Lu Bei silently wrote down the license plate number and withdrew the divine pupil.

At this time, the thin man finished his cigarette and was about to return to the store.

only to find that Lu Bei had been smoking next to the wall.

He immediately panicked, and he didn't know if Lu Bei had seen it, so he pointed to Lu Bei's nose and warned.

"Boy, you're doing it yourself!"

Lu Bei ignored him again and stepped on the cigarette butt.

After the man returned to the store, Wakao was still in the tattoo parlor adjusting the machine.

He stumbled upon Wakao's water glass, then took out a small bag of those things from his pocket, and quietly walked over to fill it with ingredients.

Outside the store, Lu Bei, who witnessed everything, frowned.

This kind of means of developing sales channels is simply not too shady.

Ruonan walked out again after finishing his work and said to the man.

"Alright, you can go in and wait for me."

The man gave a malicious smile and walked into the tattoo room.

If the man wears tattooed gloves, he wants to drink a glass of water to quench his thirst.

Lu Bei walked in softly and snatched the water glass.

"I'm so thirsty."

After saying that, he pretended to drink all the water in the cup.

Ruonan gave him a blank look, so he had to pour a glass of water from a paper cup to quench his thirst.

Then he walked to the side of the utility cabinet, took out the tattoo gloves and put them on.

Lu Bei took advantage of Ruonan's inattention, and hurriedly poured the water in the cup into another paper cup.

He also motioned to the man to give it to the male guest to drink.

Wakao nodded, picked up the cup and returned to the tattoo room.

Seeing that Ruonan was so intimate, the man drank it all up.

Then Ruonan closed the curtain, and there was a sound inside.

"How about the girl, do you feel anything?"

The male guest asked with a wry smile as he leaned on the tattoo chair.

Ruonan thought he was asking how he felt about his tattoo, so he said.

"Pretty good."

The man laughed.

"That's right, next time you want this feeling, remember to look for me."

Ruonan hummed and said, "I'll give you a 20% discount next time you come." ”

The man was confused.

20% off?

What do you mean?

But before he could react, he began to flutter.

Lying on the tattoo chair and dreaming.

Lu Bei glanced at the situation in the tattoo room with his divine pupils, and laughed for no reason.

Sure enough, Ruonan began to be imaginative again.

It turns out that the totem that will never be caught looks like this.

Lu Bei pinched the time and took out his mobile phone.

About another 30 minutes passed.

A siren sounded outside the museum.

However, at this time, the man lying on the tattoo chair could still hear it, and the whole person fell into a fairyland.

In a daze.

He found himself handcuffed with a silver bracelet and two police officers pressed him into a police car.

He was naked, and there was a half-tattooed Pleasant Goat on his back.

He was still muttering incoherently, muttering to the police officers who were escorting him.

"Ahh King Tota? Please bow down to me! ”

"Huh? You're Jiro Kaneguchi, right? ”

"Are you going to take me to heaven? Ahhh ”

One of the police officers said.

"Don't make any noise, the places you go to are almost the same, but it's not called Heavenly Court, it's called Court."

When the man heard this, he was shocked and struggled desperately.

"Law ... Court?

I'm not going... I'm not going... ”

But where did it take his turn to say no, and he was directly escorted into the police car.

At the same time, the black sedan just now drove out of the side alley.

But there were two more policemen inside, one for driving and one for escorting the bald head in the back seat.

Lu Bei watched these two guys being brought to justice, rubbing his eyebrows and laughing.

This fortune teller is too lacking in virtue.

It is said that fortune tellers deceive people for ten or eight years at most, but this time it was taken away in a blink of an eye.

Ruonan also came to the outside of the store, looking at Lu Bei, who was laughing alone, and became more and more puzzled.

Lu Bei told her what had happened.

It turned out that the glass of water had been filled.

Lu Bei secretly exchanged the glass of water for the man to drink.

This time he was caught red-handed, and it was useless for him to quibble.

Lu Bei was in a good mood and solved two scourges for the society.

Social stability is everyone's responsibility!

Ruonan hugged his chest.

"I said Lu Bei, can't you wait for me to finish tattooing that pattern before processing it?"

Think of the half-tattooed Pleasant Goat.

Lu Bei laughed.

After that guy went in, he was probably forced to sing by the same cell every night———Don't look at me as just a sheep...

。。。。。。

Came to Wakao's house.

Ding Yanshan was still dressed in a tunic suit, holding a magnifying glass on the desk in the hall, concentrating on studying antiques.

So much so that they didn't notice the arrival of the two.

Wakao cleared his throat and shouted.

"Dad."

Lu Bei also shouted Uncle Ding.

Ding Yanshan reacted at this time, put down the magnifying glass, lifted his glasses and smiled.

"Are you here?"

As he spoke, he looked at Ruo Nan again, and his smile became even brighter.

"Ruonan, you look so good in this dress, fashionable and without losing the aura of a girl's family, this is what a woman looks like!"

Ruonan said with a nuspass.

"Where's the look? I'm not afraid of you nagging. ”

After the last birthday dinner, the relationship between father and daughter has eased a lot.

Lu Bei was also very relieved to see the happy scene of the father and daughter.

Then Ding Yanshan looked at Lu Bei again and said with a smile.

"Come on, young man, look at my uncle's new treasure."

Lu Bei nodded and replied.

Wakao, on the other hand, went into the kitchen to see how dinner was prepared tonight.

Lu Bei approached the desk and found that Ding Yanshan was studying a broken parchment scroll, which looked yellow and wrinkled, and it looked old, and it didn't look like it had been handed down from ancient times.

There was a strange map drawn on it, marked with some vague ancient characters, but due to the tattered parchment scroll and obvious tearing marks underneath, it was clear that it was only half of the parchment scroll.

Lu Bei had studied hundreds of books on antique knowledge before, but this type of thing belonged to his knowledge blind spot.

Curious asked.

"Uncle Ding, what is this?

It seems that it was not popular in ancient China to use sheepskin to record things. ”

Ding Yanshan nodded in praise after hearing this.

"Yes, young man, I haven't seen you for a while, but your antique knowledge has improved again!

In ancient China, bamboo slips were indeed used to record words and patterns.

I also suspect that this is a foreign product, but the text on it is clearly my Chinese character form.

But after reading the texts of various dynasties and generations, there is no correspondence, and I have been studying for a long time but have not been able to figure it out. ”

Lu Beishen's pupils moved, secretly scanning the entire parchment scroll.

Suddenly, the information on this half of the parchment was as deep as an imprint.

Those places where the handwriting was blurred also became extremely clear under the pupils.

He found that the parchment was indeed very old.

Moreover, in the archaeological books that Lu Beizai studied, he learned how to judge the age of a cultural relics through scientific means.

Ordinary people or professional archaeologists need to use professional instruments such as microscopes to magnify the material in it to draw conclusions.

And Lu Bei has a divine pupil that penetrates all things, and he quickly knows it.

This parchment scroll turned out to be a product that is even older than the Shang Dynasty.