Pang Feng's departure plunged the Pang family into grief, but fortunately, Zhang Ning's timely appearance made up for it.

When Zhang Ning appeared at Pang Feng's funeral as a 'surviving person', Pang Qingtian was not as excited as others, nor did he suspect that this girl was here to take the opportunity to extort money. He knew everything his own son had done, and he just said lightly: "If it is not my grandson who is born, do you know what the consequences are?" ”

Ordinary women, at this time, will panic. Because, this is not the first time this kind of thing has happened, and later it turned out that those women who tried to fool the people had a 'miserable' ending. And this Zhang Ning's expression was calm, and he didn't look afraid at all, which made Pang Qingtian believe in her. What's more, Zhang Ning also took the initiative to live in the Pang family until the child was born and underwent DNA testing to prove his 'innocence'.

However, after that, this woman's ruthlessness also made Pang Qingtian completely 'impressed' by her.

From the first day he lived in the Pang family, Zhang Ning said: "The Pang family has promised no less than a penny. Otherwise, she can't guarantee that the child will be born normally'. Pang Qingtian nodded, what is money to him? With his current net worth, money is just a number. The key is that, judging from his years of experience in reading countless people, Pang Feng may really leave a grandson for him.

Now, what worries Pang Qingtian the most is actually another thing, since he last saw Lin Jinghao, he hasn't been able to sleep well. Lin Jinghao's appearance is too much like a person who makes him afraid, hasn't this person disappeared a long time ago? Why did it suddenly appear again? Could it be that his son found it himself...

Pang Qingtian immediately found the housekeeper and ordered him to check the details of the new police station director. It doesn't matter if this check is made, the results of the investigation made him even more restless.

"Is he really Lin Jinrong's son?" Pang Qingtian asked the housekeeper three times in a row in disbelief.

"Yes, sir, we have confirmed it again and again, but it is said that his relationship with his father has not been very good, so he has not returned home during his more than ten years as a soldier. Now, he has just changed jobs and been assigned to be the head of the police station here, so he shouldn't know about you and his father. ”

"Hmm," Pang Qingtian snorted, in fact, he could see from Lin Jinghao's expression that Lin Jinghao should have just happened to appear here. However, his coincidental appearance still became a thorn in his heart.

"Master, do you still want the painter you invited for the young master?"

"Yes, why not, let him paint a good picture of Feng'er, I will hang him in his own child's room in the future, and let him watch his child be born." Pang Qingtian retracted his thoughts, he only hoped that what he was afraid of would never happen.

The weather in the mountains is always so fresh, and it is simply a paradise for morning joggers. However, what Lin Jinghao didn't expect was that he would meet Xia Mingyue when he was running in the morning. Xia Mingyue, who was wearing a small sports vest, was too hot, and after being soaked with sweat, her curves were even more exposed, making people dare not look at it directly.

The two passed in opposite directions and said hello, Lin Jinghao forgot what to say for a while, so he could only look back at Xia Mingyue who was far away, and then lowered his head and continued to run forward.

Unconsciously, Lin Jinghao ran to the boundary between yin and yang again, and in the distance, where he saw Zhang Jing last time, there was a figure swaying slightly. Lin Jinghao couldn't help but be taken aback, and he unconsciously slowed down. Do you see the soul of the deceased again?' However, the place where the figure stood this time was the realm of the 'living'.

Lin Jinghao approached slowly, this time he saw very clearly, this was a person with a paintbrush, and there was an easel in front of him, it should be a painter who came to the mountains to collect wind. The painter seemed to have spotted him, turned his head slightly to look at Lin Jinghao, and then continued to look back at his canvas.

The scenery in the mountains is very beautiful, and with the development of tourism, some 'wind pickers' have slowly appeared in recent years. However, it is generally on the other side of the mountain, and it is almost impossible to see it if you come to the Yin and Yang Realm, because it is full of thick fog all year round, and there is no scenery to paint at all.

Lin Jinghao, who got closer, glanced at this man with long hair and not very trim. Dressed in a black crumpled trench coat and black casual sneakers that have not even tied their shoes, it gives people a sloppy feeling, and there is still a face of stubble on his face, which looks like he went out in a panic before he had time to clean himself up early in the morning. There was no expression on his not-so-handsome face, a pair of eyes that were not very attentive, and under the wide-rimmed black-rimmed glasses, it was like a pair of candles about to be extinguished in the night.

"Excuse me, what kind of flower are you drawing?" Lin Jinghao has always had an inexplicable sense of reverence for artists.

I saw a crystal clear white flower painted on the canvas with a pure black background, the crystal white figure, the slightly drooping flower was born alone at the top of the flower tip, and from the shape, it looked like a trumpet flower with its head down.

"By the way, have you ever seen this kind of flower in this mountain?" The painter glanced back at Lin Jinghao and asked.

"This flower? I don't think I've seen it before. In Lin Jinghao's mind, there is really no such flower.

"This flower is called the Crystal Orchid, also known as the 'Flower of Death', and it is a very rare flower, and its appearance is very unique, and it will appear white at night, which looks very scary. Moreover, it is also known as the ghost flower, and it also has a legend that it can bring people back to life, but none of the people who go to pick it can pick it alive. I've heard that it's in this mountain. It's a pity that I haven't seen it for so long. ”

"Crystal Orchid? Such a beautiful flower, such a horrible name! Lin Jinghao looked at the flowers on the canvas and sighed.

"Yes, ordinary painters like to paint beautiful things in the world, in fact, many things that come from the underworld are really worth painting for us." The painter seemed to sigh secretly when he said this.

"I, Yin Jie, known as the 'Painter of Death', are the first audience I came here." Yin Jie finally put down the paintbrush and stretched out his right hand towards Lin Jinghao.

"Lin Jinghao, a police officer from the Qingshan Town Police Station, you are the first painter I know." Lin Jinghao stretched out his hand happily, he had long wanted to meet such a friend with an 'artistic temperament'.

"You're a cop? Great, I'm safe here. Yin Jie said happily.

Through a conversation with Yin Jie, Lin Jinghao learned that Yin Jie is actually an alternative painter, or an opportunistic painter.

He graduated from a formal art academy and was once known as one of the most promising graduates. However, when he entered society, he was repeatedly frustrated. Because there were too many competitors in the traditional painting method, and he himself was too paranoid, he couldn't bear to fail in the end, and embarked on the road of suicide.

Who knows, when he wakes up from the emergency room, he seems to have understood the true meaning of life. From then on, he began to change his painting style, specializing in painting things that people dare not paint, wandering between the yin and yang worlds, in his words: "Only when people die once can they know how to cherish their future lives more." Who knows, this style of painting is so popular that many people who like alternative styles buy his paintings and hang them in their homes, or nostalgia for their deceased relatives, or constantly remind themselves that death does not mean the end, but represents rebirth. This also allowed him to forge his own artistic path.

Due to the limited time in the morning, Lin Jinghao didn't have much time to talk to him, so the two hurriedly said goodbye, left each other's phone numbers, and made an appointment to meet again when they were free.

As soon as he returned to the police station, Pei Feng greeted him in a hurry: "Lin Suo, do you know that the Pang family specially invited a painter to draw a 'underworld painting' for Pang Shao." ”

"What's wrong?"

"Is this feudal superstition?" Seeing that Lin Jinghao didn't seem to care about his own problem, Pei Feng followed closely behind and asked.

"Pei Feng, are you an idle egg. I warn you, the Pang family has just died, the young master, don't go to find yourself boring, be careful of people letting the mastiff bite you. The instructor heard this, sat down directly behind the desk and shouted.

"No, this time his family invited Yin Jie, do you know Yin Jie? That's a figure known as the 'Painter of Death', and it's been very popular in the past few years! Pei Feng looked back at the instructor and said seriously.

"I can't see it, Pei Feng, you're still 'chasing stars', won't you be chasing on 'Douyin' again?"

Gu Qing walked in, wearing a suitable police uniform on top of his tall figure, looking clean and neat, and heroic.

"Hey, you guys... It's really not up to date. Seeing that his colleagues were making fun of him, Pei Feng could only muttered in a self-deprecating voice.

"Pei Feng, work well, I'll take you to meet someone after work." Seeing Pei Feng's lost look, Lin Jinghao said jokingly.

"Who are you seeing? Lin Suo, you don't want to take me on a blind date too. "It seems that during this time, Pei Feng has been 'cared for' a lot.

"Man, definitely a man you want to meet, a man who is very popular right now and likes alternative ways of painting."

"Lin Suo, you don't want to take me to see Yin Jie, do you?" Pei Feng was stunned for a moment, looked at Lin Jinghao and asked in disbelief, and his mood instantly turned from sadness to joy.

"What? I can't know a painter, can I? Lin Jinghao said with a smile.

"Lin Suo, you are really good to me." confirmed that the person he wanted to see was the 'Painter of Death', and Pei Feng almost jumped up with excitement.