If I am not a Confucian saint, I will set off a revolution

Chapter 68 Tinker Bell, I've Been Bullied Again!

Detective Xing was full of curiosity and wanted to ask shopkeeper Tong about it.

But when he squeezed through the crowd to get there, he found that shopkeeper Tong was making milk tea there at the time, and he was extremely busy.

There are more than 300 people in line!

Shopkeeper Tong was seen wearing a suit of casual clothes, with his arms exposed.

Originally, shopkeeper Tong looked chubby, but his arms turned out to be muscular, like the roots of an old tree, which looked very powerful.

He quickly added the tea leaves and fresh milk into the wooden cup, then shook it vigorously a few times to mix well, and finally put it into a thick paper cup.

Bai Zhantang at the front desk immediately yelled:

"No. 730 No. 730! Please pick up food from No. [-] No. [-]!"

Detective Xing quickly looked at the door for a while, then squeezed forward and came to Bai Zhantang.

"Hey, Xiaobai, Xiaobai." Detective Xing quickly poked Bai Zhantang, who was cleaning the table and collecting garbage after calling the number, with his elbow: "Give me a number."

Bai Zhantang was cleaning up the garbage, and was about to carry the cup to wash it. He raised his head when he heard Detective Xing's words: "Catcher Xing! Detective Xing is coming soon? I'll give you a number here!"

Bai Zhantang took out a piece of paper half the size of a palm from his arms, and handed it to Detective Xing: "Captain Xing, take it!"

Detective Xing took a quick look and saw the words "One Thousand 330 Six" written on the piece of paper, and he felt a bit of a toothache.

However, he turned his head and took a few glances. The shop was full of young ladies who seemed to have an extraordinary temperament, so he didn't let Bai Zhantang do such things as jumping in line.

After taking the number plate, and there were no seats in the store, the thoughts in his heart naturally emerged.

It's better to go for a stroll... As soon as this idea came up, Detective Xing was a little surprised.

Except for the fairyland painting workshop, he didn't like to go to other places here.

Whether it's a butcher shop or a tofu shop, it stinks.

But at this time, Xing Kuai's thought was, since he still has to wait for the milk tea to be called, why not go shopping?
At the same time, Detective Xing quickly thought to himself... If there are not many people usually, wouldn't it be possible to order a cup of milk tea, and then go shopping while drinking milk tea?

Looking at the people around him, it is estimated that they all think similarly to him.

As expected of Mr. Lin, who can solve cases like a god... Detective Xing still respects Mr. Lin very much in his heart.

Holding the number, Detective Xing quickly walked outside against the flow of people, towards Wang Lin's fairyland painting workshop.

The Fairyland Painting Workshop, which is usually open, has closed the door at this time, and there are two signs, one big and one small, hanging on it.

The small sign reads "Closed business, pending opening".

On the big sign is a painting.

"This... what is this?"

Detective Xing, like many people around him, stopped at the entrance of the Fairyland Painting Workshop after leaving the Tongfu Restaurant, and looked up at the two signs at the entrance of the Fairyland Painting Workshop.

Especially the big one.

I saw that the big sign was four or five meters high, with black lines drawn on it, and these lines formed a picture.

The contents of these pictures are completely different from any school of painting today.

Four pictures in total!
There is no distinction between freehand and realistic, but completely straightforward and straightforward.

The first picture shows a young man who is studying. It seems that the young man's family is not very good.

And beside him, there was a little maid with cat ears pouring water for him.

A very normal painting!

The second picture is the picture of this young man being bullied by other gorgeously dressed people.

Some well-dressed people are beating and kicking him because the young man can't write yet.

In the third picture, the young man who was bullied ran home and cried to the maid with cat ears.

The cat-eared servant girl gently comforted her.

In the fourth picture, the maid with cat ears took out a writing brush from her bosom, and a cloud-shaped dialog box appeared.

The dialog box reads: Ye Daxiong, don't be afraid, this is a fully automatic writing pen, and its function is...

Then it's gone.

Gone?

Why is it gone?
Detective Xing froze for a moment, and then suddenly felt an uncomfortable feeling all over his body.

Why is it gone? !
So what is the function of the automatic writing pen?What is the effect you are talking about!

Also, can this fully automatic writing pen be effective?How come the world has never heard of such a god?
and also……

Before he knew it, Detective Xing felt like he was going crazy.

Now he can't wait to rush in and drag Wang Lin out, and then choke her neck to let her continue painting.

"Damn! Why is there only four volumes of "Doraemon Cat"!"

"This alien catman looks a bit pure and pleasant. It seems that I have time to go to the south."

"Automatic writing pen? I'm afraid this kind of fetish is a treasure, right? Is the owner of this painting workshop a master of Taoism?"

"I don't know where Ye Daxiong lives, we should uphold justice for him."

"It's just that I don't know how much stock this fairyland painting workshop has. I will definitely buy more of this kind of 'manga' and go home, so I can take a good look at it."

Everyone around Xing Kuai was talking about it.

Many people have praised this novel painting method, and they are also looking forward to the "painting collection" of "Doraemon Cat".

No, or it should be called a comic book.

And the people of the Great Wei Dynasty also experienced the horror of fragmentation for the first time.

Of course, Detective Xing didn't know that he would only know what a broken chapter is at the Daoxuan Camellia Shop.

……

At this time, inside the fairyland painting workshop.

Lin Ke and Wang Lin were sitting at the same table, writing furiously.

While writing, Wang Lin suddenly dropped the brush: "Damn it, I don't paint anymore! Why do I feel like I was a slave back then? Kong Sheng finally abolished slavery, so I don't want to be a slave!"

Lin Ke seemed to have never heard of it, and he was still painting there, his left and right hands were extremely stable.

Seeing Lin Ke ignoring her, Wang Lin couldn't help feeling a little bored, smacked her lips, and said again: "Hey, sweetie!"

Lin Ke's face remained unchanged, and he was still painting.

"Hey?" Wang Lin raised her eyebrows: "If you don't respond, I'll do it recklessly!"

Saying that, Wang Lin rubbed her hands wretchedly like a blowfly: "Hey, today I'm going to have a taste of Mr. Xiao Lin's fragrance! Hehehe..."

She stood up, walked towards Lin Ke with a wicked smile, and licked her lips.

However, Lin Ke remained unmoved, and the comics on his desk were being drawn one by one.

Wang Lin was stunned when she saw this, and immediately became angry: "Why are you so rude? I am a weak girl, and you humiliate me like this? It seems that the teacher must kiss you as punishment! "

As Wang Lin spoke, she stretched out her mouth.

"Master." Lin Ke finally stopped when he saw Wang Lin who was getting serious, and said helplessly, "Master, you have only been painting for 5 minutes!"

"My mother!" Wang Lin tapped Lin Ke on the head: "You bastard, why are you so willing to be a slave? You have been drawing for two hours today!"

You don't know what [-] is... Lin Ke cursed in his heart.

But he still opened his mouth and said: "We have too few competitive products, only Doraemon... Bah, only Doraemon cats are not enough."

“I had to draw Dragon Ball, Pokémon, One Piece, etc.”

"Master, your task is really heavy!"

(End of this chapter)