Barber wisdom to capture the big devil

French barber Merle is a smart and capable young man, he opened a barber store in Paris, because the store is too small, business has been bad, and it seems to be unable to support. This day, he was staying in the barber store to read the newspaper, hoping to find the opportunity to make a fortune.

Suddenly a message attracted him, it turns out that the police offered a reward of 150,000 francs for the capture of a murderer who killed three people in a row, Franchise.

Blond, 1.85m, armed with a revolver? 150,000 francs. If I had 150,000 francs, I could open a bigger store and hire a few more people, alas, daydreaming, Merle thought.

At that moment someone walked in, Merle scrambled to get up, but saw the person, wearing a big trench coat, a big mask on his mouth, and a pair of sunglasses on the bridge of his nose.

The man walked up to Merle and whispered, "I want to dye my hair." He sat down on a chair.

Merle patted his shoulder in a friendly manner and said, "Sir, please take off the mask." Before the words were said, Merle felt a hard object against his chest and looked down to see that it was a pistol. Merle's heart secretly prayed, do not meet that murderous devil, I do not want to earn that 150,000. The face is the same as the one printed on the reward notice, which is the murderer Franchise.

The white scarf was put around Francis. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to the market.

Merle nodded vigorously and turned to get his razor. Francis grabbed him and said, "Shave me with electric shears, I don't want a knife on my neck!" Merle had to do as he was told and took up the electric shears. In the electric shear "click" sound, Merle at this moment how to hope that the police can fall from the sky. This cruel murderer wants to lend my hand, and change his appearance so that the police can not recognize him, he will go to the wrongdoing, how to do, thinking, Merle's forehead is full of beads of sweat.

The franchise saw all this in the eyes, secretly laughing at this timid barber, they pretended to comfort him: "Do not be too nervous, as long as you can give me a new look, I will not kill you."

Merle rubbed his hands, pretending to be afraid of the look, and said: "Sir, you see this beard shaved okay?" While secretly muttering: "See how I will cure you later."

Franchise rubbed his bare chin, smiled, and said, "Not bad, like three years younger!"

Merle ingratiatingly came close and said, "Better dye your blonde hair black, then no one will recognize it!"

Franchise relaxed his guard a bit, smiled, and nodded, but his eyes never left Merle's every movement, as long as Merle dare to move lightly, the gun in his hand. The company's main business is to provide a wide range of products and services to its customers.

The newest and most recent news from Paris is too tight. If the police caught him, he would be dead. He looked in the mirror has become a full head of dark hair of a young man, thinking even he did not recognize, then whistled with pleasure.

Dyed hair, Merle asked Franchise to wash his hair. Franchise instantly regained his alertness, he patted Merle's cheek and said, "Are you ready to press me into the water and suffocate?"

Merle's face turned white with fear and he said: "I dare not! I don't dare!"

Franchise ripped off his white scarf and said, "Boy, I'll give you 100 francs for your work, you sit honestly on the bench, I'll watch you from the coffee shop across the street, if you want to call the police, the gun will not see!"

With these words, Franchise disappeared in a flash at the door.

Merle stood on his tiptoes and looked across the street at the coffee shop where business was slow and there was no sign of Franchise among the few people. The police chief Kemi received Merle.

After introducing himself, Merle took out that day's morning paper, pointed to Franchise's picture, and said, "If I help you catch the killer, will I get a sum of money?"

Sergeant Kemi said, "100,000 francs for accurate information, and another 50,000 for the police officer who gets the credit!"

Merle said with great pleasure, "I just dyed Franchise's hair."

Kemi asked impatiently, "What color!"

"Black!"

"Are you kidding? There are at least 500,000 black-haired people in Paris!"

Merle couldn't help but laugh, attached to the sheriff's ear and said: "You don't underestimate the black hair, that is dyed with my carefully prepared potion, within half an hour, the potion will react chemically and turn green, and Franchise will become a monster with green hair!"

When Sergeant Kemi heard this, he stared in amazement and could not help but realize that he took out the intercom and asked the headquarters to send a notice to all stations and docks to catch the murderer Franchise, who had been dyed green hair.

Green-haired people, who are almost absent in the world, are too good to find. Half an hour later, the police caught Franchise on the docks, and he was looking around for a barber to shave his head.