"Hehe, your tone is a bit like Tie Ying." Feng Xian smiled and walked back to the back of the desk, sitting in her swivel chair and asked, "Say, what can I do for you?"
Zhang Hai smiled and said, "I have long heard that MI6 has cosmetic potions for people."
"Oh, you want that. It's easy to handle, but that thing can only last for about a month, and you can't change your height and body shape. You can only change your face shape, but the change is not too big. For people who are very familiar, it is still It's possible to see it."
Zhang Hai thought for a moment, "It's almost a month. As for changes that are not so significant, it is acceptable. There are not many people who know me in Hong Kong."
Fengxian didn't expect it to be used by Zhang Hai himself, and couldn't help but smile, "Prince Zhong Hai has to have a plastic surgery, because he is afraid that he knows you too much and avoids those crazy female fans?"
"Yes." Zhang Hai said with a haha, "rest assured, I have something private and it won't have anything to do with you."
"Okay, then come with me."
Followed Fengxian into the treatment room next door, but the real treatment room was not here. Fengxian opened a half-person-height safe and said to Zhang Hai, "Get in."
Zhang Hai looked in and saw a dark area inside, as if it were a passage, but he didn't know how deep it was, and there was no light at all. It looked terrifying.
However, Zhang Hai took the lead and got in.
Afterwards, Fengxian followed Zhang Hai and got in. Zhang Hai heard the sound of the door closing behind the iron cabinet, and the dim light in the passage suddenly lit up.
The passage was a bit small, and Zhang Hai felt too tired to walk in a squat, so he simply landed with his hands and crawled in.
"You came in without thinking about it, all in wa
, Aren't you afraid that this is a trap? Fengxian asked behind.
"It's not that I haven't been here." Zhang Hai's voice was stern in the passage.
Fengxian was stunned for a moment, and then asked, "Then do you know where the end of the climb is?"
Zhang Hai smiled and said, "Isn't that your residence? Is your skeleton still in your room?"
Fengxian laughed as he listened, "If it weren't for looking at your face, I really thought you were an iron eagle. If he told you, wouldn't you tell me so in detail?"
Zhang Hai stopped and turned around and said, "Then you can treat me as an iron eagle."
Of course Fengxian understood what he meant, and giggled, "Unexpectedly, Prince Zhonghai is still a familiar girl, do you know how old I am, how old are you? Fifteen? Have you skinned that stuff?"
The woman in the agent is straightforward and rude. Zhang Hai smiled and said, "Please, I'm nineteen, okay, that thing was skinned early, but it was a bit too long."
"Haha." Fengxian laughed, stretched out his hand and patted Zhang Haigu, "Climb up quickly and listen to these words. I know you are not an iron eagle. He can't say such a thing."
Zhang Hai sighed and continued to crawl in, "People will change, and he has figured it out now. Life is getting better."
"Really?" Fengxian paused, then shook his head in disbelief: "It's hard to imagine that he will change."
This passage is not long. Zhang Hai quickly crawled to the end and opened a small door. This led to Fengxian’s room. They came out of the closet and placed a human skeleton in the corner of the closet. , Used to frighten those timid, so that they dare not come over, just to hide the secret of the wardrobe.
"Lie down." Feng Xian pointed to his bed and asked Zhang Hai to lie on the side.
"Wow, the beautiful woman's bed smells delicious." Zhang Hai lie down while laughing.
"Little hooligan, if you dare to think wildly, be careful that the iron eagle kills you." Fengxian said, dragging a suitcase from under the bed.
"What's up with him? He won't care." Zhang Hai wanted to say that you shouldn't be affectionate, think about whether or not to say, but pointed to the syringe in her hand and asked, "Is it just using this plastic surgery?"
"Yes, this is a human-like lipoprotein, injected into the body is very slow to metabolize, so we use this injection into the skin and muscles to change a person's appearance."
Zhang Hai had only heard about it before, but now that he knows the details, he nodded and asked, "That means you can only get fat but not thin?"
"Well, it's almost like this, but it's not very fat. For example, it can make your cheekbones thicker, make your lips thicker, and can also be injected under your eyelids to change the shape of your eyes..." Fengxian explained and kept busy. Obviously, this face-changing operation is not as simple as a few injections.
"Well, you can also enlarge your breasts?" Zhang Hai asked again.
"Yes, the horse will make you bigger."
"If you can, you can help me make the bottom a bit bigger." Zhang Hai said shamelessly.
"It's not valid for the bottom." Fengxian said, pulling out a computer from the bedside table, and then asked, "Do you want a new identity?"
"Yes, a new face, a new identity, preferably a Hong Kong native."
At this time, the face of Zhang Hai, a hidden camera on the ceiling, was sent to the computer screen. Fengxian captured a front head portrait, and then used this photo to compare with the photo of the personal ID of ordinary Hong Kong citizens in the database. After a while, the system just The three most similar are automatically retrieved.
"Liao Senlin, 23 years old, Du Ziteng, 19 years old, Chen Yaotang, also 19 years old, which one do you think is more similar?" Fengxian turned the screen to Zhang Hai.
The person named Liao Senlin looks very close to the current Zhang Hai. Zhang Hai would not choose him if he wanted to change his appearance, and his stomach hurts and his face was too bloated. Zhang Hai wanted to change his appearance, but he didn't want to disfigure himself. , So it was also ruled out.
The last one, Chen Yaotang, is not bad, somewhat similar to the current Zhang Hai, but at first glance, there is an obvious difference, and it seems to be a little more handsome than Zhang Hai's original face.
"This is Chen Yaotang." Zhang Hai pointed to the screen to confirm.
Xian used the computer again, and after a few seconds, the detailed needle placement and dosage were accurately calculated. Then Fengxian picked up the special syringe and was ready to do it.
Zhang Hai's eyes swept away, and when he saw the number, he was startled, "35 stitches!"
"The needle is very thin." Fengxian smiled and raised the syringe in his hand.
"But this is too exaggerated! Don't my face be pierced into a hornet's nest?"
"Only the more needles, the more real your face can be. Otherwise, it will seem to be swollen on the face. This is a face change, not a breast augmentation. After using this method, even if you slap a few dozen people, your face will not It will be deformed."
Zhang Hai helplessly said, "Okay, come, I will slap someone after changing his face."
"Hehe, sooner or later you have to slap a woman, so nasty." Fengxian sat in a chair beside the bed and started this extremely time-consuming work.
To say that this matter really requires a woman to do it, be patient, shot after shot, and hit Zhang Hai to sleep, only to keep talking to refresh his mind.