Baiyan Incident: Drugstore Street Chapter

Once a tattoo is pierced into the skin one by one, it may also be pierced into the life of the body and become an indelible mark in a lifetime.

The waiting person hasn't arrived yet.

In a private room not facing the street at the end of the corridor on the second floor of the tea room, Bai Yan was sitting alone on a tatami futon, fiddling with a small teacup in his hand.The frozen top oolong he ordered has been brewed five or six times, and now the color of the soup is almost invisible.

Bai Yan became a little impatient, he raised his hand and looked at his watch - whenever Bai Yan raised his hand, the tattoo pattern on his wrist would be revealed from the cuff of the silver-gray shirt.But what outsiders can see all the time is only the small part of the pattern—because Bai Yan only wears long-sleeved shirts.

It is said that what was stabbed on Bai Yan's body was a Zen-tangle painting, which spread out like vines from his entire back, passed over his shoulder blades and collarbone, coiled around his arms, and spread to his wrists.Engraved in the center of the back was the face of a half-demon, half-Buddha, and the vines were the stems and leaves of some barbed plant--the plant with its There are densely packed flowers, and each flower looks like a smiling face when you look closely, a smiling face dripping with blood-red tears.Anyone who sees this pattern will probably gasp.But fortunately, almost no one has seen Bai Yan's naked body, or in other words, no living person has seen it.

When Bai Yan looked at his watch again - the other party was already three quarters of an hour late, which was a great humiliation to him.

The person Bai Yan was waiting for was the owner of a nightclub two streets away—today was the customary day to send regular money.The owners of the nightclubs, bars, and cafes on these two streets gave this man named Bai Yan regular interest every month, and Bai Yan was responsible for their business safety—this was the simple and easy-to-understand relationship between them.No one can easily break the rules, but now, Bai Yan feels a bit like a beggar waiting for a handout.

Just when Bai Yan was about to get up to end the waiting, there was a crisp clacking sound of clogs stepping on the floor outside the door—it was the tea waiter who came up.Bai Yan sat back for the time being, and an "interesting" idea suddenly popped up in his mind - he would wait to hear what kind of explanation the nightclub owner was going to give him, and then call his subordinates in front of him, Then, while refilling tea for the nightclub owner, he broadcast live how those people smashed his shop.Thinking of this, Bai Yan became extremely interested in the next thing - it is really necessary to let the boss know who is at the top of the food chain.

The door of the Japanese-style private room had already been tapped twice, and Bai Yan said softly, "Come in."

The person - indeed came, but not the one Bai Yan was waiting for - not only not the one he was waiting for, but also the person who should not appear at this moment.

Bai Yan opened his mouth, but couldn't utter a word. He stared blankly at the man, watching him take off his wrinkled leather shoes under the steps in the dirt outside, and when he entered the house, he turned around and closed the door. He casually took a futon and sat down opposite Bai Yan.I saw the man shouting that it was so hot, he picked up the teapot and drank it directly to his mouth without any notice.

"It's really - rude -" Bai Yan said to himself in a very small voice to ensure that the other party could not hear clearly.

This way of drinking tea—no, to be precise, it should be called drinking, drinking the drink of livestock—is enough for Bai Yan to bear, but the most unbearable thing is the smell of sweat coming from the man.

"Zhan sir—" Bai Yan frowned and looked at the person in front of him. If this person took off his current outfit and walked on the street, no one would marry him just because of his appearance and demeanor. Associated with the profession of police.

No, when it comes to appearance, let's talk with conscience - if Bai Yan has a conscience - Bai Yan thinks that this policeman named Zhan Qingyun is quite attractive.Nearly thirty years old, his body showed no signs of gaining weight. The black tight-fitting T-shirt issued by the police station seemed to be one size smaller, and it was tightly wrapped around his body, allowing the muscles of his upper arms, back shoulders and abdomen to fit properly. revealed.

But Bai Yan didn't like his stubble, he didn't understand why some people could not shave for more than two days.At this time, Bai Yan never expected that in the not-too-distant days, the smell of sweat on this man's body and his messy stubble would make him addicted to the point where he couldn't extricate himself—when Bai Yan suddenly found himself using "like" and When the words "dislike" were used to describe and evaluate each other, even he himself was taken aback.

Bai Yan is a member of the underworld organization in this area, he can be regarded as a small leader, in the words of the police - the leader.And this person in front of him, no matter how Bai Yan questioned and denied his identity, he was still a veritable policeman.

"Sir Zhan——I have an appointment——" Bai Yan said lightly, and subconsciously, Bai Yan pulled down the sleeve of his shirt so that the cuff covered his wrist.The hidden ones, besides the watch, are the tattoos that Bai Yan doesn't want to show others—especially the person in front of him who doesn't want to see—after all, even he himself can't explain the reason.

"I know—" Zhan Qingyun put the teapot down, squeezed a small pink tea dot that looked crystal clear from the small bamboo tray, and threw it into his mouth.

"So, if you want to drink tea—" Bai Yan shrugged and slapped his chin, and the tea server waiting outside the Japanese room door gently opened the door.

"From today onwards, the private room next door is waiting for you at any time. They have newly introduced a batch of quite good Tanyang black tea. I really recommend you to try it. Besides, you look a little tired today—" Bai Yan glanced at the tea. Seeing the tea server kneeling at the door of the tea room wearing a kimono.Speaking of which, the young girls who are called tea servers in the private room, serving guests and making tea is just their side job.At this time, as if deliberately cooperating with Bai Yan's thoughts, there were bursts of groaning and humming sounds from some private room and corridor.

"No, no, this is your fault—" Zhan Qingyun probably heard the movement clearly, he changed the topic, and said with something in his mouth.But as soon as he chewed the snack a few times, he stopped talking. Seeing his teeth sticking to the glutinous rice snack and unable to swallow or spit it out, and his cheeks twitching, Bai Yan almost burst out laughing—— —However, what Zhan Qingyun said next made Bai Yan unable to laugh.

"No need to wait, the person you're waiting for won't come—" Zhan Qingyun finally swallowed the damn snack with a sip of tea, and then took another big sip before continuing, "I feel sorry for you, so you Look, I don't want you to wait alone all afternoon, and then come here to drink this tea with you—"

"So, can the police be so idle now—" Bai Yan already had a bad feeling in his heart, and the words "distressed" and "deliberately" in the other party's mouth were obviously teasing him.

"The reason why I can be so idle here, can't I thank you? My Bai Yan?" Zhan Qingyun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile.But even though he was smiling, what Zhan Qingyun said didn't bring any warmth, so Bai Yan didn't think it was funny at all, and even a chill hit his back - just as Zhan Qingyun said - he was It shouldn't appear here, and all of this is thanks to Bai Yan.Even Bai Yan knew very well in his heart that Zhan Qingyun had enough reasons to hate him.

If it weren't for Bai Yan, Zhan Qingyun should be in the fourth group of the Star City Anti-Drug Administration——Haiyin Special Service Team, directing the investigation in the office headquartered in New Star City, with IRONQ, SLOWMAN, and even the notorious drug lord K Zhou Xuan - this is definitely not Bai Yan's imagination - Bai Yan firmly believes that the Zhan Qingyun he knows has this ability, and there is no doubt about it.But now, Zhan Qingyun has to sweat and wander in these dirty alleys and dirty alleys full of sewage - he works in the most unpopular sweeping department in the police station - day and night Deal with those ______ cowgirls, arrest them in ______, receive fifteen days of education and send them back, wait for them to come back to their old jobs soon after, and then repeat the cycle.

"Did you copy that nightclub?" Bai Yan asked, but at this moment he had lost his usual domineering vigor, and he even lacked confidence in his words.

"Otherwise?" Zhan Qingyun leaned over from the small table, suddenly grabbed Bai Yan's wrist tightly, and pulled Bai Yan towards himself.

"Cat and mouse, isn't that justified? Do you think I'm avenging myself? My Baiyan?" When Zhan Qingyun called him "my Baiyan" again, Bai Yan's body was about to collapse. Trembling in control.

An inexplicable and huge sense of fear seized him—this was something he had never experienced before, or this was something he had experienced before—pieces of eye-catching colors rolled in the depths of Bai Yan’s mind, They have no fixed shape, but are dazzlingly intertwined like thousands of snakes and insects.Bai Yan was eager to break free, but compared to Zhan Qingyun's physique, his struggle seemed like a spoiled child.

Zhan Qingyun's face was getting closer and closer to him, at this moment, Bai Yan could already clearly feel the heat of his breath.The colors in my mind rushed towards Bai Yan more and more clearly, crimson, azure, jet black, ochre-each color was whipped on Bai Yan's body like a whip soaked in water-the pain, once experienced If you pass, you will never forget it.Behind every sting, there was a voice calling out in a low voice—"My Baiyan".Just when Bai Yan had closed his eyes and was about to give up resisting and let the other party punch him in the face, Zhan Qingyun stopped.

When Bai Yan opened his eyes slightly again, he found that Zhan Qingyun had a puzzled expression on his face, staring at the tattoo on his wrist.

Just when Zhan Qingyun was in a daze, Bai Yan pulled out his hand, grabbed the suit jacket on the hanger, and staggered out of the teahouse almost in a wasteland.He was really frightened, not because of Zhan Qingyun, but because of the images that just flashed through his mind.

What are those tattoos?What are those creepy colors?

Why?Why do those colors overlap with Zhan Qingyun's face?

Bai Yan felt that he had escaped far enough, but the voice still seemed to remain behind him—my Bai Yan.