There's something wrong with me

Woooo ~

The night deepened, and the snow fell even harder.

Adding to the secret emergency involving the rat.

Finally, through coordination with the dispatch room.

The train made an unscheduled stop at a small city along the way.

Under normal circumstances, it would have passed through without stopping, but the snow would slow down the train.

"Get some people off the train to go to the brother station and get some frozen dumplings to cook and distribute to the passengers."

Zhang Feng instructed the crew and others,

"The weather is so cold, and it's almost the New Year, let's have some dumplings."

Normally, if there are passengers with sudden illnesses on board, the train will also temporarily coordinate a stop, so whether or not to compensate the passengers depends on the train captain and the station's arrangements.

Zhang Feng felt that this was all irrelevant because assisting the Investigation Bureau in capturing the rat came with a ten thousand yuan bonus.

Furthermore, the less people who knew about the rat, the better.

Zhang Feng naturally also signed a handwritten confidentiality agreement.

Because there was an additional five thousand yuan for signing it.

But there was no confidentiality regarding himself; the matter of his skills would definitely be spread.

So many people were watching; it was impossible to keep everyone quiet.

However, Zhang Feng felt that this was also good; perhaps it could attract some 'rats who specialize in killing experts' to come.

This was better than searching for them all over the world.

Of course, Zhang Feng also knew that in a few years, a dozen years, when cameras were everywhere and technologies like motion analysis were used in practice, these rats would not be able to hide so easily.

And at this moment.

Zhang Feng and three criminal police officers got off the train.

They were also dragging a large sack, which was filled with dead rats.

"Eat some dumplings before you go?" Zhang Feng looked at them.

"No, the train will be here soon."

"We still need to go back and hand things over."

The three were still very impressed with Zhang Feng, this non-human, but they were speechless about his kill-on-sight approach.

It was clearly excessive self-defense, intentional rat-slaughter.

… …

Since this trip was completed, and in the subsequent trips.

Zhang Feng noticed that his passengers had increased, and they were always squeezing towards the dining car for no particular reason.

However, they were not non-humans, but rather they had heard that the train captain of this train was a 'legendary martial arts expert,' and out of curiosity, they came to take a look.

And on the tenth day.

This morning.

It was freezing cold in the dead of winter.

The passengers on the platform rubbed their hands while excitedly looking at the train in the distance.

They were all waiting for the doors to open.

"Did you also hear about the train captain's story?"

"Yes, did you too?"

"Yes! I came here specifically!"

At this moment, there were still many passengers gathered and chatting.

Some people came alone, while others brought their relatives and friends.

As they chatted, they realized that everyone's purpose was basically the same.

They had all come to see the expert train captain.

"My brother said that there is a great expert on this train! Like in the movies, he can fly over walls and walk on roofs!"

A young boy was gesticulating excitedly.

The cold weather had frozen his face red.

"Quiet down…" His brother felt embarrassed by his younger brother's shouting, so he grabbed his arm hard.

"Ouch, ouch…" His younger brother stopped shouting.

Because his brother had martial arts skills, even through the cotton-padded coat, he pinched him hard enough to make him grimace.

"Brother…" His younger brother begged for mercy.

His brother saw that his younger brother knew he was wrong, and lowered his voice, saying:

"Since ancient times, martial artists have looked down on each other, and you're shouting like this.

If someone spreads your words randomly, adding fuel to the fire, and makes that expert unhappy, thinking you're mocking him, then neither of us brothers will have a good time."

"That's scholars who look down on each other!" His younger brother corrected: "Brother, are you being too careful?"

"Caution is never a mistake." His brother's face was solemn, "You may not understand what I'm saying, but once you've suffered, you'll understand."

"Ah?" His younger brother was even more puzzled, "If I only understand after suffering, then what's the point of you telling me this now?"

"It's useful, very useful." His brother smiled: "This way, it can make me look like your brother, strategizing and planning."

"Uh…" His younger brother was stunned for a few seconds, then stopped talking to his brother about this and instead asked about another matter: "Brother, we're taking this train, not just to see the expert, right?"

"That's right." His brother became serious again: "This time, the final stop is Peng City, I'm taking you to see a big scene.

Aren't you always curious about our martial arts circle?

Next year, there will be a small exchange meeting in Peng City.

Let's go to Peng City and settle down first, and then I'll take you to see it."

"Okay!" His younger brother was very happy, then curiously looked not far away.

"It can start." There were several people there with filming equipment, they were reporters and photographers.

And in front of them was a passenger.

This passenger, hearing "start," said excitedly: "I heard on online posts that the train captain of this train is a martial arts expert!

I've been a martial arts fan since I was a child, this time I'm just here to see the expert!"

The matter of Zhang Feng being an expert had already fermented online.

Now, it had not only attracted the relatives and friends of the previous passengers, but also reporters and some out-of-towners who had come specifically to see him.

It's just that they couldn't see Zhang Feng.

Because in these few days.

Zhang Feng was very busy, spending very little time on the train, and most of his time in the provincial department.

His treatment was the same as that of the super-chemists engaged in explosives and toxins research, requiring multiple psychological tests and dangerous reporting.

He belonged to the 'humanoid' category of weapons.

And even more serious than them.

Because they still needed controlled substances or time to extract some special substances to create some terrifying behemoths.

But Zhang Feng belonged to the explosion of personal force, without needing to borrow any external objects.

As long as he ate, he had power, which was the most terrifying thing.

Also tonight.

Inside a large conference room.

Around were police officers who had signed confidentiality agreements.

In the middle were fifty-odd experts.

They nervously looked at Zhang Feng, while also recording things in their hands.

"Train Captain Zhang, what's the first thing you see in this picture?"

Someone was also asking questions.

'His expression is very natural.' Someone was also observing Zhang Feng's micro-expressions, behavior, and the angle of his eye movements and blink frequency.

"Rabbit." Zhang Feng answered fluently, just one glance, without doing a second glance of useless work.

And so, question, answer. Question, answer.

An hour later.

An old man got up and warmly extended his hand to Zhang Feng, saying: "Thank you, Train Captain Zhang, for cooperating with our work, welcome you back to the station again."

He was the head of the Non-Biological Investigation Bureau and presided over all the testing arrangements for Zhang Feng.

Now, the five-day-long series of tests had all ended.

And with Zhang Feng's experience, and his state of mind, dealing with various psychological tests was child's play, and he naturally received a normal person's evaluation.

Because Zhang Feng had also done it in the Huajin world before.

Moreover, in the real world, facing so many micro-expression and behavioral experts, etc.

Zhang Feng also had very rich experience in dealing with them.

At least from a modern psychological perspective, Zhang Feng was now flawless, without any angle to break through.

The life experience brought about by an adventurous life.

Had allowed Zhang Feng to surpass normal human beings by a level in terms of some knowledge and cognition.

But Zhang Feng also knew that the reason they were so nervous was because he had concealed his martial arts for decades and quickly killed the 'humanoid' rat.

Behavioral loopholes, and powerful personal force, made them think he was an extremely dangerous person.

But in reality, Zhang Feng was just preconceived, thinking of its origin and kind, completely treating it as a monster rat in human skin.

Plus, that familiar scream when it screamed.

Zhang Feng suddenly felt like he had returned to the experience of fighting in the underground cave.

As for hiding for sixteen years, it could be said that he had simply withdrawn from the world.

As for why he had to be a train captain.

It could be said that he just wanted to be a train captain.

No reason.

Similarly, Zhang Feng also knew that in a world where everyone was ordinary, if he was so outstanding, then he would inevitably have to accept such 'cumbersome consultations.'

These were all unavoidable things.

Fortunately, everything was over in the blink of an eye.

… …

Woooo ~

After another specially approved seven-day vacation.

On the eighth day.

Zhang Feng returned to his little train again.

"Get a few pig trotters."

Zhang Feng, wearing sunglasses and a train captain's hat, came to the dining car, looking at the slowly starting train.

"Oh?" Fatty saw Zhang Feng return, but instead of rushing to cook as usual, he curiously said: "Train Captain, I thought you were arrested and studied."

He pointed to his mobile phone, which had an old man's novel on it, "Some protagonists are studied after being discovered."

"Studied well." Zhang Feng took off his hat, "But compared to being a prisoner, I prefer being a guest of honor."

"Train Captain, you're really bold." Fatty chuckled, and went to the kitchen, saying: "But if I were the protagonist inside, I wouldn't want to be studied, I want to freely cook, I like to cook."

Fatty spoke a bit childishly, a forty or fifty-year-old man, still happy like a child.

Zhang Feng was very envious of him, content with his lot.

He himself was not very content, always feeling that he could never learn or practice enough.

But thinking too much was useless, and served no purpose, only increasing worries.

So, I should still practice first.

...

Another year passed.

Winter.

Although it hasn't snowed yet, the weather is getting colder and colder.

This time, the train is going to Peng City.

Clang, clang ~

Again on the locomotive side.

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Zhang Feng watched the driver operate while smoking, "Old Zhao, we're almost at the station. I'm planning to take someone to look around the city. Is there anything you want me to buy?

I'll bring something back for you."

"I'll go myself." The driver smiled: "I'd be embarrassed to trouble you, Chief."

"Forget it." Zhang Feng shook his head, "We've been colleagues for eight or nine years, don't say such unnecessary things. Don't give me the cold shoulder just because I know some Kung Fu.

If you keep doing this, I won't come here to chat and slack off anymore."

The train chief, in theory, is not allowed in the locomotive cab, because there are dedicated liaison officers and communication devices.

But in reality, if you want to run around, no one will gossip behind your back.

Especially with Zhang Feng like this, no one will say anything.

Zhang Feng also clearly felt that as he showed off his martial arts.

Things that should be compliant are no longer bound by rules and regulations.

Zhang Feng didn't know if he liked this kind of freedom.

Because when there are rules, there is also happiness and freedom within those rules.

That was also pretty good.

For example, this short 'fifteen-year regular work trip' had rules.

The vast majority of the time, however, was spent cultivating internal energy for fifteen years.

This made Zhang Feng realize that when he really wanted to recall his fifteen years of work experience, his memories were not very clear, as if they had passed in the blink of an eye.

Really, it was just a blink of an eye, and everyone got old.

Asking about their age, they were all in their forties or fifties.

Zhang Feng was very emotional and said to the driver:

"You say that life is just a blink of an eye, from a child to an adult, it's just a blink of an eye.

Do you think we experienced these fifteen years or not?"

"Didn't... right? Or did we?" The driver was also confused, "Chief, I'm just a driver, did you ask the wrong person this question?

If you ask me about trains and cars, I can still talk to you about it.

But isn't this question too valuable?"

"I understand." Zhang Feng suddenly smiled, "We experienced it, because you have knowledge. The accumulation of knowledge proves that your life exists.

Therefore, we still need to learn. Different knowledge proves that I have had different experiences."

"Awesome!" The driver was impressed by these words, "Chief, it's no wonder you're a top student who graduated from high school. I can't reach this level of theoretical knowledge!"

As he said this, he suddenly said helplessly: "Chief, can you not come to my side as soon as you get on the train?

After the incident last year where you flew over walls, I can understand why you hid here for the past few months, not wanting to be seen.

But now that it's all over, I heard from the conductors that very few people are looking for you. Many people even think you've resigned and are living in seclusion in the mountains."

"Whatever." Zhang Feng looked at his instrument panel, "I'm not hiding, but learning the knowledge of driving a train. Although you didn't teach me, I've been practicing my skills while occasionally watching, and I'm almost learning it.

When I feel like I can drive, I'll drive and you can sit on the side and smoke, let you rest."

"Forget it." The driver was startled, "You should rest, Chief..."

...

Evening.

After ensuring that all the passengers on the train had disembarked.

Zhang Feng found a male attendant,

"Little Wu, I borrowed a car from the station. Be my driver and take me around the city."

"Okay, Chief!" Little Wu was willing to drive for the Chief a hundred times over when he heard it was for the Chief.

Not to mention, the Chief was still a legendary master!

The outrageous extent of flying over walls was comparable to flying, he saw it with his own eyes.

When they arrived outside the station.

Zhang Feng was wearing a train chief uniform and a train chief hat, standing at 1.75 meters tall, with a straight figure and a stern temperament.

Some passersby couldn't help but take a second look.

Beep beep—

At this time, an ordinary sedan drove out of the police station at the train station.

The car door opened, and it was an apprentice of the old railway police officer.

"Thank you." Zhang Feng nodded to him and asked Little Wu to take over.

"It's my pleasure!" The apprentice offered Zhang Feng a cigarette, "I'm happy to lend the car to the leader!"

The two were not in the same unit; he belonged to the railway public security.

But Zhang Feng was the highest-ranking officer on the train, and he had the right to manage him on the train.

The title of "leader" was both affectionate and respectful.

"How's it going here?" Zhang Feng also took care of his own people, taking the cigarette and asking, "If you can't get used to it, come back to the train and I'll coordinate the application."

"This..." The apprentice laughed dryly and didn't say anything, only lighting a cigarette for Zhang Feng.

After lighting it, Zhang Feng patted his shielding hand, "You and your master are the same, you like to keep things to yourself."

As Zhang Feng spoke, he saw that he wanted to say something, but he shook his head, "Let's just leave it at that. I'll arrange it for you later and you can come back to our train.

The train is a familiar place for you, do a good job."

"Thank you, leader!" The apprentice was very excited and really wanted to go back.

It wasn't that he didn't like it here, he just wasn't used to it.

He felt that most of the time he was patrolling outside the station, chasing away stalls occupying the road.

It was better to catch thieves on the train, an immediate crackdown on evil.

He was the type who couldn't stay idle, and his skills were even higher than the old detective.

"Go back and write an application." Zhang Feng finished smoking and sat in his car, "Give it to me tomorrow morning."

"Okay!" He watched Zhang Feng leave.

...

Half an hour later.

"Chief, where are we going?"

Little Wu asked while driving.

"Just driving around." Zhang Feng didn't really have a destination, he was just looking for rats.

Then, he would buy some marinated beef for the driver.

"Stop at the supermarket up ahead."

Thinking of marinated beef, Zhang Feng saw the supermarket ahead and asked Little Wu to pull over.

However, they hadn't pulled over yet.

Ding-a-ling, Zhang Feng's phone rang.

It was the police detective's phone number.

"Hello." Zhang Feng answered the phone while pointing ahead, asking Little Wu to stop first.

"Chief Zhang," the detective asked, "Is it convenient to talk?"

"Go ahead." Zhang Feng was about to get out of the car to buy beef.

"We've found the specific information about Boss Long." The detective said, "He's currently doing restaurant business in Shan Province."

As he spoke, the detective gave the specific address.

Zhang Feng remembered the location and walked into the supermarket, "Thank you."

"No problem." The detective said cheerfully, and then asked, "Chief Zhang, are you currently in Peng City, Southeast Province? I saw your 3710 there."

Zhang Feng was now a key person of interest.

Although they didn't implement full-time observation, they did pay attention to the train number Zhang Feng was on.

"Yes, the train is resting, and I'm currently in the urban area of Peng City." Zhang Feng didn't hide anything and asked, "Is there anything I can help with?"

"Yes, but sorry, please wait a moment..."

Xia City, inside the Investigation Bureau.

The detective put the phone on the desk, without deliberately hiding it, and asked an intelligence officer next to him, "Where exactly?"

"According to local reports, it's the Great Northern Suburbs of Peng City."

The intelligence officer moved a few steps closer, as if saying it for Zhang Feng to hear,

"Six disappearance cases have occurred in the Great Northern Suburbs within two days. The cameras at the intersection captured the missing persons going to the Northern Suburbs and then disappearing without a trace.

After the people from the Northern Suburbs Police Station reported the information, we felt that something was wrong.

We can't rule out the possibility of an unknown creature committing the crime."

As he said this, he explained, "But the closest personnel from our bureau are more than 500 miles away from there.

It's better to be quick than slow, so we can only trouble Chief Zhang to conduct a preliminary investigation."

Seeing that it seemed like a non-human creature was committing the crime.

After discussing it, the bureau decided to invite the 'real non-human Chief' to directly carry out a destructive investigation.

Of course, the main thing is still the investigation.

If it really was a rat, they wouldn't let Zhang Feng go alone.

"Okay."

Zhang Feng first exited the supermarket, glanced at the road sign on the side and rear, and then replied, "I'm currently on West Ring Road, about thirty minutes away.

What other specific information is there, and who was the police officer who answered the call at the time?

I want a copy of the information, files, and any remaining videos.

Also, have the local authorities equip me with an automatic rifle.

As long as I confirm they are rats, none of them will be able to escape."

Normal people may not be able to accurately hit fast-moving creatures.

But with Zhang Feng's current physique and reaction speed, he can turn a single-point rifle into a fully automatic headshot machine.

Internal force plus a rifle.

Zhang Feng felt that even if a rat grandmaster appeared, he could kill it with one shot.