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Chapter 39 Tattoo girl?
The computer was turned on, and inside was a young man in a black sweater, sunglasses and a mask, who came out with a box.

The security guard was dozing off at the time, so the young man took the box away without any effort.

Professor Cao opened the cabinet, and immediately there was a note.

It has a picture of a clown on it.

The clown pulled down the lid of his left eye with one finger, as if making a face.

"How come..." Zhao Yan was also stunned.

Professor Cao's face was ugly: "Xiao Zhao, I will try my best to make up for your loss, I..."

"Professor Cao pause for a moment." Zhao Yan approached the screen and said.

"What?" Professor Cao was puzzled, but he still followed what Zhao Yan said, and at this moment, in front of everyone, this man's wrist was immediately magnified.

It looks like a chain, but the man actually has what appears to be some kind of tattoo on his arm.

"I got this tattoo on Douyin before." Cao Xue turned on Douyin, and there was a video of a tattoo artist showing off his work.

"The black dragon is the Candle Dragon in the Classic of Mountains and Seas. People who use candle dragons as tattoos are usually young people. Older people know that candle dragons are an ominous symbol." Professor Cao pushed his glasses.

"So this internet celebrity tattoo artist may know the identity of this person?" Zhao Yan said.

Professor Cao's expression was serious: "Yes..."

Zhao Yan didn't say anything about the elixir of life. After all, his father didn't want to disclose this secret. If he did, his father's spirit in heaven might not agree.

Outside of school, Zhao Yan planned to go to the commercial street alone, because the tattoo artist opened a tattoo office on the commercial street.

"Sorry, I didn't expect my dad to lose it." Cao Xue said.

Zhao Yan smiled: "It's okay, it's just a box, I'll go and have a look now...if I can't find it, forget it."

"Shall I go with you?" Cao Xue said.

Zhao Yan thought for a while: "I'll go by myself. After all, the commercial street is very chaotic. I heard that there are quite a lot of gangsters..."

It's all about this, but Zhao Yan didn't expect Zhao Yan to think about herself, which moved Cao Xue very much. She said, "Well, then I'll go to the advertising printing shop and get the leaflets and posters."

"I send you?"

"No, I have my own little eDonkey."

……

Zhao Yan came to the commercial street, and the surrounding area was still very prosperous.

Commercial No. [-] Street is the busiest and busiest place in the entire Jiangcheng.

There are many gold and jade brand stores, as well as many luxury stores, and you can see some antiques and jewelry stalls everywhere.

This place is the most expensive place in Jiangcheng. At the same time, there is a legend in Jiangcheng that whoever controls the traffic on the No. [-] commercial street will be the veritable No. [-] entrepreneur in Jiangcheng.

Zhao Yan parked the car in the parking lot, and when he got out of the car, he saw the internet celebrity tattoo shop.

At this time, many people had already stopped by the door to watch.

Zhao Yan walked over, but there were many tattoo artists busy inside. Zhao Yan glanced at the price, and hey, the price of this place is quite expensive.

A gum-chewing tattooist walks up, with short pink hair and hip-hop clothes.

"Tattoo? By appointment?"

"I heard that candle dragon tattoos are very popular here." Zhao Yan sat down and gave the tattoo artist a tip of 200 yuan without saying a word.

The tattoo artist knew at a glance that Zhao Yan was a "good man", so he discussed it enthusiastically. He thought that Zhao Yan wanted to have a tailor-made tattoo.

In that case, this set of tattoos is at least five figures, and even a little wider, that is six figures.

All in all, it seems like a big deal.

"There are not many Candle Dragon tattoos. After all, Candle Dragon is a dragon of disaster. Although it looks good, it has a bad meaning. If you want a dragon shape, I recommend you five-clawed golden dragon, and then color it." The tattoo artist smiled. "Of course, don't worry, our pigments are all natural pigments, and they won't hurt your body."

"No way, the dragon of disaster? Then why do I see that many people have candle dragon tattoos?" Zhao Yan didn't ask directly, but asked through words.

After all, he has been a lawyer, and his research on dialogue skills is quite thorough.

"Haha, how many people? Brother, just kidding, this year there are only ten tattoos, all of them are good." The tattoo artist laughed.

Zhao Yan took out his mobile phone, and this was the photo taken from the surveillance camera before: "I think this buddy's tattoo is pretty good, he looks handsome in a sweater."

"This person..." The tattooist's eyes widened, "Fart! This is a girl!"

"Impossible!" Zhao Yan said.

"Also, don't look at the fact that I find different clients for tattoos every day, but each client's tattoo will be different. Let's just say that the tattoo is done. Some people are crouching dragons, some are Xianglong, and the posture of each dragon is also different. It’s different, and the sister’s Candle Dragon is the Dragon King with four horns.” The tattoo artist said, “But I was also surprised at the time, she didn’t take anesthesia during the whole process, and she didn’t cry out in pain. She was stunned."

"I like such a girl with personality, do you have contact information?" Zhao Yan smiled and pretended that he wanted to pursue her.

The tattoo artist laughed loudly: "Forget it, buddy, let me tell you, this girl is not something you can just chase after, she...is the eldest lady of Longteng Martial Arts, and she is very skillful."

"Long Teng? Is it the uncle who was broadcast on the news a while ago and said he won the first prize in national martial arts?" Zhao Yan said.

The tattoo artist laughed and scolded: "That's her father!"

"Okay! Playing ball, he is still an old man practicing family!" Zhao Yan threw another 500 yuan to the tattoo artist, "Let me think about it, I will come to you again after I think about the pattern."

"Come on! Then go slowly and wait for you!" The tattoo artist smiled at Zhao Yan.

As soon as Zhao Yan came out of the tattoo parlor, his eyes became cold: "Could it be Wang Zhong's people? No...Wang Zhong only knows some ruffians. If you come to Fengzhen, people from the martial arts school can find me."

No matter what, Zhao Yan still planned to go and have a look.

But as soon as Zhao Yan left, the tattoo artist laughed playfully at this time, he turned on the phone and said, "Sister Shuangshuang, today a buddy said that he wanted to chase you, and he seems to be a practicing family... Isn't your father always worried about you?" Can't get married? Brother can only help you here."

A woman's voice came from the phone: "Fuck, who is it? Finally someone found out about my mother!"

"It's a handsome guy, driving a commercial vehicle, it seems to be heading towards your martial arts school now, you owe me a coffee." The tattooist smiled.

"Okay, I'll treat you and Haozi to a hot pot later!" The other end of the phone hung up.

(End of this chapter)