There was a bang, accompanied by a familiar wake-up sound.

Jiang Chen woke up from his bed.

Due to the fact that he has lived a very regular life for a long time, his biological clock is extremely accurate.

When I woke up, the clock at the head of the bed pointed exactly to eight o'clock, which was not bad for a second.

After waking up, Jiang Chen casually turned on his old ore radio.

While listening to the "Morning News Radio of the 9th District", which I was used to, I began to dress and wash up every day.

A crisp white shirt with slim-fitting trousers and a simple vest.

Coupled with gold-rimmed glasses without prescription, it shows a tight and slender figure and elegant bearing.

Such a dress and body shape match delicate facial features, a pair of jet-black sword eyebrows and deep pool-like pupils.

It gives people the feeling of Sven scum, Sven beasts, and Sven scum.

"Dididi, this is the Ninth District Dajidali Radio column, and now I will broadcast the bad news that happened yesterday for you."

"Others are unfortunate, sweet as honey, others are unlucky, we are happy."

"May you start your day in the midst of other people's misfortunes......"

With that joyful and familiar melody, the "bad luck news" full of early morning fun began.

Jiang Chen always felt that people who didn't know how immoral they would listen to such immoral radio programs, although he himself liked it.

After cleaning himself up, Jiang Chen left the bedroom with the ore radio and came to the office outside.

Even though it's an office, it's actually just a desk, an easy chair, and a TV.

There are several large bookshelves and a large mess of books and file folders next to it, which are very cluttered at first glance and even more cluttered when you look closely.

After opening the door, Jiang Chen walked downstairs along the iron staircase outside, and came to the door of the "Bamboo Knock Café" downstairs.

The layout of the building is very old, and there is a small iron staircase leading to the upper floor on the outside of the café, which can be said to be a very outdated design.

However, thanks to this design, it is very convenient for Jiang Chen to go downstairs to get something to eat.

After all, the café owner Elizabeth. Aunt Ma's cooking skills are quite good, and it would be better if she could not lose her oiled hair into the meal.

When you come to the door of this famous "ripper café".

Several aunts and aunts who were sitting outside the door chattering immediately smiled at Jiang Chen in various forms.

"Yo, little ginger, why are you going so early?"

"Aunt Gu, I have something to go out."

"Wait, haven't you had breakfast yet? Take this and eat it, a few of our sisters wrapped it, it's delicious. ”

After taking the two blind boxes from Aunt Gu's hands, they were wrapped tightly, and they didn't know what would be eaten inside.

Jiang Chen thanked him again, and then walked away with leisurely steps.

Looking at the back of the young man leaving, Aunt Gu couldn't help but sigh and said:

"Hey, Xiao Jiang is estimated to have gone back to the doctor, but his illness is still not completely cured."

"Sick? What disease? Who is he? ”

Hearing this, Aunt Liu, who had just moved to the neighborhood, couldn't help but ask curiously.

"It's the president of the detective agency upstairs, Detective Jiang."

"The 'Silence of the Lambs Detective Agency'? It's quite famous, but does he have any physical problems? ”

Speaking of which, the newcomer Aunt Liu couldn't help but look up at the very inconspicuous old signboard above.

"Hey, you don't know, that was more than ten years ago."

Speaking of this age-old gossip, Aunt Gu continued:

"Xiao Jiang had an accident back then, and he was struck by lightning."

"Huh? Struck by lightning? It's true? ”

"That's still fake, he was only eight years old at the time, and once when he went to the lake alone to play, he was struck by lightning, and it seems that he has left some sequelae, and he has to go to the hospital once a month."

"Hey, this is too unlucky, then his parents must be very anxious."

"His parents? Not anxious, not anxious at all. ”

"Not anxious? My son is like this, why aren't you anxious? ”

"People come out of an orphanage, and they don't have parents at all."

"Oh, I see, it's really not anxious."

Under the discussion of several aunts and aunts, the story of Jiang Chen going to see a doctor once a month has been widely spread.

However, as the president of the most famous detective agency in the southern "Ninth District" of the "Stellar Federation", Detective Jiang is still quite famous.

Whether it is the loss of cats and dogs, or the cheating of husbands, wives, mistresses, or even various difficult cases.

As long as you find Detective Jiang, there is a chance that it will be solved smoothly.

The young detective seems to have some kind of magical ability.

It can accurately locate many clues that ordinary people can't notice, and find the truth from the layers of cocoons.

It's just that no one can help him find the truth in himself.

......

It didn't take long for Jiang Chen to come to the "dermatology department" of the "Mei's Conscience Hospital".

met this old doctor who has treated himself for more than ten years, Mei Yan.

Dr. Mei is really old, he actually retired more than ten years ago, but he was rehired after retirement.

Probably because of old age and forgetfulness, the pot of small-leaved gardenias in Dr. Mei's office seems to have not been watered for a long time.

This potted plant looks wilted and wilted, and it looks like it is about to die, which is a bit miserable.

Seeing this Detective Jiang push the door in, Mei Yan smiled at him.

He then took him to a secluded and unoccupied examination room and asked; "How are you feeling lately? Nothing uncomfortable, right? ”

When he heard this sentence, which he had asked for more than ten years, Jiang Chen smiled: "It's okay, it's nothing special, it's just ...... It seems to be more obvious than last time. ”

Jiang Chen said as he took off his shirt.

Maybe because of his profession, Jiang Chen will do some exercises every day, so his body is very strong.

Although not as muscular as those fitness hunks, it has a streamlined aesthetic.

But after taking off his clothes, a strange "tattoo" appeared on the naked chest.

Dragon, a very domineering dragon.

The body of the snake, the head of the crocodile, the legs of the lizard, the talons of the eagle, the tail of the snake, the antlers, the scales, the whiskers of the horns, and the beads under the forehead.

is dancing his teeth and claws on Jiang Chen's chest, as if he may break through his chest and step into the mortal dust at any time.

In mythological stories, dragons can soar through the clouds and mist, call the wind and rain, and stir up the clouds and waters of the four seas, and the power is boundless.

Therefore, many people in the mixed road like to tattoo a dragon tattoo on their body to borrow domineering.

Of course, in recent years, the dragon tattoo has tended to be replaced by the Peppa Pig tattoo, but it is not a shame to be separated from Peppa.

However, the one on Jiang Chen's chest is not actually a tattoo, but a scar.

Since that accident fifteen years ago, he has been left with such a hideous scar on his chest.

The scar actually happened to form the shape of a dragon, which is also a very coincidental thing.

Dr. Mei has worked in dermatology for decades in his life and has never seen such a case.

That's why I deliberately visited Jiang Chen since he was a child, and strongly asked him to come for a follow-up visit once a month.

After seeing the "Qinglong Scar", which was already too familiar, Dr. Mei first took a few serious looks.

Then he frowned and said, "Indeed, the lines of this dragon are a little more condensed than last time...... It's just one eye away right now. ”

As Jiang Chen's attending physician, Dr. Mei can be said to have watched this "dragon" grow.

At first, the dragon-shaped scar had only a shallow dragon-shaped outline.

As Jiang Chen grows older, the shape of the scar becomes more and more obvious and detailed, and the ups and downs of the scales can be clearly seen.

Up to now, the dragon, which seemed to be ready to break through its chest at any moment, was missing only one eye that had not yet been formed.

And the part where that eye is located happens to be Jiang Chen's heart.

If this eye resurfaces at the end, it will be a pair of mighty green dragon tattoos.

Speaking of which, "finishing touch" is a familiar idiom and a familiar mythological story.

Legend has it that the four white dragons on the wall of a temple do not point their eyes, and the painter Yun: "The eyes are flying away." ’

People think it is absurd, please point it out. Suddenly, the thunder and lightning broke the wall, and the two dragons rode the clouds to the sky.

Whenever he saw the dragon on Jiang Chen's chest, Dr. Mei would think of this legend.

After repeatedly confirming that Jiang Chen had not been feeling unwell recently, Dr. Mei let him go and continued to tell him to come over for a follow-up appointment next month.

But even so, he couldn't help but ask, "What happened to you back then...... Can't really remember? ”

"I can't remember, I was only eight years old, what can I remember."

"Also, you were already confused when you were brought to the hospital, hey."

When I think of the strange "lightning accident" that happened fifteen years ago, Dr. Mei can't help but sigh.

But more than ten years have passed since that incident, and the victim himself said that he couldn't remember clearly, so it was not interesting to pursue it again.

And when Jiang Chen was about to leave, he casually came to Dr. Mei's table.

Reaching out and stroking the small leaf gardenia that had not been watered for a long time, so that it was about to die.

As Jiang Chen's hand stroked over the potted plant, the small-leaved gardenia, which had been listless, immediately became verdant and exuded a pungent floral fragrance.

However, after leaving the old doctor's office, Jiang Chen couldn't help but turn his head to look there, and a trace of guilt flashed in his eyes.

...... I'm sorry, Dr. May, I lied to you again.

In fact, I still remember what happened fifteen years ago, but no one believed me when I said it, so I just didn't say it.

When Jiang Chen walked out of this "Mei's Conscience Hospital".

He looked at the scorching sun in the sky at the end of August, and his mind faintly returned to fifteen years ago.

In that year, it was also such a summer with boiling heat.

As a traverser, born in an orphanage, Jiang Chen, who was full of buffs, ran to the lake alone to play in the water.

And then...... A vision from heaven.

A huge green dragon broke through the clouds and landed in the lake with the momentum of a meteor falling.