food of the present, I don't know what is washing my heart, Amuro holding the open folder in his hand, suddenly ran forward a few steps.

In the United States, I eat fast food every day and my mouth is moldy.

"Boss, it will open tomorrow. I'll come to eat ramen. I like your hand-drawn ramen."

On April night, the weather was very cold, and the boss in front of him slowly raised his head.

"I'll be here tomorrow. Come if you like."

After speaking, he continued to push the car forward and left, the bells in the car rang.

Amuro Tou looked at his wallet and didn't like to keep sad things in his heart for too long. Now he considers some positive things, such as...

"It seems that I need to find a temporary job, otherwise the expense of five ramen noodles a day will not last long."