Agent Xing was full of curiosity and wanted to ask shopkeeper Tong.
But when he squeezed through the crowd to get there, he found that shopkeeper Tong was making milk tea there and was extremely busy.
There are over 300 people in line!
Shopkeeper Tong was seen wearing casual clothes with his arms exposed.
Shopkeeper Tong originally looked chubby, but his arms were actually coiled with muscles, like the roots of an old tree, making him feel very powerful.
He quickly added the tea leaves and fresh milk into the wooden cup, then shook it vigorously a few times to mix evenly, and finally put it into a thick paper cup.
Bai Zhantang at the front desk immediately shouted loudly:
"No. 736! Please pick up the meal on No. 736!"
Agent Xing quickly looked at the door for a while, then squeezed forward and came to Bai Zhantang.
"Hey, Xiaobai, Xiaobai." Agent Xing quickly poked Bai Zhantang with his elbow, who was wiping the table and collecting garbage after calling his number: "Give me your number."
Bai Zhantang was cleaning up the garbage and was about to carry the cup to wash. He raised his head when he heard what Agent Xing said: "Captain Xing! Is Agent Xing here? I'll give you a number!"
Bai Zhantang took out a half-palm-sized piece of paper from his arms and handed it to Agent Xing: "Agent Xing, please take it!"
When Agent Xing took a quick look, he saw the number one thousand three hundred and thirty-six written on the piece of paper. He suddenly felt a toothache.
However, he turned around and took a few glances. The packed store was full of young gentlemen who seemed to have extraordinary temperaments, so he didn't let Bai Zhantang do anything like jumping in line.
After taking the number plate and there being no seats in the store, his thoughts came to him naturally.
Why not go shopping nearby... As soon as this idea came up, Agent Xing was a little surprised.
Except for the Wonderland Painting Workshop, he doesn't like to go anywhere else here.
Whether it's a butcher shop or a tofu shop, they all stink.
But at this time, Agent Xing's idea was, since we still have to wait for the call for milk tea, why not go shopping?
At the same time, Captain Xing was thinking...if there weren't many people there, wouldn't he be able to order a cup of milk tea and go shopping while drinking the milk tea?
Looking at the people around him, they probably all have similar ideas to him.
He is worthy of being the master of solving crimes like Master Lin... Agent Xing still admires people like Master Lin in his heart.
Taking the number, Agent Xing quickly walked outside against the flow of people and walked towards Wang Lin's Wonderland Painting Studio.
The Fairyland Painting Workshop, which was usually open, was now closed and there were two signs, one large and one small, hanging on the door.
The small sign said "Closed for business, waiting for opening".
On the big sign is a painting.
"What...what is this?"
Agent Xing, like many people around him, stopped at the entrance of the Fairyland Painting Studio after leaving Tongfu Restaurant, looking up at the two signs at the entrance of the Fairyland Painting Studio.
Especially the big one.
The big sign was four to five meters high, with black lines outlined on it, and these lines formed a picture.
The contents of these paintings are completely different from any painting method today.
Four pictures in total!
There is no distinction between freehand brushwork and realism, but a completely straightforward and straightforward narrative.
The first picture depicts a young man who is studying. It seems that this young man's family background is not particularly good.
Next to him, there was a little maid with cat ears, pouring him water.
A very normal painting!
The second picture shows this young man being bullied by other gorgeously dressed people.
Some well-dressed people were beating and kicking him because the young man could not write yet.
The third picture shows the bullied young man running home and crying to the cat-eared maid.
The cat-eared maid gently comforted him.
In the fourth picture, the maid with cat ears took out a writing brush from her arms, and a cloud-shaped dialog box appeared.
The dialog box read: Ye Daxiong, don't be afraid, this is a fully automatic writing pen, its function is...
Then it was gone.
Gone?
Why is it gone?
Captain Xing was stunned, and suddenly felt uncomfortable feeling all over his body.
Why is it gone?!
So what is the function of a fully automatic writing pen? You can tell me what function it is!
Also, is this fully automatic writing pen effective? How come the world has never heard of such a magical thing?
besides……
Unknowingly, Agent Xing felt like he was going crazy.
Now he wanted to rush in and pull Wang Lin out, then pinch her neck to make her continue painting.
"Damn it! Why are there only four volumes of "Doraemon Cat"!"
"This kind of alien cat-man actually looks a bit pure and lovely. It seems that I have time to go to the south."
"Fully automatic writing pen? Isn't this kind of divine object a treasure? Is the owner of this painting workshop a great scholar in painting?"
"I don't know where Ye Daxiong lives. We should seek justice for him."
"I just don't know how much inventory this Wonderland Painting Workshop has. I will definitely buy more of these 'comics' to take home and have a good look at."
Everyone around Agent Xing was talking a lot.
Many people have praised this novel painting method and are looking forward to the "Doraemon Cat" "painting album".
No, or rather it should be called a comic collection.
The people of the Great Wei Dynasty also experienced the horror of fragmentation for the first time.
Of course, Agent Xing didn't know that he would only know what a real broken chapter was at the upside-down mountain tea shop.
…
At this time, inside the Fairyland Painting Studio.
Lin Ke and Wang Lin were sitting at a table, writing furiously.
As she was writing, Wang Lin suddenly dropped her brush: "Damn it, I don't want to draw anymore! Why do I feel like I was a slave now? Confucius finally abolished slavery, and I don't want to be a slave!"
Lin Ke didn't hear anything about it, but he was still painting there, with his left and right hands extremely stable.
Seeing that Lin Ke ignored her, Wang Lin couldn't help but feel a little bored, smacked her lips, and said again: "Hey, little sweetheart!"
Lin Ke's expression remained unchanged and he was still painting.
"Haha?" Wang Lin raised her eyebrows: "If you don't respond, I will do whatever I want!"
As she said that, Wang Lin rubbed her hands obscenely like a blowfly: "Hey, today I'm going to have a taste of Mr. Xiao Lin's fragrance! Hehehehe..."
She stood up, walked towards Lin Ke with a wicked smile, and licked her lips.
However, Lin Ke remained unmoved. The cartoons on his desk were being drawn one after another.
Wang Lin was stunned when she saw this, and suddenly became angry: "Why are you so rude? I am a weak woman, and you humiliate me like this? It seems that I must kiss you as a punishment!
"
Wang Lin said and stretched out her mouth.
"Master." When Lin Ke saw Wang Lin becoming serious, he finally stopped and said helplessly: "Master, you have only been painting for five minutes!"
"My mother!" Wang Lin knocked on Lin Ke's head: "You guy, why are you so willing to be a slave? You have been painting for two hours today!"
You don’t know what 996007 is... Lin Ke cursed in his heart.
However, he still said: "We have too few flagship products, only Doraemon... Bah, only Doraemon the cat is not enough."
"I have to draw "Dragon Ball", "Pokémon", "One Piece", etc."