Take the ghost to solve the case

"Hi, I'm here for a tattoo."

"What do you want to tattoo?" A man with a hideous face raised his head impatiently and looked at him, pointing to the side with his finger, "There is a picture album over there, choose it yourself."

The one who came to get the tattoo was a boy wearing a baseball cap. His name was Yanxi. He looked very young and had a very handsome face, but his eyes had a murderous look, which was very inconsistent with his temperament.

Yan Xi didn't look at the album, but sat beside the tattoo artist with a smile: "I heard people say that you have a special material, which can't be washed off for the rest of your life after tattooing, and you can also have a tattoo that makes your dreams come true. Really capable."

"I don't know what you're talking about. Do you have tattoos or not? Get out if you don't."

Yan Xi didn't care about his tone, and continued: "I'm willing to pay five times the price, I heard it's very effective."

When the tattoo artist heard that he was going to pay five times the price, he rolled his eyes unobtrusively, then raised his head and asked, "Student, can you tell me who you heard from?"

"It's all passed on once to ten, ten to a hundred."

The tattooist glanced at him again, "Then the student will follow me."

Yan Xi was followed by him to the operating room at the back. The operating room was not big. There was a bed, tattoo tools, and a table on one side. There was a tablet on the table, which was blank. Nothing was written, but there was a stench, like something rotted, very pungent.

Yan Xi covered her nose, "What's the smell?"

The tattooist acted as if he hadn't heard of it, and didn't answer his question. Instead, he took out his tools and asked, "Do you have the pattern you want? And where do you want to tattoo it?"

Yan Xi rolled up his sleeves, revealing the scar he was bruised when he was a child, and said indifferently, "Let's just tattoo it here. As for the pattern, you can tattoo whatever you think is the most effective."

The tattooist raised his head and glanced at him, "I can't decide on the pattern, otherwise it won't work."

Yan Xi raised his eyebrows, saw the photo of the tattoo on the wall, pointed at it and said, "Just tattoo this butterfly."

"Student has a good eye. That's a hot item in our shop." The tattoo artist smiled at him with a full face, his eyes narrowed into a slit, like a mature pig.

He took out a needle from the tools, and stuck it along Yanxi's fingertips, and the blood dripped out in an instant, dripping into the paint box.

Yan Xi didn't seem to feel the pain, "Do you still need to use your own blood for tattoos?"

The tattoo artist ignored him, but began to concentrate on the tattoo, and soon the lifelike butterfly was almost formed.

Yan Xi looked down at the butterfly and murmured to himself, "It's so beautiful, but is this material made of human blood?"

The tattooist paused for a moment, but continued to operate as if he hadn't heard it.

Seeing this, Yan Xi decided to give him a fatal blow: "You killed so many people, aren't you afraid that they will turn into ghosts at night and come to you for revenge?"

ghost?When the tattoo artist heard the word, he immediately dropped the tattoo pen, his face full of horror: "Ghost, ghost, there is a ghost."

"Hey, calm down, tell me where you hid the dead bodies?"

"What corpse, I don't know anything."

Yan Xi looked at him helplessly, and just said a ghost, how can people look crazy, he didn't have time to think, he followed the stench all the way to the backyard, the backyard is very large, only a large container is placed in the middle, The stench is coming from here.

He took out his mobile phone and made a call, "Hey, the body was found."

When Wang Xiaoan and the others arrived, Yan Xi was sitting in the backyard smoking a cigarette, he covered his nose and shouted, "Yan Xi, where are the bodies?"

Yanxi gestured to the container, and walked towards the operation room angrily. The tattoo artist was still shivering there. He grabbed the tattoo artist's collar and said, "Why are you doing this?"

The tattoo artist kept repeating: "I didn't do it, I don't know anything, I didn't do it, I didn't do it..."

"Damn!" Yan Xi resisted wanting to beat him, grabbed his collar tightly with both hands, and lifted him up directly, "Do you know how many girls were destroyed by your hands? Tell me, why did you do this?" !"

The tattoo artist was so suppressed that his face was flushed, his hands kept beating, and his eyes were about to roll over.

Yan Xi threw him to the ground directly, kicked him a few times angrily, and then let out a little bit of frustration in his heart.

He brushed the hair on his forehead and looked at the lifelike butterfly on his arm, but the butterfly's wings were too late to be tattooed, and the scars were directly intertwined, as if adding wings to the butterfly, which was very weird.

Instead of going to the backyard, he sent a text message to Wang Xiaoan, and left here directly, leaving only the tattoo artist handcuffed and unconscious.

When Yanxi returned home, he looked at the tattoo on his arm and fell into deep thought. He had been chasing this case for a long time. He had been lurking in the university city for a long time before he found this tattoo shop, but he always felt strange. With the blood of a young girl?And that tablet, why is the tablet on the table empty?The more Yan Xi thought about it, the more irritable she became, so she drank two bottles of beer and fell asleep.

In the middle of the night, in Yan Xi's daze, he always felt a cold breath blowing through his ears, which made goose bumps all over his body.

He frowned, and opened his eyes directly. The moonlight shone into the room through the window. With the pale moonlight, he saw a man pressing on him!

The man has a very handsome face, with three-dimensional features, deep black eyes, and impeccable facial contours, but his skin is very pale. From such a close distance, one can clearly feel that his breath is cold. And under the moonlight, you can vaguely see the scales on his neck, just like a butterfly!

Yan Xi looked at him, and her heart began to beat crazily. It wasn't a heartbeat, but she was about to get angry. Who dared to break into a house so boldly!