Uncle Scratch's door was not locked, and with a squeak, the door was pushed open by Zhou Xiaolong.

As soon as he entered the door, Zhou Xiaolong was a little surprised, because in his head, a single man lives alone, and the place where he lives should be very dirty and messy, like a dog kennel.

However, Uncle Scratch's home can almost be described as spotless.

There is a row of large bookshelves in front of him, on which many books are neatly arranged, as well as a work table for painting, and there is a sofa in the corner of the wall, the sofa is very brightly colored, and it is very soft.

At this moment, there is a person sitting in the corner of the sofa, the person is lowering his head, knocking on Erlang's legs, his hands are busy, and he is playing a sweater.

A man actually sat on the couch and wore a sweater, and he also wore a pair of super tight hot pants.

The fabric of the hot pants is very transparent, and a lot of leg hair has broken free from the calves......

Uh, Zhou Xiaolong subconsciously swallowed a mouthful of saliva, thinking, it turns out that this man is really not very normal, otherwise Xiaoya is afraid to meet Uncle Scratch?

"Hey, what are you looking at, haven't you ever seen a man knitting a sweater?"

"Hmm."

"When I'm not inspired, I like to knit sweaters, can't I?"

"Well, actually, I ......," Zhou Xiaolong had to say, "I...... I'm here to get the sketch......"

Probably, Uncle Scratch was very unfamiliar when he heard Zhou Xiaolong's voice, he raised his head slowly, looked Zhou Xiaolong up and down, and his eyes were really weird.

Uncle Scratch's eyes are very big, but the black eyeballs are very small, and his gaze is very penetrating, from Zhou Xiaolong's shoes all the way to the top of his head, he can see that Zhou Xiaolong's skin is tight.

"Are you Xia Xue's cousin?"

"Yes...... Oh, yes. ”

"Okay, the sketch is on the drawing table, you take it yourself, don't disturb my work!" Uncle Scratch's tone was full of impatience.

After saying this, Uncle Scratch continued to bow his head and hit the sweater.

Uncle Scratch's eyes were still staring at the tips of the two sweater needles, and he didn't raise his head.

Zhou Xiaolong walked to the front of the painting table, there were already two paintings on it, which had been rolled into a roll, and it was okay to take it away.

However, at the same time as Zhou Xiaolong picked up the scroll, his eyes swept casually, and he saw that next to the pen holder on Uncle Scratch's desktop, there was a small glass bottle, which looked like a small bottle of ink.

However, that's definitely not ink.

Because Zhou Xiaolong could clearly feel that there was something wrong with the liquid in the small bottle.

Without deliberately opening the Yin and Yang Eyes, the small bottle already emitted bursts of dark purple mist.

That's demonic energy, how can this thing have demonic energy?!

Zhou Xiaolong can be said to be completely unfamiliar with life in a big city, although he has used exercises and has gained insight into heaven and earth, but there are still many details that he still can't understand.

Out of curiosity, Zhou Xiaolong picked up the glass vial with his other hand.

The bottle was small, with two large ends and a thin waist, looking like a strange gourd, and next to the spout, there was a small plastic tube with an egg-sized inflatable bag attached to the end.

Even if Zhou Xiaolong didn't know how to use this thing, he could easily guess that as long as he pinched the inflatable bag with his hand, there would be liquid sprayed out in the form of smoke.

"Put it down, don't move that thing!!"

Uncle Scratch actually walked without a sound, and somehow drifted behind Zhou Xiaolong, snatching the small bottle in Zhou Xiaolong's hand.

Zhou Xiaolong had the opportunity to see Uncle Scratch's whole face clearly, to be honest, Uncle Scratch is not ugly, melon seed face, some beard stubble on the chin, and some long hair, however, art workers like to have long hair, but their eyes are extremely obscene, and when they speak, their manners are a little sissy.

"You little ghost, why do you owe so much to your hands, I hate it when people touch my things the most!"

"Uncle, what is that thing for?"

"Can you handle it?"

"Uncle, don't hide it, there's something wrong with that thing......"

"Hehe, what's the problem?"

"Uncle, you'd better dispose of this thing, it's not good to stay at home, because this thing has a demonic spirit!"

When Uncle Scratch heard Zhou Xiaolong say this, he actually laughed out loud, "Of course, this thing just has demonic energy, if there is no demonic energy, how can I spend so much money to buy it?" ”

"But ......"

"Okay, okay, you don't care if you're so tired, take the painting, and leave quickly!"

Uncle Scratch hid the small bottle in a drawer and began to send it off impatiently.

After all, Zhou Xiaolong is a disciple of Xuanmen, and he is kind-hearted, he thought for a while, "Uncle, let's do it, I'll leave my mobile phone number to you, once you have three long and two short, you must call me, I will definitely be able to help you......"

"Okay, okay," Uncle Scratch took out a pencil and a piece of paper, "you write down the phone number, let's go quickly, I'm going to continue knitting sweaters?" ”

Zhou Xiaolong picked up the pencil and was about to write his phone number, sadly, this mobile phone was newly bought yesterday, and Xia Xue had told him the phone number before, but now, it seems that he has forgotten it.

There was no way, Zhou Xiaolong took out his mobile phone to call Xia Xue, fortunately, Xia Xue's number was stored in the mobile phone.

"What's the matter, did you see Uncle Scratch?"

"See, I've got the drawing, but can you tell me what my mobile phone number is?"

Uncle Scratch looked at Zhou Xiaolong inexplicably, and when he heard that Zhou Xiaolong didn't even remember his mobile phone number, he almost fainted on the spot.

While reading Xia Xue, Zhou Xiaolong finally wrote down his mobile phone number on the paper, and then solemnly handed it to Uncle Scratch, "Uncle, we are destined to meet each other, you have to take care of yourself, if you encounter any accidents, you must call me, I won't be able to die!" ”

"Uh-huh, okay, let's go!"

After finishing speaking, Zhou Xiaolong left Uncle Scratch's studio with the sketch, Uncle Scratch watched Zhou Xiaolong leave inexplicably, and he turned the phone number in his hand into a paper ball, like a basketball, and threw it into the paper basket.

"What kind of plane, even if I encounter an accident, can I ask for help from a little kid who can't even remember his mobile phone number, what a big joke!"

Walking out of Uncle Scratch's studio, Xiao Ya immediately ran over and asked, "Uncle Scratch is this person strange, what was he doing when you went in?" ”

"It's okay, it's not particularly scary, he was knitting a sweater when I saw him just now."

"Knitting sweaters," Xiao Ya stuck out her tongue, "You know the last time I saw Uncle Scratch, he did something more disgusting......"

"Is it more disgusting than knitting a sweater?"

"Disgusting ...... a million times"

Xiao Ya's face showed an expression like that of biting an apple only to find the body of half a worm still in the apple.

"Say!"

"Last time I came with Mr. Xia, Uncle Scratch was shaving his armpit hair with a razor, and while shaving, he was still humming a song, and he actually sang Leslie Cheung's love is a thing of the past......"