But what if you give it a whole night?

Midong reclined in an armchair and stepped on the round table with her legs wide grinning. She pulled a cigarette slip out of her pocket and put it in her mouth, and a moment later, smoke billowed.

Miyamoto Moko stood aside, slightly frowning and said, "If your lung disease just now was due to smoking......"

"Shut up."

Of course, Midong only took three or four puffs before extinguishing the cigarette butt. Then she let out a hoarse sigh of relief, leaned lazily back in her chair, and glanced at the girl next to her.

It's really, exactly the same.

With a goose egg face, melon seed chin, delicate and quiet facial features, there is a kind of versatile style, and the elegant hair bun and pink trench coat are extremely prominent. If she hadn't witnessed it with her own eyes, Mei Dong would have found it hard to believe that she could dress up as a wealthy daughter with her own posture.

"Let me think about it, you said you wanted to help me neutralize the suspicion, it should be to impersonate me to go outside and talk to those two policemen, right?"

Midong revealed the truth in one word: "After all, although you can tell me the off-site certificate directly, if the police interrogate me in detail, I am still likely to be exposed." Only you went there in person, and since you were in a different place at the time, no matter how you asked, you would definitely be able to answer it fluently, right? ”

"Exactly."

Mozi smiled and nodded: "Since the Meiji era, the Japanese police have been very powerful. I don't dare to guarantee the quality of police officers from other countries, or even from other parts of my country, but as far as the detectives in Tokyo are concerned, no one dares to be easily fooled. ”

"From life, our country is flooded with speculative novels and Conan-kun...... Hey. ”

Mito smiled and looked at Miyamoto Moko with interest.

And the latter was looked at by Meidong for a while.

There is no other reason, because Midong herself is also very awkward.

Think about what it feels like to be swept by another self, another rogue self, watching it?

On the other hand, what does it feel like to stare at your other self until you look nervous and shy, and then you are also witnessing this scene?

The logic is a bit of a twist, but that's exactly what happened.

Miyamoto Moko is really close to covering her body with her hands.

"Hey, sure enough, let's take off our clothes."

Then suddenly, Midong broke the news.

"Huh? Huh!? Eh!? ”

Poor lady Wen Ya, this time she really raised her arms, and she was just one step away, which was to protect her hands on her chest!

"So, since you keep saying that you are the only daughter in the family......"

Midong stood up and had already zipped up her long skirt: "Then we look so similar, we must only be explained by clones, right?" So since it's a clone......"

Speaking of this, Midong's originally evil smile suddenly became much more condensed, and she even closed her mouth.

"Hmm...... Makes sense, but you're ...... all of a sudden."

Having said that, watching the other self standing in front of him, stripping off his clothes with his hands and feet, the visual impact is absolutely extraordinary. Miyamoto Moko's face was red, but seeing that Mito's underwear was left in the blink of an eye, she had to slowly unbutton her pink woolen trench coat and start her stripping business.

In this way, Midong was dressed in black bra bottoms, with her hands on her waist, staring at a pair of beautiful big eyes, staring at this girl who fell from the sky like a little white rabbit with a strange expression.

The snow-white and flawless beautiful legs are slender, and the slim figure is neither tall nor short, but there are only a few raised pimples missing on the face. The eldest lady of a wealthy family who can open a high-end suite in a high-end hotel will naturally have better skin maintenance than Meidong, and this difference must be the day after tomorrow.

But that's it.

Moko Miyamoto, who was dressed in white underwear, was targeted by Midong as if she was picking.

"The ......"

Mozi was uncomfortable, as if he was not facing a girl of the same sex, who looked exactly like herself, but a salty and wet uncle.

"A very serious question, Miyamoto."

After a while, Midong spoke, "This year is 2037, right?" ”

Mozi was stunned for a moment: "Yes, what's wrong?" ”

"Well, it's fine."

Midong is just for confirmation.

The five fingers of Midong's left hand shook as if she were playing a piano, and then she began to look around, but looking at her incomprehensible eyes, it was almost as if she wondered if there would be a ghost in the wall.

Miyamoto Moko stood aside and watched, feeling even more surprised, but Midong didn't pay any attention to it.

Because Midong has her own troubles to work on.

In 2037.

There is an extremely important secret that Midon has never revealed to anyone. And the reason why she didn't reveal it was not only because of the question of whether others would believe it, but also because there was no need for that at all.

Because her new life is on track, growing up from a baby little by little, Midong never feels like she is in the future.

This is normal.

The rebirth in the objective timeline follows death, which means that in addition to the change in age, she is equivalent to living in a foreign country directly, which is essentially different from the rebirth party in the traditional sense. The latter often either goes back to the past, or travels through another world, or wakes up after sleeping for thousands of years, how can an actor like Meidong rush to resurrect his soul?

Of course, considering that this concept only exists in literary and artistic works, it is something that the author can set up however he wants, and Meidong has never been just a pleasure to watch. Who would have thought that this scene could really happen to them?

She is 20 years old this year, and in fact, it is no problem to understand that she is in her early forties, and she should be maintained and beagulated from the inside out.

Therefore, because her rebirth is just a simple "escape from death", Midong has never looked at the world from the perspective of God as a "rebirth party that has traveled to the past".

But why did all of a sudden, this society, which I was very familiar with, become so weird?

"In Japan in 2017, there was a secret plan to clon humans...... and technology? ”

"Huh!?"

Poor Miyamoto Moko, where does she know what Midong is thinking, and she can't keep up with the other party's brain circuits at all.

"So, you're so sure you don't have twins, and we look exactly the same......"

Midong stepped on her slender legs, her white jade feet stepped on the carpet, and her body was exactly the same as that of Miyamoto Moko, and she took two steps forward.

Two steps is two steps, and two steps if there is nothing to do.

Two feet was enough for her to get close to Moko Miyamoto.

"By the way, your surname is Miyamoto?"

"yes......"

An extremely strange thought came to Midong's mind, and she grinned and glanced at the trousers on the floor, where she held her phone.

"The financial news I just watched in the past two days is that the Miyamoto Pharmaceutical Group in Shizuoka Prefecture went public in the United States, with a market value of $80 billion on the first day. The name of the chairman of the group, that is, the chairman, is Miyamoto Ryuzo. In addition, the corporate financial reports seen on Wall Street show that most of the group's shares are controlled by a bunch of people surnamed Miyamoto, with a cumulative 70% of the quota......"

Mito opened her slender lotus arms and put her arms on Miyamoto's pink shoulders, her eyes swept over the simple pendant on her neck, which was also made by Tiffany, and stared at her pure, immaculate eyes with a beautiful temperament.

"Don't tell me you're the third generation of their family."

At this moment, the air absolutely froze, because Midong completely lost the ability to breathe, and survived only on the last air in the lung cavity.

Until a touch of fragrance and burning snort came to the face.

"As you say......"

She smiled softly and bitterly, opened her mouth lightly, and spit out another scorching breath of incense: "But of course I don't have a shareholding, and the women of the Miyamoto family are not in power." ”