Conan: I Am Not a Snake Spirit

"The dislocation of the lumbar spine has not yet healed," Chi Feichi replied, "It will probably take a while to move around in a wheelchair."

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"Lumbar dislocation?" Anshitou was a little surprised, and countless stories of "severely injured and paralyzed after falling from a horse" flashed back in his mind, "Then you'd better stay in bed and not run around, right? Long-term flight will not affect the recovery of the lumbar spine. The good thing is that this kind of injury is no different than others, and if you are not careful, it may leave a lifetime of sequelae."

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"Don't worry, the spinal cord and nerves haven't been injured, just keep it for a while," Chi Feichi said calmly, "I took a special plane back, I was lying on the road, and I was in a wheelchair after getting off the plane. Now I'm going to eat. thing."

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"Haven't you eaten lunch on the plane?" Amuro turned to look at the ramen shop not far away, and leaned back against the wall, "What a coincidence, I happened to be at the ramen shop you recommended to me. Eat. It's the 'to die for delicious' Kokura ramen shop, do you want to come over? You called me this call. If anyone knows we met at the ramen shop, it's said that I took something important before I left. Received the pet hospital warehouse, after you return to Japan, call me to confirm, and then make an appointment to have dinner at the ramen restaurant in Cupido Town, what is the reason?"

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"Ok," Chi Feichi felt that this reason was fine, he and Amuro had not seen each other for a long time, and it would be fine to have a meal together, "but you have to wait for me for about 20 minutes, I just want the driver to drive and help Bring your luggage home, and I'll get off the bus halfway to find you."

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"It doesn't matter if I wait for a while*, you don't have to hurry, pay attention to safety on the road."

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Toru Amuro hung up the phone and thoughtfully turned back to the ramen shop.

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He could be considered as a consultant to pick up the plane in disguise, but his bowl of noodles was definitely uneatable after 20 minutes of soaking. How could he get the more serious saleswoman to accept him and prepare to order noodles again later...

"Bah!"

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Behind the half-closed door of the ramen shop, there was a sudden sound of broken porcelain, interrupting Toru Amuro's thoughts.

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A man's roar soon came from the store, "You guys are too much! This is ramen ordered by other customers, you..."

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Toru Amuro walked to the door of the store and first looked at the situation in the store.

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In the corner of the bar, the bowl of noodles he ate before, but not much of it, is gone. There was a broken noodle bowl next to the seat, and the soup and noodles were spilled on the ground.

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When he left the store, the young man who entered the door stood beside him, facing the angry store owner with a casual sneer on his face.

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One of the saw-headed yellow-haired men said with a smile, "Don't be angry, how do we know if the guest still wants to eat this bowl of ramen?"

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"Have I already told you?" The young female clerk was so angry that her eyebrows stood on end, and she stared at the two young men with her hands on her hips, "I told you that the customers there are just going to the bathroom, so you can find another seat! "

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"But we want to sit here," the saw-headed man who spoke earlier said with a smile, "Since the person is not here, we don't know if the person will come back. It's okay to change positions?"

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"We just wanted to move this noodle bowl away. Who knew the bowl would be so slippery that it fell to the ground accidentally," another young man looked at the soup bowl on the ground and jumped to the side with exaggerated movements. " Oops, you didn't even wash the bowls, leaving oil stains on the bottom of the bowls, right?"  …. .

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