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Chapter 626 Sense of Deja vu

In the blink of an eye, it had been fifteen years since Feng Xue traveled to this world. After showing great talent in music, art, drama and even cooking, he entered the military academy.

This sounds a bit nonsensical, but Feng Xue was not surprised by this decision at the time. After all, as a Jinchūriki, if he doesn't go to military school, can he go to art school?

He didn't know whether there was such a concept as Jinchūriki in this world, but he knew that there were dreams in this world. In addition, as the Yellow King Jinchūriki, he was monitored on a daily basis, so he naturally understood the need to recognize his own position.

However, perhaps because his emotions and personality have been very stable over the past decade or so, the number of people monitoring him seems to be slowly decreasing. Although he is still being stared at from time to time, at least he no longer feels like before, with seventeen or eighteen eyes on him even when he is sleeping.

On a long-awaited holiday, Feng Xue returned home and sat at the dining table. Looking at his adoptive father, whose face had not changed much but whose aging features were becoming more and more obvious, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

After more than ten years of development, Feng Xue can now use the power of the Yellow King to understand many problems, such as the situation of his adoptive father - obviously a kind of pollution similar to the power of the Yellow King.

"Could it be that my adoptive father is a Jinchūriki of some evil god like me? But his seal is not as reliable as my golden finger, so when he gets older, the seal begins to leak? But if that's the case, I can understand why I was adopted."

Feng Xue thought so in his heart, but he felt a little powerless. Feng Xue still had some feelings for this adoptive father. At least over the past ten years, he really raised him as his own son.

But Feng Xue had no way to solve his problem. In his current perception, his adoptive father was still an unshakable mountain, and the haze that clung to this mountain was obviously not something he could handle.

Therefore, he could only practice silently, trying his best to develop the golden finger to the point where it could save people before his adoptive father completely degenerates into a "Dark Wanderer (Note ①)".

"Come to think of it, your performance is pretty good. Three companies have come to me to recruit people! The conditions are pretty good, but I haven't responded yet. What are your plans?"

As if noticing Feng Xue's mood change, the man put down his chopsticks and interrupted his thoughts by changing the topic.

Feng Xue was slightly stunned when he heard this, and then he said in confusion:
"Three? Which three?"

"How could you not know which three military academies you attended? The two schools in the east and west will give you the authority to form special tactical units. There is also the military police, where you will start as a lieutenant. In addition, the current situation is not very good, so if you want to go to Langun, you can, but there will be no establishment there." The adoptive father spoke casually, but Feng Xue frowned:

"I'm only fifteen, isn't that too early?"

"The school has nothing to teach you, and you think it's too early? Are you planning to teach the teachers in school?" There was a hint of sarcasm in the adoptive father's tone. Feng Xue immediately scratched his head, secretly criticizing his adoptive father's exaggerated connections, but said:

"The gendarmerie."

Although he would rather go to the legendary free and unrestrained Langgun, the current international situation is not very good. Even if he goes to Langgun, he will have to come back to fight in a few days, and it will be even more difficult to organize him by then.

Secondly, it was his identity. He didn't believe that he, a Jinchūriki who had not been able to shake off surveillance for more than a decade, could be sent abroad in such a swagger. Even if the old man had a lot of face and could really arrange for him to be an overseas special agent in Langgun, he would still be under a lot of surveillance. In that case, it would be better for him to stay in the country. When the old man heard Feng Xue's answer, he was slightly stunned and said with some surprise:
"Military Police? I thought you would want to practice on an actual battlefield! Isn't it a complaint of your age that you have dragon-slaying skills but no dragon-slaying skills?"

"Don't joke around, old man. Look at where the battlefield is now! The so-called friction is basically economic. Those small-scale tests are basically cannon fodder. The intensity of the battle is not as strong as the military training in school! You want me to go there to gain experience. It's better to join the military police and get the rank of lieutenant. Then I can do some operations. Whether it's to fight crime or counter special forces, there are more opportunities than standing guard."

After hearing what Feng Xue said, the old man was stunned for a moment, and then he laughed -

"You're really smart, kid! It seems like all those years of learning have paid off! Okay, you're from the Security Bureau, right? Don't bother trying to make it happen. I'll arrange for you to go there directly. To be honest, there are more agents than soldiers recently, but these people are real dangerous elements, so you better be careful!"

"Don't worry! I'm not stupid! After all, you are still in Qingyun. If you can't beat me, you can't ask me for help?" Feng Xue's tone was very confident, but in his heart, he once again refreshed his understanding of this old man's connections——

"My goodness, I was still thinking about how to get through the early stages, but you just gave me a recommendation, right? If I had known, I would have just asked to join the inspection team!"

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Leaving Suqin City where he had lived for more than ten years, Feng Xue walked on the unfamiliar streets with a very subtle expression. He was sure that he had never been to this city called Wangjiang City, but at this moment, he had a sense of familiarity that was hard to ignore.

"Deja vu? Or the memories from King Huang? But don't I, the Jinchūriki, have a golden finger? Or is King Huang really a native of this world? My golden finger is the seal that holds King Huang?" Feng Xue muttered secretly in his heart. For a moment, he even doubted whether there would be another plot like "The biological parents of this body sealed King Huang with their lives, and left a body of longing in the body."

Although Feng Xue had a lot to complain about in his heart, but considering that one can only live longer if one does not think too much in the worldview of the K system, he stopped thinking and went to report to the unit with his bag.

The Security Investigation Bureau itself is a relatively complex department, and a major reshuffle is required every few years, but it is still inevitable that some members from "all walks of life" will mix in.

Therefore, in this department, people at the same level do not know each other. Even if they occasionally work in a team, they will immediately split up and go to work in other cities.

Although such a structure can ensure safety and corrosion resistance to the greatest extent, it can also easily breed a large number of idle employees.

However, that was not what Feng Xue wanted to consider. What he cared about more now was the gazes that would be cast on him from time to time.

It's not that Feng Xue cannot understand the setting that "there are people monitoring the Jinchūriki even when he is on a mission", and this kind of monitoring can even become a life-saving straw when necessary, but understanding it does not mean accepting it. Feng Xue is almost annoyed by the three-shift watch around the clock!

Are you kidding? With such dense surveillance, he is not even afraid of making his browser search history public, okay?

(End of this chapter)