Chapter 0068 Demonic Thorn Tattoo
Less than five minutes after I hung up the phone, Han Wenshan sent the information to my mobile phone.
After watching it, I stopped a car and rushed to the northern part of the city.
Beicheng District is the most backward and chaotic area in the entire 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 interweaving of old and new forms 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 North City District.
The street, which was once where the lowest class lived and worked, has been transformed into a charming bar street. It is a famous place for romantic encounters in the entire Dongzhou City, and it is also a place where rock youths like Han Junhao like to gather.
However, I wasn't going to a bar, but a tattoo parlor.
I got off the bus at the alley entrance and walked into the bar street. I looked at the various signs on both sides and searched as I walked.
The bar street only opens at night. At this time, most of the shops are closed. There are almost no pedestrians on the whole street, and it is deserted.
At the end of the street, I stopped in front of an inconspicuous little shop.
Demon thorn tattoo.
The sign hanging above the glass door is very simple, with white letters on a black background, which further highlights the strangeness of the store name.
Jingle Bell--
When I pushed open the glass door, the crisp sound of wind chimes rang out.
Many shops have a string of wind chimes hung at the door. The clear sound of the chimes can alert customers when they enter. This is a very common practice.
But the wind chimes in this tattoo shop have a very strange shape. The body of the bell is a monster head carved from gray-white bones with a hideous face. The bumper is the monster's tongue, and it is hung by a hemp rope by the door.
The door was pushed open, and the monster's tongue kept swaying left and right, making crisp tinkling sounds.
The pale color of the bones easily reminds people of dead people's bones, which is very uncomfortable to look at.
I took a look and strode into the store.
The shop is small and the lighting is very dim. A few spotlights shine on the black walls, illuminating the various tattoo patterns on the walls.
There is a recliner in the middle, and tattoo equipment next to the recliner.
"Handsome boy, would you like to get a tattoo?" A woman's voice floated out from behind the counter near the door, her voice mature yet a little frivolous.
"I'm planning to get a tattoo, but I haven't decided on a pattern yet." I turned around and saw a woman in a tight skirt slowly standing up from the chair behind the counter.
I don’t know what material the black skirt is made of, but it is very thin and elastic. It sticks tightly to the woman’s body, showing off her exquisite figure.
Her long black curly hair was lazily draped over her shoulders, and she wore exaggerated long earrings on her ears. Her mature and charming face was painted with thick smoky makeup. Her face was very white, but her lipstick was black, making her look mysterious and charming.
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.
"Handsome boy, sit down and take your time to choose. My technique is the best in the city. I have all the poses and patterns you want."
Dao Jinfeng walked out from behind the counter, twisting her waist, put her hands with black nails on my shoulders , and pressed me onto the recliner.
There is something worldly about her speech and behavior , which makes it easy to wonder if she has worked in some kind of service industry.
"Handsome boy, where do you want the tattoo?" Dao Jinfeng sat on the armrest of the recliner, looking me up and down with her eyes behind exaggerated eyelashes. Her body was tilted, and the thin fabric couldn't cover the fullness of her chest, but she didn't mind the neckline revealing her sexy underwear .
A rich fragrance emanated from her body. This smell was different from ordinary perfume. It seemed like a mixture of medicinal scent and floral scent, and it had a fascinating magical power to smell.
I thought about it, pointed to my chest and said, "Here."
"This is a very important position. What kind of tattoo do you want to get here, handsome boy?" Dao Jinfeng raised her eyebrows, stretched out her fingers to unbutton my shirt, revealing the skin over my heart, and gently touched it twice with her fingers.
Her fingers were cold and her skin was pale, as if they were gently brushed against a dead person's bones.
"I haven't thought about it yet. Does the boss lady have any suggestions?"
"Why is it so formal to call me Madam Boss? Just call me Sister Feng." Dao Jinfeng smiled coquettishly, stood up and took out two picture albums from the counter.
"Here are the designs. You can take your time to choose. I can satisfy you with whatever you want. If you really want me to give you some advice, it depends on the purpose of your tattoo."
"Many people get tattoos to commemorate some people or 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 very special. Not many people would get a tattoo on their heart."
Dao Jinfeng kept smiling coquettishly. Her looks were indeed not of first-rate, but her ability to seduce people was indeed great. She knew how to show her charm and was good at figuring out men's minds.
But for this type of woman, it's okay to flirt with her, but to marry her? I'm afraid few men would be so stupid .
Now I understand Han Wenshan's anger. What kind of status does the Han family have? If they let a woman like this in, wouldn't they become a laughing stock in the entire Dongzhou City?
"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 any patterns with portraits as the main focus. I asked Dao Jinfeng to change a few albums.
"What's wrong, handsome boy? Are you not satisfied with all the designs? What kind do you want? As long as you can afford the price, I can design it for you."
There was a hint of impatience in Fengjie's eyes, but it was very hidden, and she still had a warm smile on her face.
As a business person, she is really competent.
"Oh, let me tell you, Sister Feng, please don't laugh at me." I sighed deeply, looking very sad. "My girlfriend is getting married, and I'm not the groom. I want to get a tattoo to commemorate her, but unfortunately I can't find a suitable one."
"What a sad story, handsome boy. I didn't realize you were so infatuated." Sister Feng seemed to be interested and looked at me meaningfully. "I'm going to ask you the truth. Do you still like her?"
"Of course I like her, otherwise she would have gotten married, why would I do such a stupid thing?" I spread my hands with a wry smile.
"You're not stupid. You're lucky to have met me." Sister Feng's eyes lit up. "Do you want to make your girlfriend change her mind?"
"She married a rich and powerful man. What can I do to save the relationship?" I said worriedly.
"As long as you can afford the money, I guarantee that she will not love anyone even if he is the emperor. She will be devoted to you and will remain loyal 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 matchmaking agency. Even if it is a matchmaking agency, it doesn't have this ability!"
"I have a unique tattoo here, which is most suitable for a passionate young handsome guy like you." Dao Jinfeng narrowed his eyes, with a hint of greed in his eyes.
"But it depends on whether you can afford the price."
