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After hanging up the phone, within five minutes, Han Wenshan sent the information to my mobile phone.

After reading it, I stopped the car and rushed to Beicheng District.

Beicheng District is the most backward and chaotic area in Dongzhou City. It is the oldest urban area but the latest to be developed.

On the left are tall buildings rising from the ground, while on the right are low and dilapidated old houses. The old and new are intertwined to form a unique landscape, making it difficult to tell whether this is a prosperous big city or a backward old urban area.

Pipa Lane is the oldest street in Beicheng District.

The street that was once a low-class residential area has been transformed into a charming bar street. It is a famous place for romance in the entire Dongzhou City, and it is also a place where rock and roll youths like Han Junhao like to gather.

However, it’s not a bar I’m going to, but a tattoo parlor.

Get off the car at the entrance of the alley, go into the bar street, look at the various signboards on the left and right, and look for them as you walk.

The bar street only started to open at night. At this time, most of the shops were closed, and there were almost no pedestrians on the whole street, which was deserted.

At the end of the street, in front of an inconspicuous little shop, I stopped.

Demon tattoo.

The signboard hanging above the glass door is very simple, with white characters on a black background, which highlights the weirdness of the store name.

Jingle Bell--

Pushing open the glass door, the crisp sound of wind chimes sounded.

There is a string of wind chimes hanging at the entrance of many shops. When customers enter, the clear ringing sound will remind them. This is a very common practice.

But the shape of the wind chimes in this tattoo shop is very weird. The body of the bell is a monster's head carved from gray-white bones, with a ferocious face. The battering post is the monster's tongue, hung by a hemp rope by the door.

The door was pushed open, and the monster's tongue kept wagging left and right, making a crisp tinkling sound.

The pale color of the bones is easily reminiscent of the bones of a dead person, which makes them very uncomfortable to look at.

I took a second look and strode into the store.

The store is small and the light is very dim. A few spotlights shine on the black wall, illuminating the various tattoo designs on the wall.

There is a recliner in the middle, and next to it are tattoo equipment.

"Young man, do you want to get a tattoo?" A woman's voice came from behind the counter near the door, with a hint of frivolity in her maturity.

"I plan to get a tattoo, but I haven't decided what pattern to get." I turned around and saw a woman in a tight skirt slowly standing up on the chair behind the counter.

The black short skirt is made of who knows what material. It is very thin and elastic. It clings tightly to the woman's body and outlines her exquisite figure.

Her long black curly hair hangs lazily on her shoulders, and she wears exaggerated long earrings on her ears. Her mature and charming face is painted with thick smoky makeup. Her face is very white, but her lipstick is black, making her look mysterious and coquettish. .

This face is exactly the same as the tattoo on Han Junhao’s chest.

She is the woman I am looking for, the owner of this tattoo shop, Dao Jinfeng.

"Little handsome boy, sit down and choose slowly. My skills are the best in the city. I have all the postures and patterns you want."

Dao Jinfeng twisted her waist and walked out from behind the counter, put her hands with black nails on my shoulders, and pushed me down on the recliner.

There is a whiff of prostitution in her speech and behavior, which makes it easy for people to wonder whether she has been engaged in some kind of service industry.

"Little handsome boy, where do you want the tattoo to be?" Dao Jinfeng was sitting on the armrest of the lounge chair. His eyes with exaggerated eyelashes looked up and down my body. My body was tilted. The thin fabric could not cover the fullness of my chest. I don’t mind if the beauty of my neckline leaks out.

A rich fragrance emanates from her body. This smell is different from ordinary perfume. It seems to be a mixture of medicinal fragrance and floral fragrance. It smells fascinating and magical.

I thought for a while, pointed to my chest and said, "Here."

"This is a very important position. What kind of tattoo does the handsome guy want to get here?" Dao Jinfeng raised his eyebrows, stretched out his fingers to unbutton my shirt, exposed the skin of my heart, and touched it gently with his fingers. Two times.

Her fingers were cold and her skin was pale, as if the bones of a dead person had been lightly scratched.

"I haven't thought about it yet. Does the boss lady have any suggestions?"

"What do you mean the boss lady is so outspoken? Just call me Sister Feng." Dao Jinfeng smiled charmingly, stood up and took out two albums from the counter.

"This is a pattern. You can choose slowly. I can satisfy you whatever you want. If you want me to give you some advice, it depends on the purpose of your tattoo."

"Many people get tattoos to commemorate people and events, or to give themselves a unique label to prove that they are different. What about you?"

"From the moment I walked in, I felt that you were special. Very few people would get a tattoo on the heart."

Dao Jinfeng kept a charming smile all the time. Her appearance was indeed not classy, ​​but her ability to seduce people was quite good. She knew how to show off her charm and how to figure out a man's thoughts.

But this type of woman is okay with just having fun, getting married? I'm afraid not many men are that stupid.

I now understand Han Wenshan's angry mood. What is the identity of the Han family? Wouldn't it become a joke to the whole Dongzhou City to let such a woman into the house?

"Let me take a look first." I picked up two tattoo albums and flipped through them from beginning to end. There were all kinds of patterns, but I couldn't find the ones that focused on portraits, so I asked Dao Jinfeng to change several albums. .

"What's the matter, little handsome boy, are you not satisfied with so many designs? What kind of design do you want? As long as you pay the starting price, sister, I can design it for you alone."

There was a hint of impatience in Sister Feng's eyes, but it was very hidden, and she still had a warm smile on her face.

As a businessperson, she is really competent.

"Oh, I'm telling you, Sister Feng, don't laugh at me." I sighed long and sadly, "My girlfriend is getting married and the groom is not me. I want to get a tattoo to commemorate her, but unfortunately I can't choose it. suitable."

"It's such a sad story, little handsome guy, I didn't realize you were so infatuated." Sister Feng seemed to be interested and looked at me meaningfully, "Sister, let me tell you the truth, do you still like her?"

"Of course I do, otherwise she would have to get married. Why would I do such a stupid thing?" I smiled wryly and spread my hands.

"You're not stupid, you are lucky to meet me, sister." Sister Feng's eyes suddenly lit up, "Do you want your girlfriend to change her mind?"

"She married a rich and powerful person. What can I do to save her?" I asked sadly.

"As long as you can afford it, I guarantee that she won't love him even if he is the emperor. He will only be devoted to you until death!" Dao Jinfeng said confidently.

I looked at her in shock and said suspiciously: "Sister Feng, don't lie to me. This is a tattoo shop, not a dating agency. Even a dating agency can't do this!"

"I have a unique tattoo here, which is most suitable for an infatuated handsome boy like you." Dao Jinfeng squinted his eyes, with a touch of greed in his eyes.

"However, it depends on whether you can afford the starting price."