Flash marriage to the underworld boss, the queen of metaphysics is sweet and wild

After Wen Qi finished explaining to Zhu Jinni, she rushed back to the Feng family's old house. Now that the spiritual energy has revived, Zhang Zhenyan has a high level of inspiration, and it will only be a matter of time before he can see ghosts. Wen Qi was actually not surprised at all, and naturally not worried.

When he got home, Zhang Zhenyan was coaxing Yangyang to play.

After Yangyang learned to crawl, the layout of the living room changed a bit. A large playpen was placed on the open space, filled with play mats and various toys.

The one-year-old and one-year-old have been playing with toys in the playpen because Wen Qi comforted Zhang Zhenyan on the phone before, but now she seems to be in good condition, with a gentle smile on her face.

When he heard the movement and looked over, Zhang Zhenyan got up anxiously and walked out.

"Sister-in-law, I'm not pregnant again, am I?" Zhang Zhenyan asked with a frown on her face, lowering her voice: "I have only recovered for a few days, and I don't want to have another baby so soon.

Wen Qi was stunned. She had never thought of this guess before. She looked at Zhang Zhenyan carefully, shook her head and said, "No, she's not pregnant."

Zhang Zhenyan breathed a sigh of relief, "Then what happened to me?"

Wen Qi said: "When spiritual energy revives, ordinary people's inspiration will subtly improve. Your inspiration is already high, so it's not surprising that it improves faster."

Zhang Zhenyan digested it for a moment, and then asked: "In other words, I will always be able to see ghosts in the future?"

Wen Qi nodded, "Yes, you don't like it?"

Zhang Zhenyan looked at Yangyang, "I can't say whether I like it or not, but it's good to be able to see the same world as Yangyang."

Wen Qi patted her and said, "Don't think too much, I've experienced it once, I should be able to get used to it this time."

Zhang Zhenyan laughed, "I was shocked when I suddenly saw a kid today." She sighed, "It will probably take a little more time."

In the evening, Wen Qi had dinner at her old house and played with Yangyang for a long time. She didn't go home until Yangyang was about to go to bed. I still have some commissions to complete tomorrow, so it will be more convenient to go back to the city center.

After a night of silence, Wen Qi rushed to the criminal police detachment early the next morning and opened the case information as usual.

As soon as she opened it, Wen Qi's expression relaxed a little. It was rare that it was finally not a murder case.

The reporter is a well-known painter Anda Wen, who is over sixty this year. He was immersed in art in his early years and had no mood for love. He waited until he was almost forty before getting married and having children. His son An Heng, who is twenty-six years old, became famous for an oil painting some time ago.

Andawen reported the crime because of this. He felt that Anheng was not capable of painting that painting. He has seen his own son since he was a child, and he has no idea what his level is.

Although he studied since childhood and majored in art in college, An Heng's talent is really limited and his achievements are mediocre.

Andavin persuaded him to change his direction more than once. If you like painting, you don't have to be a master. Although he is old, his thinking is not pedantic at all.

An Heng was stunned, convinced that he would be able to paint a masterpiece that would be passed down through the ages!

Anda Wen was very angry and didn't treat him well in the past two years.

When An Heng's oil painting titled "Light" became popular, Anda Wen was very surprised. Deep down, he blamed himself for not giving more encouragement to his son, but instead frequently poured cold water on it. Fortunately, An Heng had a strong mind and was not affected.

For the first time in his life, Andawen admitted his mistake and made an appointment with An Heng, wanting to have a good chat.

When the father and son met in the restaurant, An Dawen almost didn't recognize his son. An Heng had long hair and a braid on the back of his head. His figure was also much thinner, and he looked like he was skin and bones.

Anda Wen was startled and ignored what he originally wanted to say. He quickly told An Heng to eat well and exercise moderately, otherwise he would not be able to paint for a few years and his body would collapse.

An Heng behaved politely throughout the whole process, completely without his previous unruly appearance.

Andawen was very unaccustomed to it, but he was also happy for Anheng's growth. Later, An Heng invited him to the apartment to watch him paint, and Anda Wen went.

This time he found more violations.

Many of An Heng's habits have changed, including his hobbies that have lasted for more than ten years since he was a child, as well as his brushstrokes when painting, etc. It's like he is a completely different person.

The more Andavin looked at him, the more he felt that the person in front of him was not his son at all. He couldn't stay any longer, so he found an excuse and stumbled away. When he thought about the increasing number of supernatural cases on the Internet, he felt really uneasy and called the police when he got home.

Now, two days have passed since the time for reporting the crime. Since it is not a particularly dangerous case, the police are not in that hurry.

Wen Qi looked at the address of An's family. It was in Long'an District, a well-known old and wealthy area in Yunhai City, and it was still very prosperous.

Zhu Jinni had something to do today, so she had to go alone.

As usual, she took a taxi when going out. Wen Qi once again felt that she had to take a driver's license test. Taking a taxi was really inconvenient.

The An family lives in the only villa area in Long'an District. Although it is a bit old, having such a large villa near the center of Yunhai, where land is extremely valuable, can only be described as rich or expensive.

Wen Qi confirmed the house number, stepped forward and rang the doorbell, and soon a voice came out, "Hello, what can I do for you?"

Wen Qi smiled politely and said, "I am the Celestial Master of the police force. I am here to report the case to Andawen."

There was silence for a moment, and then he said: "Master An went to his son's place yesterday and has not come back. Maybe you can call and ask."

The smile on Wen Qi's face remained unchanged, "Thank you." She looked at the villa through the iron gate-like gate, and at the same time took out her mobile phone and dialed Andavin's number. No one answered the phone until the ringing sound ended.

"Qing Yi, go in and take a look."

Qingyi turned into a wisp of smoke and floated in, quietly looking around the villa inside and out. After returning, he reported, "Master, Andawen is in the basement of the villa, and his son An Heng is also there."

Wen Qi raised her eyebrows. Fortunately, she was cautious and checked before leaving. In this case, the aunt's answer just now is a bit intriguing. Why did she lie?

"Master, I think it's best to call the police now and ask the police to come over." Qing Yi said expressionlessly: "Anda Wen was tied up in the basement by An Heng and bled."

Wen Qi's expression paused, "Is he still alive?"

Qing Yi nodded, "He is still alive now, but he may not be able to hold on for long."

Wen Qi called Zhu Jinni, first to explain the situation, and secondly to report that she planned to break into the house.

People's lives were at stake, so naturally Zhu Jinni would not refuse. After hanging up the phone, she immediately found someone to rush to An's house.

Wen Qi glanced at the old-fashioned door lock on the door, smiled and said, "Help open the door."

Qing Yi stretched out her finger, inserted it into the door lock, turned it slightly and opened it.

Wen Qi looked as usual and walked in swaggeringly. After they all entered the living room, the aunt at home realized that an outsider had entered the house. Her face immediately changed and she screamed: "How did you get in? Get out quickly! I'm going to call the police!"

Wen Qi said "heh" and walked directly to the basement under the leadership of Qing Yi.

The aunt looked to be fifty years old. When she saw this, she ran over and blocked Wen Qi, "What on earth do you want to do?"

Wen Qi looked her up and down, "You're not being controlled either. As for being an accomplice to a stranger?"

The color on Auntie's face faded, but she still didn't move away. "I don't know what you are talking about. Please leave immediately."

Wen Qi raised her hand and moved her aunt away. She really moved her, lifting her up easily to change places.

The aunt was stunned. When Wen Qi walked down, she realized what she was doing and hurriedly chased after him. But with her old arms and legs, she couldn't get up quickly when she went downstairs.

By the time they caught up, Wen Qi had already had a panoramic view of the situation in the basement.

Andavin was tied to the sofa, his face pale and unconscious. His wrist hanging down on the edge of the sofa was bloody and bloody. It looked like it had been cut repeatedly. There was a white paint bucket under the wrist.

In the open space next to him, a tall and thin young man was painting. The white canvas was filled with deep and light reds.

Paint made from blood?

Just as Wen Qi was about to step forward, her aunt rushed over from outside, hugged Wen Qi, and shouted, "Master, run! Someone is coming to arrest you!"

An Heng turned a deaf ear and continued painting the canvas unhurriedly. He looked like an artist immersed in his own world.

Wen Qi frowned slightly, "Qing Yi, take this aunt up there and hand it over to the police when they arrive."

Auntie doesn't know why, who is Qing Yi? The next second, she felt that her body was out of control, and she let go of Wen Qi against her will, then turned and walked upstairs.

If there were any outsiders around, they would definitely notice that Auntie’s heels were turned up, which was obviously a characteristic of a ghost’s upper body.

With her ears quiet, Wen Qi walked slowly to An Heng and looked at An Heng for a few seconds before speaking, "Are you painting the sunset?"

An Heng paused with his pen tip, then slowly turned his head to look at Wen Qi, with a smile on his lips, "Did you see it?"

His head turned very strangely, and if most people turned their heads, their bodies would move along with it. But An Heng's head turned more than 45 degrees, but his body was still facing forward.

It feels like the head and body are separated, and it would not be surprising if it falls off in the next second.

Somewhat scary.

Wen Qi nodded calmly, "It's obvious. But I'm a little curious, why do you only express it in red?"

An Heng turned his head back, "Because the sunset is always red."

Wen Qi recalled that she had seen the sunset so many times. Is the sunset red? Probably not? She shook her head and asked, "Then why do you use blood to color?"

An Heng began to write, "Because human blood is the purest color."

Wen Qi suddenly realized, and then asked: "Then why don't you use your own?"

An Heng's brush landed on the canvas with too much force, leaving a particularly obvious mark.

Seeing that a painting that was almost completed was ruined.

Wen Qi blinked and said calmly: "You seem to be repainting, what should I do? Do you still have enough paint?"

An Heng put down the brush, turned to face her, and said in a faint tone: "Originally it wasn't enough, but you came."