Chapter 195 Metal Needle

"it is good."

Qiao Si carried his easel and backpack and left.

My brother went to the city to participate in a competition and will be back in two weeks.

Jiang Jiang was bored at home, so she stayed in the apartment to study Qiao Si's paintings.

Most of them are portraits.

and the murder scene.

Those abstract and weird artworks simply couldn't be sold, so it's no wonder that the photo studio's business was so slow that it was on the verge of bankruptcy.

"Hey! Boss!" Tan Shujue appeared at the door of Jiang Jiang's apartment and shouted excitedly.

The bicycle stopped downstairs and made a noise.

He pulled out a copy of the agreement from his pocket and unfolded it in front of Jiang Jiang, as if it was a gambling debt bought by a slave owner. "I'm here to pay off my debt, boss! Is there anything I can do for you? Just one word, I'll go through fire and water without hesitation!"

Jiang Jiang dumped out the pile of homework, which scattered all over the floor. She propped her chin up with her hand and looked at Tan Shuju helplessly, "Help me with my homework."

"Okay, boss!" Without saying a word, Tan Shujue immediately sat down and began to write.

Because he often helped Jiang Jiang with his homework, Tan Shujue found that his grades were actually much better than before.

Of course, there is also the element of violence on Jiang Jiang's part. If he writes nonsense, he will probably be beaten up.

But what was more was his admiration for Jiang Jiang. After all, Jiang Jiang was a famous genius in the school. It was an honor for him to be able to deal with such a person.

Just when Tan Shujue was concentrating on writing, a lazy voice suddenly came: "Is your boyfriend here?" Qiao Si leaned against the door frame, looking at Jiang Jiang leisurely, with a playful smile on his lips.

Before Jiang Jiang could even open his mouth, Tan Shujue jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on. He glared at Qiao Si and shouted angrily, "What nonsense are you talking about, kid? Keep your mouth shut! Do you think you can make up rumors about my boss?"

Jiang Jiang shook his head helplessly, spread his hands forward, and sighed, "You should go out and sketch instead of making fun of me here. Such jokes are not funny at all."

The corners of Qiao Si's mouth slightly raised, revealing a faint smile, and he said in a relaxed tone, "Well, you are right, it is indeed my fault. I apologize to you, little friend."

At this moment, Tan Shujue suddenly squeezed next to Jiang Jiang, with a mysterious look on his face, and asked in a low voice: "Boss, boss, did you find the two sticks last time?" As he spoke, he looked around, as if he was afraid of being heard by others.

"What stick?" Jiang Jiang looked confused.

"It's those two metal things that look like steel needles! The kind that can cut the operating table easily like cutting tofu. Have you found them, boss?" Tan Shujue's tone was full of anxiety and expectation.

"No, what's wrong?" Jiang Jiang was very curious and didn't understand why Tan Shujue suddenly asked this.

What's so special about this thing?

Just then, another voice interrupted: "What are you two whispering about in secret?" Qiao Si had walked up to them at some point, with a curious look on his face.

Jiang Jiang and Tan Shujue looked at each other, then shifted their gaze to Qiao Si. They both shook their heads to indicate that it was nothing.

After a moment's silence, Jiang Jiang said, "It's nothing serious. We just lost something a few days ago..." He briefly explained to Qiao Si the process of the loss of Qi Dai mentioned earlier.

After listening to this, Qiao Si nodded thoughtfully.

He looked around and whispered, "How could you have something so dangerous? Is there something wrong here?"