There's something wrong with me

It seemed like everything was back on track.

Working, getting off work, practicing my skills, and chatting idly with Lao Zhao, the days passed leisurely.

And then, on the third day...

This train happened to be going to Shan Province, where Boss Long was located.

In the engine room.

Zhang Feng leaned against the door, looking at the piece of paper in his hand, which had Boss Long's restaurant address and contact number on it.

Beep beep—

He dialed the number.

Zhang Feng watched Lao Zhao operate while waiting for the call to connect.

But a minute passed, and all he heard was a busy tone; the other party didn't answer.

He thought for a moment, then tried calling again.

Still no one answered.

Afterward, Zhang Feng called his restaurant.

It rang for a long time, but still no one answered.

He looked at his watch; it was only seven o'clock, probably too early.

… …

Noon.

"Chief, I'll head back first."

The liaison officer made a special trip to the engine room to deliver food to Zhang Feng, Lao Zhao, and a co-driver.

After a few bites.

Zhang Feng saw that it was noon and called Boss Long again.

But after ringing for a while, there was still no answer.

After that, Zhang Feng called the restaurant again, but still no one answered.

'It's almost noon now; the restaurant should be open. Why can't I get in touch?'

Zhang Feng looked at the piece of paper and verified the two phone numbers again, confirming that he hadn't dialed them wrong.

He thought for a moment.

Zhang Feng called the criminal police.

If Boss Long had moved again, it would be good to know sooner rather than later, to avoid a trip to the city.

After about ten seconds, the call connected.

"Hello?"

The criminal police officer's voice was deliberately lowered.

At the same time, the sound of gunfire could be heard, as if they were in a battle or arresting someone; there was even someone saying, 'Gather at the 3 o'clock direction'.

As soon as Zhang Feng heard the sound, he quickly said, "You're on a mission and you're still answering the phone? Hang up."

"No! Don't!"

The criminal police officer hurriedly said, "It's a team-organized combat exercise."

The criminal police were currently inside an unfinished building, with a dozen teammates competing against each other in shifts.

This was a routine assessment and internal exercise within their investigation bureau, and they were allowed to bring their phones as long as they were on silent.

"You're still training at noon instead of eating?"

Zhang Feng changed the subject, "You old guys are really something."

"Tell me about it!"

The criminal police officer also wanted to say something bad.

But as he was speaking, bang, a gunshot rang out nearby.

At the same time, a surprised voice came.

"Damn! Lao Fang! It's only once a week for the assessment, and you're answering the phone at this time? Are you not writing enough reports?

Have you forgotten how Lao Kang roasted you last time?"

Lao Kang was their leader.

"Be serious."

The criminal police officer said unhappily to him, "It's Chief Zhang's call; I set a special vibration alert for it."

The words 'Chief Zhang' seemed to quiet everyone nearby.

Then Zhang Feng heard a bunch of deliberately suppressed footsteps approaching the phone.

They were wearing hard-soled shoes, and the unfinished building had bare concrete floors, so the texture, thump thump, was easy to hear.

Of course, for Zhang Feng, it was very easy.

Normal people wouldn't be able to hear it.

At the same time, Zhang Feng heard these sounds, and coupled with the fact that the other side were all criminal police officers, perhaps due to his instinct as a former 'chief instructor of criminal police', he directly said:

"The center of gravity is on the heel. The knee and ankle joints should maintain elasticity.

Practicing in hard leather shoes is good because it allows you to go from difficult to easy, but you should first find the feel barefoot.

Zhang Feng directly taught them.

"I'll write you a detailed technique for finding the feel of joint force later.

You can try practicing barefoot now.

When you combine it with the practice method, find the front and back feeling and find the difference in force.

As long as you practice well, I'll hear your footsteps on the phone, not in person.

Limited by the phone, I won't know when you're eavesdropping again."

"Uh…"

The criminal police officers who were eavesdropping on the super chief's phone looked at each other, embarrassed.

But being easily judged to be eavesdropping through the phone made them more shocked and admired than embarrassed.

"Thank you, Chief Zhang!"

"Chief, we'll continue practicing!"

"We'll practice according to what the chief said now!"

"Go, go, go, start practicing with your shoes off!"

As they spoke, they took off their shoes and started practicing on the concrete floor with small stones.

The criminal police officer watched them walk away, speechless for a few seconds, then straightened his face and said, "Chief, what's the matter?"

"About Boss Long, the person I asked you to check the phone number and address of."

Zhang Feng asked, "Can you arrange for someone you know locally to take a look at his restaurant?

His phone and the restaurant's phone are not working."

"That's not right?"

The criminal police officer was very puzzled, "When I gave you the phone number, our people went to his restaurant specifically to eat and specially recognized the place.

Could it be…"

He said here, guessing, "Could it be that we've stirred up a hornet's nest?"

"Is he a criminal?"

Zhang Feng asked back, "Does he have any major criminal record?"

"No."

The criminal police officer said truthfully, "He doesn't have a criminal record in the bureau."

"Then your 'stirred up a hornet's nest' makes me think he really has something going on."

Zhang Feng shook his head, "Lao Fang, you're a criminal police officer; the same word has a completely different meaning when it comes out of your mouth."

"Then…"

Lao Fang thought and said, "Then how should I describe it? Is it… disturbed him? Or… bothered him? Made him… scared?"

As he spoke, he felt that it wasn't right, and then he seemed to discover something and suddenly said, "Hey? No!

If he's okay, why would he run?

Running at the slightest sign of trouble, that clearly means something's up!

Or… should I investigate him further?

Anyway, the rat extermination is over, and now there's only the cleanup work left; let's look for any remaining rats.

Our people are running around every day anyway, maybe they'll just happen to run into him."

"Then let them run into him."

Zhang Feng was also curious about why Boss Long ran, "Give me a message if you find him; thank you."

"Don't mention thanks."

Lao Fang smiled, "Our bureau is also preparing to disperse personnel and arrange them in various places, so it'll just be a matter of helping out along the way."

… …

In the afternoon, Lao Fang called back and first talked about the restaurant.

This one phone call let Zhang Feng know that Boss Long's restaurant was no longer in business.

Specifically, on the day the rat cave was cleared, Boss Long suddenly dismissed all the employees in the store.

This matter definitely had a problem.

Then let them run into him.

Also on the second night.

Zhang Feng also came to Shan Province and personally went to that small restaurant.

It was indeed empty, but the things in the restaurant were still there.

Then he came to the back alley and climbed in from the second floor.

Zhang Feng searched around, but couldn't find anything of value.

'Could it be related to the rats? Is he one of the rats?

Otherwise, why would he run on the day the rats were cleared?'

Zhang Feng thought to himself, suddenly this thought arose.

But after thinking about it again and again.

Zhang Feng quickly rejected this idea.

Because with the character of the honored guest in this world, although they hadn't been in contact for long, Zhang Feng knew that he was a maverick.

There was always a bit of awkward arrogance in his heart.

If you gave him martial arts, he wouldn't even think about it, he would just refuse it.

As for the criminal police world, that was even more of a maverick, hating evil like an enemy.

He would disembowel evil people, and if he saw a rat, he would say he would eat it raw.

Zhang Feng believed it.

… …

In the blink of an eye.

Another two years passed.

In the winter of another year, it snowed earlier this year.

Early in the morning before dawn.

The winter wind was like throwing knives, whistling and blowing, with large snowflakes falling.

Forty-year-old Zhang Feng, before all the passengers arrived at the train, had already held his middle-aged thermos cup, shook the snow off his body outside the door, and plopped down into the warm train cab.

Lao Zhao arrived even earlier than Zhang Feng and was checking the instruments.

"Did you eat?"

Zhang Feng put down the teacup filled with Huajin medicinal soup, put his hands in his pockets,

"If you haven't eaten, I'll have the little train policeman bring you something; he's queuing up at the station entrance to buy tea eggs."

The little train policeman was the apprentice who assisted in catching rats.

"He's bringing it? I think I'll pass."

Lao Zhao was fifty-three this year and still loved to dress up; his beard was cleanly shaved, and his hair was neat.

"Last time you said to have the little train policeman bring it, oh my, he was queuing up to buy egg pancakes and saw a pickpocket, and chased him for five miles, and didn't even go to work; the station had to arrange someone else for our trip.

Chief, you tell me, he's a train policeman; if he encounters something outside, he can hand it over to the local brothers.

There's a patrol nearby, but he doesn't say anything and just chases after him himself.

Yes, the matter is correct, but there's a whole train of people waiting for him."

"This kid is indeed sometimes stubborn, doesn't distinguish between priorities, and likes to handle things himself."

Zhang Feng took out his phone, "Hurry up, did you eat? If you haven't eaten, I'll have him bring you a few."

"Okay, two, and buy a shortcake."

Lao Zhao laughed and said, then suddenly shook his head and said, "Chief, I see that there are many red trains in the station now.

Fortunately, thanks to you, our train was converted into an air-conditioned train and wasn't scrapped."

He looked at a red train outside the window.

"Now it's either red or olive green; there are very few old dark green trains like ours.

I also don't know if I can keep riding our old buddy to work before I retire."

"Don't think about unnecessary things."

Zhang Feng sent a message to the little train policeman while taking out a cigarette and throwing one to Lao Zhao.

Click, he lit it.

Zhang Feng comfortably leaned back on his stool and said to him, who was also smoking,

"The little train policeman isn't our apprentice, but he helps us run errands every day, and then you report him to me.

And your newly accepted young apprentice is a strange person; he comes on time every day.

Coming ten minutes early is like taking his life.

I come here so early every day and only see you cleaning up, huffing and puffing.

And then, you don't dare to say a word to your apprentice, but you think the little train policeman is easy to bully and you pinch him like a soft persimmon every day."

“It's a new era.” Old Zhao chuckled, “It's already 2014, that old stuff of our time isn't popular anymore.

What disciple, disciple, half a slave, go deceive the ghosts.

Nowadays, people are college students at every turn. If you want to treat them like slaves, they'll hit you with theories one after another, directly labeling you as old-fashioned, scaring you so much that you fall off the bed at night, shouting long live socialism.

But the young railway policeman is still an honest man, haha.”

“Haha.” Zhang Feng was also amused by Old Zhao, pointing at him for several seconds before saying, “Seriously, Old Zhao, from the moment I met you, I felt you were wasted as a driver.

You really should be a comedian, really.”

“Oh? The conductor thinks so too?” Old Zhao became interested, “Let me tell you, conductor, actually I really studied it before…”

Old Zhao was a talkative person with a humorous way of speaking.

Once you let him start talking, there's no stopping him.

The most ⊥ new ⊥ small ⊥ said ⊥ in ⊥ six ⊥ 9 ⊥ ⊥ book ⊥ ⊥ bar ⊥ ⊥ first ⊥ hair!

“Yes, indeed, you have the talent.” Zhang Feng deliberately let him start talking, feeling like he was listening to a live comedy sketch, which was really exciting.

But Old Zhao hadn't finished talking for twenty minutes.

The young railway policeman, who looked mature for his nearly thirty years, came from the front of the train with a warm egg in his pocket.

Zhang Feng was sitting on a stool by the door, and he opened the train door for him and waved.

“Come up and warm up.”

“Hey, Conductor, Uncle Zhao.” The young policeman brushed off the snow from his body before coming up, then seemed to have something on his mind, and paused after saying hello.

Seeing this, Zhang Feng raised his leg slightly and gave him a light kick on the thigh, “You're a grown man, just say what's on your mind, figure out a solution, don't dawdle.”

The young policeman sighed suddenly after being kicked, and said with a bit of melancholy: “Conductor, you don't live in our family compound, you don't know.

The old conductor had trouble breathing the day before yesterday and went to the hospital at night. I went there yesterday evening, and the doctor said it was a blood vessel blockage, and he needed open-chest bypass surgery, but… but he… is over seventy, can he handle open-chest surgery?

And this morning, the old conductor didn't want to spend more money on that surgery, so he had his son take him back home.”

“At home?” Zhang Feng stood up directly.

“Conductor!” The young policeman quickly stopped him, “The old conductor specifically told me not to tell you, I… if you go… I… this?”

“Get lost.” Zhang Feng pushed him away directly, “Old Zhao is right, you're already several decades old, and you still can't tell what's important.”

… …

The old conductor and the young railway policeman knew that Zhang Feng was skilled in martial arts, but they didn't think that Zhang Feng could heal people.

Because Zhang Feng had never shown it.

So they didn't say anything, fearing that Zhang Feng would be bothered.

Similarly, this was the first time Zhang Feng had encountered a good friend of his becoming seriously ill within the Adventure World.

Including when he looked for him during the New Year last year, he was quite healthy.

Only a year had passed, how could he have become so ill.

At the same time, on the way there.

Zhang Feng couldn't help but recall his meeting with the old conductor.

He still vaguely remembered when he first came to this world and fell asleep in the back.

The old conductor not only didn't disturb him or criticize him, but also bought him a box of sausages when he woke up and went to the dining car.

The old conductor also contributed to him becoming the conductor.

In the first few years after becoming the conductor, the old conductor would come to sit and help him share the pressure almost every day.

But in the blink of an eye, twenty years had passed.

Zhang Feng suddenly realized how fast time flew.

Da da—

In his thoughts.

Zhang Feng drove a train attendant's car to the railway family compound.

“Conductor Zhang?”

Many people from the station lived here and recognized Zhang Feng.

“Yes.” Zhang Feng nodded slightly, holding the medicine he bought on the way, and walked straight towards Building No. 2.

He went up to the fifth floor.

“Old Team Leader!” Zhang Feng knocked on the security door.

After more than ten seconds, the door inside opened, and it was the old team leader's child.

He was almost fifty years old this year.

The first time Zhang Feng met him was when he ate at the old team leader's house in the first year, he was only in his twenties at that time.

“Old Zhang, why are you here?” He was very surprised.

“Open the door first.” Zhang Feng looked into the house, seeing several people inside.

At this time, hearing the sound of the door, many people looked at Zhang Feng and recognized him.

Among them were two train attendants who were off work today.

The rest were all people from the station.

“Conductor.” They greeted him one after another after seeing Zhang Feng enter the house.

“You people are also weird, really damn weird.” Zhang Feng pushed them away directly and walked towards the old team leader's room, “A bunch of people are hiding it from me, I really can't say anything about you guys.”

He pushed open the door.

The old team leader was lying on the bed, still on a drip.

His wife was holding his hand by the bed.

“Little Feng.” The old lady saw Zhang Feng coming and quickly wiped away her tears, wanting to give Zhang Feng a seat.

Zhang Feng shook his head, walked to the bed, and under the gaze of the crowd outside the door, didn't greet the old team leader, but put his palm on his pulse.

“Little… Little Feng ah…” The old team leader wanted to sit up, and his speech was a little breathless.

Zhang Feng still shook his head, told him to lie down, and then took his pulse again.

But after a few seconds, Zhang Feng's face turned cold, “This isn't a disease, someone poisoned him, causing the cardiovascular blockage.

I've seen this kind of medicine before.”

There was also a sentence that he had seen inside the rat's nest.

'It's the rats…' Zhang Feng didn't expect there were still remnants in the world, and they had found his good friend.

At this moment, Zhang Feng knew what murderous intent was.

It was the kind that wanted to get rid of them quickly, the kind that had to kill them!

“Poisoned?”

“Conductor can heal people?”

The crowd outside the house were surprised to see that Zhang Feng could heal people.

Zhang Feng was too lazy to pay attention to them, but used super-frequency resonance, gently placing his palm on the old team leader's chest.

In the next instant, the old team leader coughed a few times, and then the back of his hand gradually turned red.

Zhang Feng pulled out his needle with his other hand, and then swept across like a sharp sword, cutting open his red back of his hand, and a few drops of purplish-red blood flowed out.

“This isn't a normal blood vessel blockage.”

Zhang Feng pressed his wound, and in the dazed gazes of everyone, in just a minute, the wound stopped bleeding, as if it had closed.

“What kind of medical skill is this?” Everyone was stunned.

Zhang Feng looked at the old team leader, whose breathing was obviously much smoother, and also saw his excited and grateful expression.

“Old Team Leader, let's not talk first, I'll see if the person who poisoned you is nearby.”

Zhang Feng interrupted his words and got up to come to the window.

Because it was the fifth floor, the view was wide, and there were no security windows here.

Zhang Feng glanced, and the scene in the yard was clear at a glance, and he didn't see any traces of rats.

But downstairs on the left, a small car with the curtains drawn looked a little strange, and the wheels were a little flat.

Remember it well.

Zhang Feng then looked back at the two excited train attendants and said, “Go boil water and decoct medicine.”

At the same time.

Inside the car downstairs, there were four small-faced men.

They were the only four remaining rats in the world besides the Investigation Bureau.

They poisoned the old team leader, also wanting to lure Zhang Feng out to kill him.

Because in the world's consensus, Zhang Feng was the number one expert.

Also, in some unofficial news, he was the one who killed the most of their kind.

After two years of inquiring, although they had long known where Zhang Feng worked, they didn't dare to approach rashly, so they wanted to poison him first, and then take the opportunity to attack and kill him when Zhang Feng came here.

Now was a good opportunity, and they were planning it.

They were estimating the time and preparing to ambush in the corridor.

However, as they opened the car door and came to the downstairs of Building No. 2.

Fifth floor.

Zhang Feng heard the sound of the car door and got up to look out the window.

“I didn't look for you, but you dared to come looking for me.”

Next second.

Da—

With a soft sound, everyone was shocked to see Zhang Feng jump down from the fifth floor.

“Someone jumped down…”

“It's Conductor Zhang…”

The people in the courtyard also saw Zhang Feng jump out from the fifth floor.

At the same time, the four rats heard the exclamations from upstairs and the pedestrians in the courtyard, and subconsciously looked up.

Chi—

Zhang Feng gathered his strength in mid-air, and after slightly cushioning himself on the balcony on the third floor, he rushed towards the two rats in front like a sharp sword.

Da!

His arms were like bows.

Zhang Feng's palms covered the heads of the two rats!

The huge force caused the two rats to not even have time to react before half of their heads had been stuffed into their chests.

“Squeak!”

The remaining two showed terrified expressions, not expecting Zhang Feng's strength to far exceed their imagination.

The instinct to survive made them flick their tails and run away to the left and right.

Swoosh—

Zhang Feng's feet shook off the snow, and he caught up with the rat on the left in one step, and swung out his other foot.

Crack!

The rat's body broke directly in the middle, flew several meters, and hit the wall, and a splash of blood splattered from his head.

Turn around.

Zhang Feng shrank the ground to an inch, crossed a distance of more than thirty meters, and caught up with the last one.

Boom!

A punch was struck out, and with the resonance of internal force, the moment it hit his back, it was like a sharp axe, punching the last rat's heart out of his chest, shattering the sternum.

Hu—

Next second, seeing that all four rats had been killed.

In the surprised eyes of everyone.

Zhang Feng exhaled a mouthful of hot air, like a fairy sword pill, the suppressed energy dissipated, the surging qi and blood were like magma, white gas surrounded his body like ascending immortal smoke, and all the snow around him melted.