Hong Kong Movie: Pretty Boy and Bad Guy

Chapter 171 Flip ruthlessly
Dong Yi stared at his own face in the rearview mirror, and murmured: "Start shaping the image!"

Instantly, Dong Yi's facial muscles became hot!
He stared at himself in the mirror, and his whole face twisted automatically.

Cheeks, brow tips, eye sockets, lips, nose bridge, and tip of the nose squirmed like they were made of mud.

For a moment, Dong Yi felt that his face seemed to be pinched by many hands, and pulled hard, causing extreme pain.

Until it lasted about 10 minutes, his face changed into another face.

It was a slightly green face with a bit of baby fat, high nose bridge, double eyelids, and playful upturned red lips. She was a beautiful mixed-race girl.

This is the face of the dead woman. Dong Yi carefully observed the reflection in the mirror and couldn't help sighing: "A pretty good foreign girl, it's a pity that she was tortured to death like this, she is really a beauty!"

This time, Dong Yi's face has been transformed into a playful and cute girl's face under the illusion of the system, but it is different from the dead one. First of all, the girl's hair is brown, and her eyes are also brown.

The system can't change this point, but it doesn't matter, the appearance of the deceased has been created, and Dong Yi doesn't bother with these subtle differences, but intends to do what he should do.

Inside a photo studio on the streets of Hong Kong Island...

At this time, a couple of newlyweds were taking their wedding photos.

The photographer was fully engaged, pointing the camera at the two newcomers: "Okay! That's it, keep it up, smile a little, yes! One, two, three..."

Before he finished speaking, a male voice suddenly came from behind: "Boss, I want to take a picture!"

The photographer was displeased, and continued to point the camera at the newlyweds in front of him, and said casually: "Wait a minute, didn't you see I'm busy!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that the expressions of the newlywed couple standing on the background wall in front of them were a bit strange.

I saw that the two of them slowly suppressed their smiles, their eyes slowly opened wide, and then the couple looked at each other with disbelief on their faces.

The photographer, put down the camera in his hand, dissatisfied: "You two, what kind of expressions are you guys making, can you be happy? How do I see it? It doesn't look like you are taking wedding photos, but rather like a ghost!"

The groom grunted, swallowed, pointed behind the photographer, and stammered: "Boss, you...you...behind you..."

Hearing this, the photographer frowned and scratched his head, wondering: "Behind me? What happened behind me?" Turning his head to look, there was a scream!
"I wipe it!

Where the hell did this evildoer come out!

Shemale! "

At this moment, the photographer saw a person behind him, with well-proportioned muscles, and this person was wearing short sleeves, with a masculine look all over his body, but with a beautiful and playful face.

The degree of disobedience frightened him so much that he staggered and sat on the ground with his feet unsteady.

Looking at the man again, he curled his lips impatiently, and said loudly angrily: "What are you looking at, haven't you seen a tall and delicate boy?
A bunch of fussing things, I'm in a hurry, you can shoot or not, I'll go to the next one! "

And the couple swallowed when they heard the words, and the bride said: "How about this, this lady... no, this gentleman, you can take pictures first, we still have a lot of photos to take, you can come first !"

"Then I won't be polite!" Dong Yi came to the background wall while the newlyweds hurriedly stepped aside.

Seeing this, the photographer hurriedly got up from the ground, looked at the strange man in front of him, and asked cautiously, "Sir, how do you want to shoot?"

"Do you have an instant camera!"

"Yes! But I don't recommend using this camera, the effect is not very good!"

"It doesn't affect my appearance, so it's not clear if I'm photographed!"

"That's not true, but the clarity is not as good as that of a camera!"

"It's okay, as long as it can be clearly identified!"

Immediately at Dong Yi's request, the cameraman brought a fast imaging camera, aimed at Dong Yi and asked, "How to shoot!"

"ID photo! Only the head, not the body!"

"Okay, blue background, red background?"

Dong Yi was so impatient: "This background wall is good, that's it!"

Immediately, at the request of the cameraman, Dong Yi straightened his back and looked directly at the camera.

"Okay, that's it, three, two, one!"

With a click, a burst of white light flashed, and a portrait shot out from the bottom of the camera.

After a while, Dong Yi took the photo from the cameraman and saw that the clarity was good, fully showing the real face of the deceased.

Then check out and leave this photo studio and go to another one.

After all, if people saw that he could change his face at will, he would have to be caught as a monster.

Immediately afterwards, Dong Yi returned to the car. With the assistance of the system, he imitated the face of the deceased male and drove to find another photo studio. This time, the photo did not attract much attention from others.

After a while, Dong Yi drove to the square of a commercial street with two photos of the deceased in his hand, and began to look for some street performers.

Look again, in the square where people come and go, there is a booth for one person, sitting on a small bench, this person is wearing a pair of glasses, and there are hand-painted paintings beside him.

This man is a painter who specializes in painting portraits for people on the street to make a living, just when he was bored and waited for a rabbit.

A person came to him and patted his shoulder.

The painter subconsciously looked up at the person next to him, stroked his glasses and asked hurriedly: "Sir, what's the matter?
Want me to paint your portrait? "

Dong Yi nodded, squatted down, took out two photos and handed them over.

Seeing this, the man took it, and immediately understood Dong Yi's meaning: "Sir, do you want me to draw the two people in this photo?"

"Yes, but you need to modify it in some places!"

"How to modify?"

"I think you are all sketches, I don't know if you can paint!"

The artist nodded quickly after hearing the words: "Yes, but painting is more expensive than sketching!"

"Okay! But I want you to change the color of the hair of these two people to brown, and the color of the eyes, and the color of the skin to be Caucasian!"

"It's easy, as long as you master the colors well when painting, is there any other requirement?"

"Yes, I don't need any artistic processing, it is 100% restored according to the photo!"

The painter nodded: "Don't worry, but painting will take more time than sketching!"

"It's okay, I can wait for you here!"

Immediately, the painter brought Dong Yi a small bench specially prepared for customers, sat down, and then began to draw carefully according to the two photos.

Just like that, Dong Yi sat quietly, and the painter drew carefully, and the two of them became a corner of the ordinary street in this city, the picture scroll of people's life.

In the noisy street, Dong Yi is surrounded by figures busy with life.

Pairs of hurried feet slid past the two of them, there were familiar shouts and sales, and the car whistled.

The two of them remained unmoved, one was drawing seriously, and the other was watching seriously.

Finally, after nearly four hours of waiting, two lifelike painted portraits appeared before Dong Yi's eyes.

Dong Yi held two paintings in his hand, nodded, and couldn't help but exclaimed: "It really looks like it!"

"Sir, you can go to a coffee shop or somewhere else, why do you have to wait with me under the sun!" the painter wondered.

"No way, human life is at stake, don't be sloppy!"

(End of this chapter)