Chapter 21 Portrait

◎I know this person◎

For some reason, Zhao Xiangwan had a bad feeling when he saw Director Peng's mysterious look.

Sure enough, Director Peng looked over and said, "Zhao Xiangwan, you will be in charge of contacting and communicating with this painter."

Everyone in the room said in unison: "What is Zhao Xiangwan responsible for? She is just here for an internship."

Director Peng waved his hands and said, "Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, it's not a bad thing. This portrait artist is quite special. He doesn't occupy a position, doesn't receive salary, and doesn't have to work on the job. His only request is to follow Zhao Xiangwan."

Xu Songling looked at Director Peng warily: "Without a job title and no salary, why would anyone want to work here? Nothing comes easy. Director Peng, you must not be greedy. Zhao Xiangwan is just an intern. She still has to learn from Zhu Feipeng and He Mingyu. How can she have time to guide others?"

Seeing how nervous he was about his young apprentice Zhao Xiangwan, Director Peng couldn't help but laugh: "Okay, okay, don't worry, Old Xu. You know this guy, and he's not a bad guy."

"I recognize him?" Xu Songling was confused. "Which one?"

Director Peng was so relaxed for once, and blinked his eyes: "Let me keep you in suspense for now, the person is in my office, I'll bring him over to you."

Director Peng walked out of the large office of the Serious Crime Unit with big strides. His rhythmic footsteps could be heard in the corridor.

Zhu Feipeng wailed, "Why has Director Peng become so naughty?"

He Mingyu was meticulous and observant. He opened the window and pouted: "Did you see that? Someone donated three Changjiang 750 sidecar police motorcycles, two Beijing Jeep 212s, and two latest Changan minivans to the bureau. This has greatly improved the level of police vehicle equipment in our bureau. Director Peng was very happy."

Zhu Feipeng realized it later and opened his mouth wide: "Which rich man is so rich? So many cars must be expensive."

Xu Songling walked to the window and glanced at the parking lot, his lips gradually rising.

Zhu Feipeng glanced at him and said, "Captain Xu, what are you laughing at?"

Xu Songling shook his head and laughed.

Zhao Xiangwan didn't smile, but his eyebrows wrinkled.

Zhu Feipeng noticed that she was in deep thought and asked, "Why are you frowning? Have you guessed it?"

Zhao Xiangwan shook his head and sighed.

Seeing everyone's expression of "I know who it is, but I won't tell you", Zhu Feipeng felt very upset and kept asking: "Hey, hey, hey, are you a friend? Why didn't you tell me?"

Seeing Zhu Feipeng pulling his hair and spinning around in the office, the others all laughed.

Amidst the laughter, a voice rang out from the doorway: "Are you all so happy to know I'm coming?"

Everyone's eyes turned to the newcomer.

The man with the chubby figure, smiling face, and wearing a dark satin cotton jacket with fox fur at the collar, was none other than Ji Jinmao.

Behind Ji Jinmao stood Ji Zhao.

His skin was very white, a porcelain-like white, smooth and delicate. Under his crow-feather-like eyelashes, his eyes were like black jade. If others didn't tell you, it would be impossible to associate such an incredibly beautiful man with autism.

After the Four Seasons Hotel incident, Ji Jinmao came to deliver a banner. He was quite familiar with the Serious Cases Unit 1 Office. He walked in with a smile and shook Xu Songling's hand, "Captain Xu, I am here to trouble you again."

When Xu Songling saw the car donated to the police station, he roughly guessed that it was Ji Jinmao. He was so generous, probably wanting to get Ji Zhao into the police force.

Ji Zhao is a hyperrealist painter. Such a person who is hard to invite is rushing to the serious crime unit to be a portrait painter. No wonder Director Peng is so successful! The more he thought about it, the happier he became. Xu Songling smiled and shook Ji Jinmao's hand with a hearty smile: "No trouble, no trouble."

Ji Zhao didn't say anything, his eyes still maintaining a cool demeanor, he followed Ji Jinmao and walked in slowly.

Director Peng introduced with a smile: "Come on, let me introduce you to our new colleague in the bureau, Ji Zhao. In the future, he will officially join the serious crime team to assist you in completing the portrait work. Zhao Xiangwan, you will be responsible for communication with Ji Zhao from now on."

Director Peng spoke, Zhao stepped forward and saluted: "Yes!"

Director Peng was very satisfied with Zhao Xiangwan's attitude and said to Ji Jinmao, "Okay, I have completed my mission. You can let Ji Zhao take over the rest of the work with them."

After saying this, Director Peng left happily with his hands behind his back.

The police force no longer has a shortage of vehicles, a portrait painter has been found, and there is no need to worry about staffing or salaries. It's perfect.

Ji Jinmao bowed to everyone in the serious crime team.

"Foreign psychology expert Hanks suggested that Ji Zhao should have more contact with strangers. I wanted to let him go, but I was afraid that the incident at the hotel would happen again. After thinking about it, where is a safer place than the Public Security Bureau? Everyone here is the light of justice, and you are doing a great good deed to punish evil and promote good. You must understand the heart of an old father like me.

I can take care of him for one day while I am alive. But one day I will leave this world, what will happen to Ji Zhao? Please take good care of him, teach him how to deal with people, and learn to recognize good people from bad people. I am here to thank you all! "

Ji Jinmao acted like a wanderer or a visitor, and bowed to everyone.

The richest man in Star City, a celebrity entrepreneur, and the president of a listed company, he humbled himself so much, donated a car and bowed, just to let his son get in touch with society - such a fatherly gesture moved Xu Songling.

He stepped forward and held Ji Jinmao's arm: "Don't worry, President Ji. Since you have handed Ji Zhao over to us, we will take over. But... life in the police force is hard. I wonder if Ji Zhao can bear this hardship?"

Ji Jinmao smiled like a fox: "If the police force has any difficulties, just tell me. When I donated the cars this time, I made an agreement with Director Peng. One of the Beijing Jeep and one minivan will be used by the Serious Crime Unit 1. In addition, I sent two chefs to the police canteen to help and improve everyone's meals."

Everyone cheered.

"I'll drive that new Beijing Jeep!"

"One van can take everyone in our group, which will make it much more convenient to use the van in the future."

"That's great. The food in our department's cafeteria should have been improved long ago."

"I declare that from now on I will eat in the cafeteria morning, noon and night!"

Seeing these young policemen who worked hard in the wind and rain to solve a case cheering for having more cars and improved food, Ji Jinmao felt a little distressed.

They are about the same age as Ji Zhao, but they took on the heavy burden of work at an early age, which is admirable.

Ji Jinmao said: "I have discussed with the bureau and have decided to donate one million dollars to set up a fund to punish crime and promote good deeds. Whenever a major case is solved, there will be corresponding bonuses."

The cheers became louder.

Maybe the second-generation rich Zhu Feipeng doesn't care about money, but the others do. Police salaries are not high, and if you can get a bonus for solving a case, it's an incentive no matter how much.

Amid the cheers, Xu Songling called Zhao Xiangwan over and said, "You can communicate with Ji Zhao, so take care of him more often in the future."

Zhao Xiangwan nodded again: "Okay!"

Ji Jinmao's smile was almost flattering: "I'm sorry to trouble you."

Zhao Xiangwan pursed his lips: "Not bad."

Ji Jinmao once said that he had a way to make Ji Zhao follow him, but he didn't expect it to be this method.

Seeing that Zhao Xiangwan's attitude was a little bit salty, Ji Jinmao was worried that she was unhappy, so he quickly reached out and pulled Ji Zhao and brought him in front of Zhao Xiangwan.

"From now on, let Ji Zhao follow you. Let him do whatever you do, and give him whatever you eat. Ji Zhao is very easy to take care of. He is not picky about food or clothes, but he can't talk. Sometimes he gets a little emotional, so you have to bear with him."

As he suddenly got closer to Ji Zhao, his inner world once again appeared in Zhao Xiangwan's mind in the form of pictures.

It was still the same wilderness, the same big tree, and the same skylark, but there was much less snow covering the ground, revealing a small patch of grass.

The skylark was not flying, but hopping on the grass. Like a child who had discovered a new toy, it pecked at the tip of a toy that had just emerged from the ground and looked around curiously.

It is rare to see such a pure and innocent adult world in this noisy world. Zhao Xiangwan tentatively asked: "Isn't the grass green? Why not add some color?"

Once again witnessing Zhao Xiangwan's unique way of communication, Ji Jinmao was a little nervous and stared at his son's reaction without blinking.

Ji Zhao, who had been keeping his head down, suddenly raised his head and looked at her intently with a pair of dark eyes.

Ji Jinmao squeezed his hands hard to control himself from screaming. Ji Zhao and her had only met for the second time, and he actually made eye contact with her! You know, Ji Zhao has resisted communicating with people since he was a child, and basically does not make eye contact with people. Except for his grandmother who raised him, Ji Zhao would not look anyone in the eye.

Even if it was Ji Jinmao, who tried his best and was sincere, he still couldn't get Ji Zhao to look at him more than once.

【How to draw colors? 】

A youthful voice resounded in my mind.

Zhao Xiangwan felt relieved when he heard Ji Zhao's voice. As long as he was willing to communicate with him, they could get along well.

“If you want it to have color, it will have color.”

【Then should I try? 】

Ji Zhao's voice gradually became more energetic.

Zhao Xiangwan met his gaze.

What a pair of beautiful eyes, clear, clean, and focused. The black, dilated pupils are like a black hole, attracting all the light and making people feel happy involuntarily.

Zhao Xiangwan slowed down his speech and spoke clearly: "Try it, paint the grass green."

Once willing to communicate, Ji Zhao is very obedient.

He blinked, and the small patch of grass instantly turned green.

In the black and white world, there was suddenly a touch of bright green. Even if it was just a little bit, it still made Zhao Xiangwan feel a sense of accomplishment.

Ji Jinmao didn't understand what they were talking about, so he poked Xu Songling's arm quietly: "What do you mean? Does Zhao Xiangwan always talk like this?"

Xu Songling glared at him and said, "Different people have different ways of speaking and different content. Is there any problem?" Ji Jinmao shrank his neck and dared not say anything.

After teaching Ji Jinmao a lesson, Xu Songling remembered something important and said to Zhao Xiangwan, "Take him to the Tianranju Hotel and gather all the waiters who saw Weng Pingfang's lover, and have Ji Zhao draw the portrait."

Zhao Xiangwan made a gesture to Zhu Feipeng, signaling him to drive the car, and turned to look at Ji Zhao: "Come ride with us."

Ji Zhao had a good impression of Zhao Xiangwan.

No one could understand Ji Zhao's panic, and no one could understand his helplessness, but Zhao Xiangwan could. Listening to her didn't seem like a bad thing.

"If you agree, then nod."

Ji Zhao nodded as he was told.

Zhao Xiangwan felt like he was taking care of a neighbor's child, but fortunately the child was very obedient and not annoying.

Ji Jinmao, who was standing aside, felt his nose getting a little sour. Professor Hanks was right, Ji Zhao should be allowed to interact with more people. Ji Zhao already knew that he should nod his head to agree!

Zhao Xiangwan hurriedly took out paper and pen from the filing cabinet, took the painting folder handed to him by Ji Jinmao, and went to Tianranju Hotel again with Ji Zhao, Zhu Feipeng, and He Mingyu.

As soon as Ji Zhao, who was dressed in casual clothes, appeared, the waiters were attracted by his appearance. They were a little excited and surrounded him, looking at him without any scruples.

[Does the Public Security Bureau have such a beautiful police officer? ]

[Prettier than those movie stars! ]

[My God, his skin is whiter than mine, and his eyes are as bright as the stars in the sky.]

When young women gather together, their inner joy will surely be expressed in the form of chattering.

“Is he also a police officer in your department?”

"Where are you from? How old are you this year?"

"Comrade police officer, are you married?"

The originally quiet hotel conference room suddenly became crowded and noisy.

The wind began to blow in Ji Zhao's world.

The wind blew up the snow on the ground, covering the patch of grass that had finally been exposed, making the specks of green completely invisible.

Zhao Xiangwan noticed something was wrong and stepped forward to stop the waiters from approaching, saying coldly: "Don't interfere with official business, come one by one!"

Zhu Feipeng also stretched out his hand, protecting Zhao Xiangwan and Ji Zhao behind him, and shouted: "Back off!"

The two young policemen looked heroic and cold, and the waiters were startled and retreated in unison.

The noisy scent of cosmetics faded away, and the little skylark poked its head out of the bird's nest again.

Zhao Xiangwan thought this skylark hiding in Ji Zhao's inner world was quite adorable, and a smile appeared in his eyes: "Don't blow, isn't it cold?"

[I don’t want to either.]

Hearing Ji Zhao's inner voice, Zhao Xiangwan realized that he could not control the wind and snow in his inner world, so he comforted him: "It's okay, I will make the wind stop."

Ji Zhao paused and nodded slightly.

The smile in Zhao Xiangwan's eyes deepened a little.

If you agree, just nod. Ji Zhao learns very quickly.

After Zhao Xiangwan calmed Ji Zhao down, he took the paper and pen and handed it to him: "Whatever they say, just write it down on the paper, okay?"

Painting is an instinct engraved in Ji Zhao's bones. He nodded, clamped the white paper on the drawing board, and spun the pencil in a circle on his fingertips.

His slender, white fingers have strong and thin joints, and the pen seems to have life in his hand.

"That man looked like an official. He was in his forties, tall, with long arms and legs, well-dressed, and very clean."

With a few strokes of the pen, the back of a tall, upright, and somewhat reserved mature man appeared on the paper.

The waiter was surprised and said, "Yes, yes, that's right. Although he is not young, he has taken good care of himself and his figure has not changed."

"He has a long face, long eyes, and the corners of his eyes are tilted upwards..."

A pair of beautiful phoenix eyes with slight wrinkles at the corners of the eyes jump out of the paper.

"His forehead is very broad. You can tell at first glance that he is a smart man."

With just a few strokes, the broad forehead and the beautiful widow's peak in the middle of his hair were added, which made the waiter say in surprise: "Oh, I forgot about that. That's right, his hair is short, but it looks so good."

"Her lips are a bit thin, and she often purses them when she's not talking."

With his thin lips slightly pursed and his eyes slightly narrowed, this person looks elegant and reserved.

Half an hour later, Weng Pingfang's lover, who had a weekly date with her, gradually appeared in front of Zhao Xiangwan.

Tall, pierced eyes, thin lips, broad forehead, middle-aged man, full of official taste...

Taking all these characteristics together, this man is 70% similar to Zhao Qingyun!

Zhu Feipeng pointed at the portrait and said loudly: "Isn't this the man I met at the Four Seasons Hotel that time?"

He Mingyu also recognized the man on the paper and turned to look at Zhao Xiangwan: "Do you know this man, who is he?" Zhao Qingyun was very secretive when she appeared in the hotel, and no one saw her full appearance, otherwise the employees would say as soon as they saw Zhao Xiangwan: Ah, yes, she looks very much like her!

Zhao Xiangwan frowned.

Zhao Qingyun is a married man and an official in the provincial party committee. He is a well-known person. He has a woman outside, so naturally he has to keep it secret from others. No wonder he covers himself up so strictly.

However, he met with Weng Pingfang once a week, which was too frequent. No matter how much he disguised himself, he would still be seen. One person would see his forehead, another would notice his eyes, and when he lowered his collar, his nose and mouth would be exposed... Gradually, his entire face would be exposed.

Zhao Qingyun probably didn't know that there was a genius like Ji Zhao in this world, who could vividly depict a person's figure and appearance with just a few simple descriptions.

If Zhao Qingyun is the man who dated Weng Pingfang, is he the murderer?

If so, why did he kill? Was it because of a quarrel or because he wanted to get rid of this improper relationship?

If not, who was the murderer? Was it Zhao Qingyun's business competitor, Weng Pingfang's husband, or someone else?

Countless thoughts flashed through his mind, and Zhao Xiangwan felt confused.

Although she didn't like Zhao Qingyun, she didn't feel good when she suddenly knew that he might be the murderer.

Ji Zhao seemed to sense Zhao Xiangwan's emotions. He picked up the pencil and tapped the back of her hand lightly with gentle movements.

A slight touch came, and Zhao Xiangwan saw the little skylark standing on the branch, chirping, as if asking with concern: What's wrong with you? Are you unhappy?

For some reason, Zhao Xiangwan suddenly calmed down.

"I know this person. His name is Zhao Qingyun. He is a provincial party committee deputy director-level cadre."