Boss, he is no longer a man

In fact, tattoos are not absolutely good or absolutely bad.

Although there were facial tattoos and engravings on criminals in ancient times, there are also stories about General Yue Fei's back tattooing.Some ethnic minorities even consider facial tattoos to be beautiful.

So in the final analysis, tattoos still depend on personal hobbies and choices.

Moreover, with the opening up of the times and society, some Western tattoo habits have gradually been introduced to China, and young people are very fond of them.Tattoos are also becoming more and more common.

But the rules that should be said must be said.

Holding Bai Yaoyuan's mobile phone, Han Nanjun looked at Bai Yuanliang's news about tattoos in Moments, and said strangely: "Bai Yuanliang seems to have a lot of research and understanding of tattoos, and he also said in this message' Tattoos cannot be tattooed: Buddha, Bodhisattva, Guan Er, ordinary people can’t bear it’. He himself understands that he can’t bear this truth, so why dare to tattoo a black dragon on his back? Molong can’t be tattooed casually, right?”

Bai Yaoyuan glanced at the traffic lights, "Either I think I can handle it, or I don't know if I was killed by someone. Just go to this studio and have a look."

Han Nanjun nodded and continued to look at Bai Yuanliang's circle of friends.

Jiaojiao sat on Han Nanjun's lap and took Han Nanjun's arm to look at the tattoo examples in Bai Yuanliang's circle of friends with him.

"Father Yuan, you should get a tattoo too!" Jiaojiao looked at her and suddenly said.

Han Nanjun was surprised, "Why did you tell your father Yuan to get a tattoo instead of asking me to get a tattoo?"

Jiaojiao glanced at Han Nanjun, and said confidently: "Papa Yuan is crazy. It is normal to have tattoos, but it will feel weird if Dad has tattoos. Little aunt said that it is temperament that determines everything!"

"Pfft." Bai Yaoyuan couldn't hold back, he put his hands on the steering wheel and laughed out loud.

Han Nanjun squinted his eyes speechlessly, gently pinched Jiaojiao's cold little face and rubbed it.

Jiaojiao screamed from being rubbed.

After a fight, Bai Yaoyuan parked the car at the entrance of an alley that seemed to be populated by many people.

After getting out of the car with Jiaojiao in his arms, Han Nanjun took a look at the very "fireworks" environment, feeling a little unreal.

"The tattoo studio is really in here?"

Bai Yaoyuan looked at the address with his mobile phone and nodded, "If the address is correct, I am looking for the right one. Come on, go in and have a look."

After Bai Yaoyuan finished speaking, he took Jiaojiao from Han Nanjun's hand and let her ride on his neck, then took Han Nanjun's hand and entered the alley with him.

Today's weather is not good, a little gloomy.The two of them walked in the long alley, and it felt like it was already dark.

On the balconies on both sides of the alley, occasionally there were people standing, but now they all leaned on the iron railings and looked down at them, with scrutiny and suspicion in their eyes.

There are also high and low clotheslines on both sides of the alley, and some bed sheets and clothes are hung on them.

When Bai Yaoyuan led Jiaojiao through the bottom, Jiaojiao had to bend her body and bow her head.

"The guy on the balcony on the second floor on the right has a snake tattoo on his wrist. The guy next door to him smokes on the balcony with his sleeves rolled up. He seems to have a tattoo of a skull on his arm." Han Nanjun walked beside Bai Yaoyuan and said in a low voice.

Bai Yaoyuan lazily raised his head and glanced at the people Nanjun mentioned, then turned his head and whispered to Nanjun, "What kind of way do you go, what kind of tattoos. There are not many good people living in this alley."

Snake tattoos on wrists are all thieves as the old saying goes, and anyone who dares to tattoo skulls is taking their lives.

Han Nanjun glanced at the two of them again, and nodded calmly.

After walking for a while, the two saw a black sign not far away, with the words "Tattoos" written on it.

The simple ones are a bit crude.

Bai Yaoyuan and Han Nanjun looked at each other and walked in.

After entering the door and pulling open the heavy curtain, a pungent smell came over her face, Jiaojiao quickly pinched her nose.

The two adults wrinkled their noses unconsciously and looked into the room.

This studio is really not very particular.

When you enter the door, you will find two folding beds that are the same as those in the hospital. The blue disposable sheets on them are very dirty, which makes Bai Yaoyuan feel uncomfortable.There are also several easels next to the folding bed.

The whole studio is not too big, just two rooms, and some raw materials are scattered in the cabinets on the surrounding walls.

However, although the environment is not very good, the illustrations hanging on the wall are very artistic.

There are a few paintings that look very majestic, but it makes this humble tattoo studio look a bit unusual.

At this moment, a long-haired man was drawing something in front of the easel in the studio. After seeing Bai Yaoyuan and the others coming in with a child, he looked at them strangely: "Bring a child for tattoo?"

Nanjun straight to the point, "It's not a tattoo."

The long-haired man put down the paintbrush in his hand, and looked at the two of them carefully again, "It's not a tattoo? It's just asking for news?"

"Do you know Bai Yuanliang?"

The long-haired man sneered, "He, who doesn't know anyone in this Nine Dragons alley? Every day, relying on his surname Bai, he can't wait to walk sideways in the alley."

Bai Yaoyuan and Han Nanjun were not surprised by the news.

The long-haired man said again: "Who are you two? Creditors?"

"He owes money?" Han Nanjun frowned.

The long-haired man washed his hands in the sink by the side of the house, tied his hair into a ball on the back of his head, and then took out a cigarette: "I don't know the details, but I just heard from Longzi and the others that he went to I asked the third child for help before."

"Can I smoke?" The long-haired man glanced at Jiaojiao when he was about to light a cigarette.

Jiaojiao blinked, "You smoke."

The long-haired man laughed, "The little girl is quite cute, how old is she?"

"Five years old!"

The long-haired man lowered his head and lit his cigarette, took a puff and said, "Are you policemen? What happened to Bai Yuanliang? But now the policemen are so handsome?"

Han Nanjun didn't answer directly, but asked: "Bai Yuanliang tattooed an ink dragon on your place? And who are the dragon son and the third child you just mentioned?"

The long-haired man spit out eye circles, he couldn't laugh or cry, "It's just him, Mo Long? I don't even bother to give him a hand."

Han Nanjun frowned suspiciously.

"Are you the police?" The long-haired man looked at the two suspiciously, "Why are you asking so many questions?"

Bai Yaoyuan lowered his eyes, took out the wallet from his purse, and waved at the long-haired man.

The long-haired man stared at him for a while: "Hey, consultant of the Special Cases Office? What happened to Bai Yuanliang?"

Bai Yaoyuan's tone was cold, "Then you have to ask what exactly your master tattooed on his back."

The long-haired man was stunned for a moment, a look of unnaturalness flashed across his face, he took another puff of cigarette and said, "What does this police officer mean? I am the only one in my studio."

Jiaojiao grabbed Bai Yaoyuan's hair, and said crisply: "Liar, there is an old grandfather in the back room!"

Han Nanjun looked at the curtain leading to another room in the studio.

Bai Yaoyuan and Jiaojiao's physiques are different, they both said that there is someone, so it must be true.

And...he also felt that the person behind the curtain seemed to have a strange aura.

The long-haired man gave Jiaojiao a funny look, "You're pretty good."

Jiaojiao snorted, squinted her eyes and looked at him for a while, then said, "Gui Leng took the bed."

The long-haired man frowned: "Huh?"

At this time, the curtain connected to another room was opened, and a stooped old man with gray hair and glasses walked in.

Han Nanjun narrowed his eyes in an instant - why does this old man have a spirit of spirit?

The old man who came out took a serious look at Bai Yaoyuan and Han Nanjun, and said to the long-haired man, "Xiao Xu, go and pour tea for the two masters."

The long-haired man was still frowning and wanted to say something, but the old man who came out gave him a hard look, so the long-haired man had no choice but to stifle the cigarette in his hand, and reluctantly went to the back to pour tea.

The old man found a stool for the two of them and let them sit down, and the long-haired man came out with tea.

The old man pulled the long-haired man and said, "Xiao Xu, let the little girl show you."

The long-haired man named Xiao Xu said "Huh?" very puzzled, feeling that his master was just teasing him.

Jiaojiao was hugged by Bai Yaoyuan at this moment, and after hearing what the old man said, she tilted her head and asked, "Grandpa, do you know that I was giving him orders just now?"

The old man coughed twice, and Xiao Xu quickly patted him on the back.

"The little apprentice is ignorant, so I apologize to the experts on his behalf."

Xiao Xu frowned: "Expert? They are policemen, what are you talking about, Master?"

After Bai Yaoyuan sized up the old man for a while, he suddenly laughed, "So it's the second child of the Zhang family."

The old man waved his hand: "I have already been expelled from the family."

Han Nanjun turned to look at Bai Yaoyuan in surprise after hearing Bai Yaoyuan's "Zhang family's second child".

Bai Yaoyuan shook his hand and nodded, "It's the Zhang family who is very good at drawing, and they specialize in painting to nourish their spirits. During the Republic of China, they were very popular and were sought after by many powerful families. Talented descendants are gradually declining."

Han Nanjun followed up and said: "However, more than ten years ago, Zhang Yuanshan of Zhangjiaxing No. [-] suddenly came out of the sky, and drew many exquisite pictures of beauties. The beauties in those paintings are not only able to move, but also in the darkest place at midnight. Sometimes, you can walk down from the painting and spend a good night with the person who bought the painting.

Since then, the Zhang family has become famous again.But the good times didn’t last long. Suddenly one day, Zhang Yuanshan announced that he would close his pen. In the same year, the Zhang family worshiped the ancestors and opened the ancestral hall, officially removing Zhang Yuanshan from the genealogy.From then on, there was no such person as Zhang Yuanshan in the Zhang family, and Zhang Yuanshan also disappeared from everyone's sight. "

After Han Nanjun finished speaking, he looked at the gray-haired old man in front of him, "I didn't expect Zhang Yuanshan to open a tattoo shop in this alley!?"

Not only Han Nanjun was shocked, but also Xiao Xu next to Zhang Yuanshan.He opened his mouth wide and looked at his master, "Master, master..."

Zhang Yuanshan smiled, "Oh, it's a long time ago, don't say it, don't say it. Xiao Xu is an orphan I picked up after I came out from the Zhang family. He doesn't know about Bai Yuanliang. Let me tell you. .”

Several people looked at Zhang Yuanshan.Xiao Xu also obediently sat beside Zhang Yuanshan.

"Bai Yuanliang came to me with a picture and asked me to tattoo him," Zhang Yuanshan continued after coughing twice. "At that time, I thought the dragon was a bit strange, so I didn't tattoo him."

Han Nanjun frowned: "Bai Yuanliang took that picture by himself?"

Zhang Yuanshan nodded: "I also asked him where the picture came from. He told me not to mind my own business, just leave it alone."

Han Nanjun then asked, "Did Mo Long have eyes at that time?"

"Eyes?" Zhang Yuanshan was stunned for a moment, "It is absolutely impossible to have eyes, and tattoos do not have eye-opening tattoos."

Han Nanjun and Bai Yaoyuan looked at each other, and Han Nanjun continued to ask, "Then you don't know where he got the tattoo?"

Zhang Yuanshan took a sip of his tea, cleared his throat, "The dragon has a problem, I could tell at a glance. But Bai Yuanliang insisted on tattooing, I was afraid of accidents, so I asked Long Zi to follow him for a while."

Xiao Xu explained beside him: "Longzi is a thief in the alley."

Both Han Nanjun and Bai Yaoyuan remembered the man with the snake tattoo on his wrist.

Zhang Yuanshan continued: "Longzi came back and told me that Bai Yuanliang put the dragon pattern on in a studio opened by a foreigner."

"Foreigner?" Han Nanjun frowned, "But Bai Yuanliang has dragon taming skills on his back..."

Zhang Yuanshan's eyes widened, and after coughing violently for a while, he asked tremblingly, "What, what?"

Han Nanjun also reassured the old man, "Although I don't know if it is true, but the ink dragon tattooed on Bai Yuanliang's body has blood eyes, and they are getting bigger and bigger."

Zhang Yuanshan waved his hands solemnly: "Few people know about the ancient method of dragon training, and dragon training requires a blood contract. People like Bai Yuanliang probably don't know it."

Jiaojiao was confused when she heard that, she pulled Han Nanjun's skirt and asked, "Father, what is dragon taming?"

Xiao Xu also looked at Han Nanjun with bright eyes.

"Dragon taming is an ancient method, a long-standing spell. In fact, people who don't know magic sign a blood contract with ghosts, and then use the power of ghosts to become more powerful than ordinary people. Ghosts have the ability to do it. It will be like this. And because signing a blood contract requires tattooing a blood-eyed ink dragon on the back of a living person, it is also called dragon training."

After Han Nanjun explained clearly in a few words, Jiaojiao nodded ignorantly, then remembered the tattoo on Bai Yuanliang's back, and said, "Is the tattoo on that uncle's back a blood contract?"

Zhang Yuanshan shook his head, "Probably not. The dragon taming tattoo was done by Guipo himself. If he really made a deal with Guipo, Bai Yuanliang would not come to me or a foreigner to get the tattoo."

Han Nanjun also pondered for a moment, then nodded, "It seems that there is something wrong with the person who gave him the blueprint."

Bai Yaoyuan stood up, nodded to Zhang Yuanshan, and said, "Then let's go to the hospital, he should be awake by now."

Han Nanjun nodded and got up, and after saying goodbye to Zhang Yuanshan and Xiao Xu, he and Bai Yaoyuan left Nine Dragons Alley, heading towards the hospital where Bai Yuanliang was.

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A little bit late today, and 1000 words less!I will double update tomorrow!

Thanks for the nutrient solution irrigated by the two little babies, Zong I Bu Xiang and Shi Yang Ya, and a free painting coupon of Grandpa Zhang Yuanshan, let him draw for you, and the people drawn in the middle of the night can move!

Sting is not exciting!