Rise and Fall of The tattoo artist

Chapter 1: Rise and Fall of The Tattoo Artist

"I am a tattoo artist. But you ask me why I do not have a tattoo? Well, I will answer. I have a tattoo on my body. But I did not show it to anyone ... what…you need more beer… Dage… another beer here…"

Dragon Wing Sky Bar is located on the roof of the 12-story Drogon Wing Hotel. Although not as high as skyscrapers, you can see your neighborhood from above. At the bar, Kong Qiao was happy and cheerful because he finished a full chest tattoo for one of his clients today. Two of his friends nodded as Kong Qiao spoke and ordered a glass of beer after each.

"When I was a high school student, I sneaked out of the boarding school and went to a festival. There I drank two cans of beer and got drunk late at night. What I saw while walking around the festival was a tattoo parlor. The lights were so bright and full of tattoo sleeves. Everyone who came was given a cheap tattoo. I'm looking in too. "

"Aww… Did Mr.Kong get a tattoo there? "

A friend asked. Kong Qiao continued with a gesture of "Do not interrupt."

"I have been an artist since I was young, you know? I do not hook up on those tattoo sleeves. I want to get my own style of Roman numeral tattoo. Like Rihanna's tattoo? Roman letters on the shoulder, you know. I don't know if it was her birthday. I want that too. But not my birthday. I want to get a tattoo of my mother's birthday. "

"Mr. Kong was a Mommy boy."

A friend commented.

Kong Qiao continued without answering.

"But no matter how hard I tried, I could not remember my mother's birthday at that time."

"Ha ha ha"

"You were drunk."

Two friends laughed.

"The funny part is coming soon," he said. "Coincidentally, I really wanted to get a tattoo of my mother's remembrance. I do not even remember my mother's birthday. It's too late to make a call. And I want to surprise my mother. So there is one thing I remember. registration number, that sometimes she transfers money for me. It's my mother's ID number. I was drunk and I forgot my mother's birthday, so I'm going to get a tattoo of her ID number."

"ha ha ha…that's the man. "

"How...why ID numbers do you need to get a tattoo for?"

Kong Qiao sipped his beer.

"The problem is just beginning," he said. "tattoo artists did not know the Roman numerals." I also explained Sticks, crosses, and so on. He does not understand. You wrote it. He said he would get a tattoo for me. I felt like ok. If I write it down, he will know. So I tried to write my mother's registration number in Roman. "My mom's ID number starts with zero."

"Phoo…"

A friend spilled some beer.

"Ha ha ha, how are you?" "Roman numerals have no zero. "

"Yes, of course." But I forgot because I was drunk. So I wrote "zero" with a line in the middle. Like the Thita symbol. Then I wrote the rest of the words. Number four is the stick and the V. Number five is a single V. Nine is the stick and the X, and so on. A piece of paper given by a tattoo artist was thin. And since there was no pad, I had to fold it in my hand. The handwriting is bad. The Thita sign has buds and looks like a Q. The V of No. 4 and the V of No. 5 are joined like the letter W. The rest of the numbers are going to be the long ones, the sloping ones. But when I finished writing it, I showed it to the tattoo artist. He said, "Aww, like this?" Yes, I will draw it. "

Cool! I thought he didn't know because he did not see. When he saw the sample I was writing, he realized.

So he started drawing on my shoulder. I'm happier to write my mother's memory in blood than in pain."

A friend seems to be excited.

"Show me your tattoo, Mr. Kong"

Kong Qiao waved his hand.

"At that time, I also wanted to see it right away," he said.

"But there are also people waiting for me to get some tattoos, and there is no mirror in the tattoo parlor. So as soon as I got the tattoo, I ran back to the boarding school. It was still dark when I arrived. I did not dare to turn on the light because I was sneaking out. So I turned on the phone camera and took a picture of myself on the shoulder. Only then did I see my new tattoo. How good that tattoo artist is. It's the same as my handwriting on paper. In Thida, a Q-like bud emerges, The V of No. 4 and the V of No. 5 are joined like the letter W It's all the same with that paper. "

Two friends were thinking for a while, then suddenly burst out laughing.

"Ha ha ha…"

"So the tattoo artist did the exact same handwriting on the piece of paper that Mr. Kong wrote."

" Exactly, my Roman numerals also look up from below as the bird flutters to the bean sprouts." It's curled over all the way up. I have never worn a vest since. "

While they were laughing, I heard a loud scream.

"Where is Kong Qiao?"

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All eyes at the Sky Bar came to Kong Qiao's table. At first, they seemed quite loud.

The screaming owner appeared right in front of them.

Kong Qiao smiled.

"Oh… Mr. Woung… Come on. You can call to make an appointment for a tattoo. What? Do you want to discuss my art again? "Ha ha ha. "

The uninvited guest aggressively opened his shirt and the buttons fell off.

On his chest is a large, full-chest tribal tattoo based on the karma symbol.

"Wow… so cool"

"Mr.Kong, is this your work?"

Kong Qiao nodded proudly.

"Karma symbol is based on balance. Look at the proportions of the words inside. It's the kind of tattoo that is synonymous with nature. "

"Your ass ... common with nature."

The uninvited guest almost cries.

"You read your words again." I valued my mother and father so much that I wrote on my flesh and blood. You destroy everything… I was drunk and did not notice anything while tattooing. My life was ruined when I posted my new tattoo on WeChat. Now there are about a million people laughing at my tattoos. "Which mother fucker taught you to spell like this?"

It is only now that people are paying attention to the words in this masterpiece.

"FATHER and MATHER"

"Come on!"

"Ha ha ha"

"Really? FATHER and MATHER "

The whole Sky bar was filled with laughter.

Kong Qiao's face darkened like ink, and he spoke with a smirk.

"This... this tattoo is so perfect because of the combination of the letter A on the FATHER and the letter A on the MATHER."

"Perfect your ass…I have been disgraced in my gang because of you, and I have returned to a lower level than my disciples. Today I'll kill you and go to prison. "

The visitor pulled out a sharp pair of scissors from his waist.

"Mr.Woung… Scissors Gang "

Then, after remembering something, Kong Qiao suddenly got up and ran.

Two of his friends stood up and were stopped by black-hooded men who had accompanied the visitor.

"Help…"

"Bam…"

"Hey, don't run."

"Someone stop them."

"Beat these guys."

"Straight"

"Call the police…Call the police."

When Kong Qiao ran away, Mr. Woung ran after him and two of his friends fought with the Scissors gang.

The whole Sky Bar was in chaos.

"I am dead… I am dead…"

He had decided from time to time to change his drinking habits while tattooing, It was all his fault.

The path to the back staircase is still lined with plastic today. As he hurriedly pulled away, he looked back and saw a pair of scissors shining in the light.

"Hey, hey, don't run that way."

"Emergency ladder under repair"

At that moment, instead of stepping on the stair rails, he stepped into the void.

"No…"

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"Please give me some water."Kong Qiao's throat was dry as hell and the skin all over his body was burning hot.

"Hey, hey, he regained consciousness."

He could not open his eyelids. However, he swallowed cold drops of water that fell on his lips.

Gradually, he felt a coolness in his stomach through his throat. After that, the burning skin gradually returned to normal.

"Rank 2 mortal Phill…'s surpassing maximum endurance for his realm... West Gate General's son is really tough."

Kong Qiao heard an old man's voice and felt a rough, warm hand grip his palm.

"So lucky, son. It's my fault. Your father's fault. "

Kong Qiao stiffened and opened his eyes. Under the flickering yellow light, I saw the kind face of a handsome middle-aged man. The man was holding his hand. Behind the man stood a slender old man in a green suit. The earlier voice explaining his health seemed to be him.

Kong Qiao's first thought

"Where am I?"

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