Although it is such a prosperous area in the city center, there are still a few "magical" alleys. It's like a time gap that has been forgotten by time, and it exists in the cracks of gorgeous high-rise buildings. On their age-rich brick walls, mottled small advertising fragments seem to silently tell the memories of the past, just like the old man unconsciously fragmenting his thoughts.

In the midst of such an alley, a clothing store with a wooden sign in a glass window is particularly eye-catching. The window displays gorgeous and beptic evening dresses, which are out of place in this alley.

"Oh! Is there such a place!? I never knew! Jia Yangren was as excited as a foreign tourist, holding his mobile phone and patting it constantly.

Zishu Mo stroked the broken hair on his forehead from time to time, thinking secretly about when to cut this annoying hair.

Shanhe walked to the door of the clothing store and asked, "Is your boss here?" ”

"Angela! Someone is looking for! A middle-aged woman dressed like someone from a 40's picture shouted into the store, her bright makeup and high-slit cheongsam reminiscent of her profession.

A moment later, a girl with neatly cut short hair and overalls walked out, with a pinhead tied to her wrist and a leather tape measure around her neck.

"Who's looking for me?" Angela asked.

"Hello, I'm Shanhe, I ...... with you on the phone just now"

"Oh! Hello! Oops, I didn't expect Sister Yun to hide so many handsome guys! Come in and sit! Pour what you want to drink! What are you looking for from me? I've told Sister Yun everything about that strange guest. Angela looked very enthusiastic and talkative, and she led Zishumo and the three of them to the studio inside to sit down. In the middle of the workshop is a huge long table, piled high with fabrics and ornaments, but in the chaos there is a track of its own.

There are a lot of high stools around the table, and there is also a sofa on the wall next to it, Zi Shumo naturally leans on the sofa, and the relaxation is the same as at home.

After a morning of "intensive training", Jia Yangren has cultivated a good habit of "respecting" the master, and when he entered the room, he went straight to the water dispenser, and quickly started to make tea for Zi Shumo, and Zi Shumo took the tea with peace of mind. Angela stared at Jia Yang and Zi Shumo curiously, not understanding what the relationship between the two was.

"I want to ask, that stick insect, ah, is the man who came to you to buy clothes, did he buy the ready-to-wear directly or made it to order? Was it paid in cash or by credit card? If it's custom-made, you should have his size here, can you show us? Zishu Mo took a sip of tea and asked slowly.

Angela nodded hurriedly, quickly ran to the side and took out a tablet from the pile of clothes, and after a while, handed the tablet to Zishumo and said: "This is the size of that person, to be honest, his figure is a little envious as a girl!" ”

The name column on the information reads "Zhu Chongjie", and Zi Shumo grinned: This seems to be one of the commonly used pseudonyms for stick insects. Zhu Chongjie is 1.72 meters tall and has a waist circumference of 1.8 feet, which is not much different from the tall woman in Zishumo's impression.

"I can send you this information if you need it!" Angela said enthusiastically.

Zi Shumo was not ambiguous, nodded and asked her to send the information to herself.

"Did you notice this person's accent, age, or anything else when you were talking to him?" Zi Shumo continued to ask without giving up.

Angela bit the barrel of her pen, tilted her head and thought for a while, and said uncertainly: "I remember that he spoke standard Mandarin, the kind of words that are correct and round, so there is no accent at all." Any other details...... I want to think about it...... Well, he seems to be wearing a very special necklace. A little long, black leather rope under a huge metal pendant. The pendant looked kind of like something that could be folded or something that could be opened. Do you know? ”

Zishu Mo nodded plausibly, and then said, "Can you help me draw it?" ”

"Oh, of course!" Angela seemed more than willing to help, and quickly rummaged through the huge table, found a picture clip and a pen, and began to draw as she thought.

As soon as Angela began to paint, she entered a realm of forgetting things and self. She couldn't tolerate a few sketches casually, but she had to depict the painting to a certain depth, so she reluctantly stopped at the urging of Zishumo and others.

The painting on the paper is already very fine, and you can vaguely see that it is a scorpion-shaped charm. The scorpion's two pincers and tail should be foldable and turnable, and there seems to be some parts hidden inside.

Zi Shumo didn't say a word, took out his mobile phone and took a photo, pressed the painting back, and then asked, "How are you sure that person is a man?" ”

"Uh, does that need to be said? The way he spoke, and when he took off his shirt and asked me to measure him, it was a man. However, after you ask this, if you think about it, his sexual characteristics are not particularly obvious. I remember being amazed that his skin was super nice and very smooth, with almost no pores visible and no stubble that couldn't be hidden. In addition, his Adam's apple is also very inconspicuous and barely visible. Angela said as she thought, and a look of incredulity appeared on her face.

"So, did he tell you anything else? Even small things can be done, even if it's a small talk. Zi Shumo brushed the hair on his forehead with one hand, raised his chin and looked at Angela with a smile.

Angela's face was slightly red, and then said: "He doesn't like to chat, I am used to chatting with guests, but he hardly communicates with me, only talks about things related to buying clothes, and other questions are either not answered, or pretend not to hear, he is really blind with a good face, and he looks quite kind." ”

As she spoke, Angela's gaze swept over the three of Zishumo again, and muttered to herself: "Tsk, all of them are so distinctive, I don't think Sister Yun should continue to run any Splendid Heavenly Palace, and maybe she can make a lot of money by running a male model agency!" Eh, speaking of which, this little brother, I see that you are not from a five-star country, right? Is it a fighting nation or a rotten country? ”

"Uh, I'm from the Eagle Nation." Jia Yangren felt a little troubled by this overly talkative little tailor, and looked extremely reluctant to deal with it under the premise that they had just helped.

Angela seemed unaware and continued: "That, little brother, I'm going to participate in a fashion design contest next month, would you like to come and model for me!?" ”

(End of chapter)