There's something wrong with me

Chapter 67 'Old Scholar' (5k)

"I was wrong... Zhang... Boss Zhang... don't kill me..."

The thief king broke out in a cold sweat from the pain.

"Do you know me?" Zhang Feng asked him back, while gradually increasing the force of pulling his other arm.

"Old Zhang!" Captain Wang came over a few steps later because Zhang Feng pulled him.

But when he got closer and saw the tragic scene and the frightened passengers nearby, he knew that things were a little out of control.

"Old Zhang, there are too many people here." He pressed Zhang Feng's arm with his thick palm, worried that Zhang Feng would really break the thief king's other arm. "Find a quiet place to ask him."

"Okay." Zhang Feng looked at Captain Wang's concerned eyes and said, "I'll listen to you, Captain Wang."

"Okay!" Captain Wang nodded, quickly took out his ID, and looked at the frightened passengers nearby. He tried to slow down his tone, but still said loudly to comfort them:
"We are the criminal police from Junshan City! We found a thief in the car!
The comrade next to me is our criminal police team's martial arts instructor and case consultant!"

After he finished his brief introduction, he looked up and said, "Now everyone, quickly check your luggage and pockets to see if you have left anything behind!
If there are any, sort them out now! Wait for the train police to come over and report them to the train police!"

Captain Wang comforted them while distracting everyone's attention.

This is about personal money, and Captain Wang’s self-identification.

The fear in many people's eyes gradually disappeared, and they began to check their belongings.

But there were also people who looked at Zhang Feng in the carriage with admiration.

"it is good!"

Snap—

I don't know who started the first round of applause.

But then there was a burst of applause.

Even those who were checking their luggage were infected by the atmosphere and applauded Zhang Feng together.

However, there were also a few parents who used their bodies to shield their children, not wanting them to see such a bloody scene.

When Zhang Feng heard the applause and saw everyone looking at him with trusting eyes, all the evil anger in his heart disappeared, and he put the thief king, who was sweating in pain, to the ground.

"Behave yourself!" Captain Wang subconsciously took out his handcuffs and prepared to handcuff the thief king, but when he saw that his arm was twisted and torn, and there was blood flowing.

Captain Wang didn't know how to handcuff him, but he took off his coat and covered the shocking wound with it.

Captain Wang also saw that there were children in the car and knew that it was not suitable for children.

"Don't be cold." An old man next to him saw Captain Wang taking off his clothes and handed his coat to Captain Wang.

"what happened?"

At the same time, the conductors in the front and rear carriages rushed over after hearing the applause and commotion.

However, when they saw the thief king on the ground and the conspicuous blood flowing on the ground.

"do not move!"

Several flight attendants suddenly became nervous.

"They are police officers, not bad guys!" The passengers nearby saw that the train police had misunderstood and started to speak up for Zhang Feng:

"The one with the broken arm is the thief! It was this police officer who subdued him!"

"That's right! Don't wrongly accuse a good person!"

Everyone spoke up, trying to stop the conductor.

Several train police officers were also confused because after seeing this bloody scene, they subconsciously wanted to protect the passengers, but they didn't expect to be scolded by the passengers.

What mistake did they make?
"Hello." Captain Wang was more direct and took out his ID. "Coach Zhang and I are from Junshan City."

"So it's Captain Wang?"

"Junshan, Coach Zhang, Zhang Feng?"

When they saw Captain Wang’s ID and Coach Zhang’s name, they immediately knew that they were their brothers.

At this moment, the expression of an old police officer suddenly became serious.

"Hello, Captain Wang, hello, Instructor Zhang. When your task force came to our Eastern Province a while ago, we were on the bus helping you investigate the people coming and going."

"Coach Zhang, are you looking for an interrogation?" a young conductor asked. "Can I help you find an interrogation room?"

……

The interrogation room is actually the restaurant on the car.

It was almost midnight and no one was around, so we used it as an interrogation room.

"Boss Zhang... please slow down." The thief king grimaced in pain as he walked towards the dining car.

The clothes wrapped around his arms were soaked with blood.

"What's going on?" As the train passed through the carriages, many passengers who were still awake looked around.

"Check your luggage." The flight attendant was responsible for persuading and distracting everyone.

Not long after, we arrived at the interrogation room.

Zhang Feng pushed him to the dining table and said:

"Two things. One, don't move around and don't get blood all over the restaurant.

Second, tell me how you know me."

"There are quite a few people who know you." The Thief King curled up as much as possible and spoke frankly, "Your skills...are hard to find in the whole country...

How could I not know the people who are so successful in the underworld? How dare I not know them?

The thief king held the injured part in his arms and said, "We are also trying to make a living by practicing martial arts... We will definitely spend a lot of money to buy your photo to see what you look like.

If I accidentally see you then, I can hide from you...

But I really didn’t expect… I just started working after the New Year and ran into you directly…”

"Oh, everyone who's having fun knows me." Zhang Feng nodded. "So you're also considered a fun-loving person? Someone with a good reputation?"

"Don't hold me like that, I'm panicking..." The thief king waved his other intact hand repeatedly, but perhaps because the movement was too big, it pulled the wound on his arm, and he begged with a grimace:

"Boss Zhang...can you give me some painkillers? I'm in so much pain..."

"Yeah." Zhang Feng felt uncomfortable listening to his intermittent speech, so he looked at the young conductor on duty in the distance, "Brother, are there any painkillers on the train?
Or a local anesthetic and a needle."

"Teacher Zhang, please wait a moment. I'll go get some from Doctor Li." The conductor responded and turned to go to the front carriage.

Although there is no infirmary on the train, it is equipped with some first aid medicines and medical staff.

After a while, a local anesthetic was injected.

When the thief king finally stopped grinning.

Zhang Feng asked again, "Is there anyone on the eastern road who is well-informed?"

"That's a lot," the Thief King replied, then, feeling like he was being perfunctory, he explained, "But if you're talking about someone who's incredibly well-informed and has a wide circle of friends, it should be Mr. He."

"Businessman?" Zhang Feng asked, pulling out a photo of a businessman who helped a customer buy medicine. "Is this Mr. He? Or have you seen him?"

"No, I haven't seen him either." The Thief King shook his head and continued, "Boss He has a round face, a little fatter than the one in the portrait."

"Then let's talk about Mr. He." Zhang Feng clasped his hands together and leaned back in his chair. "How do we find him? What does he do?"

"He opened a company on the pedestrian street of East City." The thief king said everything in detail: "He was a gangster more than ten years ago, doing smuggling.

But since he was arrested ten years ago and released a few years ago, he is no longer involved in gang activities.

But he is a very kind person. Whenever his brothers in the underworld come to him for help, he will help them a little.

He also knows a lot of people, and they're quite diverse, so he's probably the most well-informed person in our area."

"Yeah." Zhang Feng nodded, then looked at Captain Wang who was dozing off across from him, "I'm going to ask Mr. He about the murderer. Captain Wang, please go back first.

If I have any news, I will contact you."

A few months ago, a guest killed someone in the Eastern Province.

Although my investigation has been fruitless, Mr. He is on the other side and might have some news.

Anyway, whether you have a stick or not, just hit them all.

If there is evidence, perhaps 8.03 can be re-established.

This is better than searching for it yourself.

……

after one day.

Zhang Feng took a train back to Dong Province and went to Dong City.

At noon that day.

Zhang Feng went all the way to the company that the thief king mentioned.

It's in an office building, on the twelfth floor.

Ding-

Take the elevator up.

Zhang Feng looked towards the company front desk in front of him.

Logically speaking, the receptionists should be pretty or have good temperament.

But this girl was ordinary, even a little reserved.

"Hello." Zhang Feng saw that she had no Kung Fu. "I'm looking for Mr. He. I'm a friend of Dongqing."

Dong Qing is the nickname of the Thief King. "Ah?" The girl did not hear clearly what Zhang Feng said.

Because she kept looking at Zhang Feng's face.

Although Zhang Feng is not handsome, he has a certain invisible elegance and cold temperament, which is exactly the type she likes.

"Looking for Mr. He." Zhang Feng saw her in a daze and said again, "Dong Qing introduced me."

"Oh!" The girl nodded quickly, then picked up the phone and moved back a little to avoid being overheard by Zhang Feng.
"Hey! Bro! There's a handsome... a gentleman looking for you!"

"How many times have I told you? Call me Mr. He outside!"

In the office, Mr. He, who was in his forties, was sitting in his boss chair, holding a newspaper in one hand and a phone in the other. "Little sister, who is this person and what did he say?

I asked you to go to the front desk so that you can practice your speaking skills.

You're so good, you just say "Mr. is looking for me?"

"This gentleman said..." The girl looked at Zhang Feng with cute eyes, as if asking for help.

Zhang Feng said, "Dong Qing's friend."

"Dongqing." The girl repeated, thinking that Qing was the Qing that meant cool and refreshing, because Dongqing's name was so strange.

"Dongqing? The Thief King's men?" Boss He quickly thought of the Thief King, but he really didn't want to deal with this ruthless Thief King.
"Just say I'm not here, on a business trip!"

"Okay." The girl responded and looked at Zhang Feng.

Just this one glance, perhaps because she liked Zhang Feng's temperament, she suddenly felt nervous and didn't dare to look at Zhang Feng's face, "Well... well... my brother said Dong Qing is not here..."

As she spoke, she suddenly realized that she had said something wrong, so she changed her words and said, "My brother said he was not in, and the secretary answered the phone in the office."

"Then just say Zhang Feng is looking for you." Zhang Feng gestured for her to call again, "Zhang Feng from the Junshan City Task Force."

"Investigating a case?" The girl suddenly felt a little scared, and her nervousness was dispelled. "My brother is a good man!"

"I'm not going to punish him." Zhang Feng pointed at the phone, "I'm going to ask him something."

"Oh oh!" The girl felt relieved. In this shock, her vague good impression of Zhang Feng was gone.

But she didn't hesitate, and quickly avoided Zhang Feng and made a phone call.

"Mr. He, it's Mr. Zhang Feng from the Junshan City task force who wants to see you."

"Zhang Feng? The great master that's been rumored recently?" Boss He suddenly sat up. It wasn't that he didn't want to see anyone, but his eyelids were twitching.
"He's a task force leader, a martial arts master, why would he want to talk to a little kid like me? I've already retired and been doing business honestly for so many years..."

He was very panicked and didn't want to see her, "Little sister, just tell her that I had a car accident in another place and I can't come back in a short time!"

"Ah good!"

The girl responded, then gathered her emotions and said to Zhang Feng sadly:

"Excuse me, Mr. Zhang. I just asked my brother's driver carefully... Uh, my brother seems to have been in a car accident and may not be back soon..."

The girl was very sad, but she could only cry and no tears came out.

"Can't come back?" Zhang Feng looked at her somewhat flawed expression and her excuses, and finally pointed to the office at the end of the corridor.

"Excuse me, can I go over and take a look? You were on a business trip and then had a car accident. I'm afraid if I don't go over, your brother will die in the office."

"Huff..." The girl suddenly changed from pretend crying to laughing. Her eyes were like crescent moons and she laughed out tears.

But after a few seconds, she realized that something seemed wrong and suppressed her laughter.

But her smile revealed that her brother was actually fine.

And what does Zhang Feng do?

Criminal police and investigator!
It was obvious at a glance that neither brother nor sister was telling the truth.

"Let's stop talking." Zhang Feng went straight to the office.

"Huh?" The girl didn't react at first, and then she was about to leave the front desk, "Mr. Zhang, wait a moment!"

Zhang Feng left and she chased him.

After a few steps, Zhang Feng arrived at the office door.

Wow!

I turned the handle several times, but the door didn't open.

Zhang Feng then looked at the girl who had already run up to him, "Do you want to help me open the door, or do you want me to break in?"

“Uh…” The girl thought for a few seconds, then took out her key and helped Zhang Feng open the door, but she muttered, “I just graduated from college, and I finally begged my brother to let me work here.

If you do this, my brother will let me work somewhere else."

She muttered, taking out her anger on the key, twisting the lock with all her might.

"The key is almost broken." Zhang Feng stretched out his right hand and flicked his index finger lightly. The girl let go of the key as if she had been electrocuted.

Click—

Zhang Feng took the key, opened the door, and looked at Boss He sitting in the boss chair.

"Boss He."

Zhang Feng stepped forward and said calmly, "It's really hard for me to meet you."

"I don't deserve it!" Boss He saw Zhang Fengzhen coming and immediately stood up and led him to his chair with both hands, "Brother Zhang, please take a seat!"

"It looks quite real." Zhang Feng was amused by his appearance and sat down in his boss chair, looking at him nodding and bowing beside him.
"Just one question. Let's talk quickly so you can still make it in time for lunch."

"Ask." He said, then turned to look at his sister who was stunned at the door, "Go out first."

"Oh!" The girl stepped back.

Zhang Feng didn't waste any time and asked directly: "Have you ever seen a Taoist priest, about eighty or ninety years old, or even older? He is also quite skilled."

Based on the letter, Zhang Feng could roughly guess the basic appearance and age of the guests.

Especially his age. He has been practicing for eighty-nine years. According to his age, he must be over ninety years old.

But this cannot be told to Captain Wang and the others.

Because Zhang Feng didn't know whether it was true or not, he was afraid of wasting police resources, and he was also afraid that the guest did it on purpose to interfere with the search for him.

However, for outsiders like Boss He.

Just asking around, it's nothing serious.

"What? A Taoist who knows Kung Fu?" Boss He was confused. "I've never heard of it..."

As he replied, he looked at Zhang Feng strangely.
"Ninety years old and still able to fight, are you sure you're not kidding?"

Boss He felt it was magical.

Zhang Feng then took out the businessman's portrait and asked, "Have you seen this person before?"

"No." Boss He shook his head. "Is he from here? Judging from the description of his clothes, he should be from the south, right?"

"Don't ask too much." Zhang Feng replied casually and fell into deep thought again.

Boss He wanted to send Zhang Feng away as soon as possible, so he said, "Brother Zhang, if you want to ask about a Taoist priest, I can tell you about someone.

He is an old scholar who often travels to Taoist temples around the world, so he probably knows a lot of Taoists."

"How old is he?" Zhang Feng now had some professional instincts, and subconsciously guessed whether this person was a guest.

"Where was he on August 8rd? Where was he at the end of September? Where was he in mid-to-late November?"

Zhang Feng was referring to the times when three crimes occurred.

"He's about 8 or years old?" Boss He first mentioned his age, then recalled: "I didn't know in early August, and I didn't know in November either.

But I learned at the end of September that he was visiting the Taoist temple here and spent almost half a month there.”

He said, ran to the wall and pointed to a photo.
"I'm quite a believer in Taoism. When I heard that this old scholar was coming to our place, I went to the Taoist temple to look for him and took a photo with him.

And I drank with him several times during those days."

"Yeah." After hearing his age, Zhang Feng knew that he might not be.

After hearing Boss He talk about his alibi, Zhang Feng dispelled his doubts.

"I've become fucking obsessed with investigating cases." Zhang Feng shook his head, but still glanced at the photo out of professional habit.

He was a middle-aged man dressed in Buddhist attire, with a kind face but shifty eyes, and looked like he was selling courses online.

With this kind of temperament, it is absolutely impossible to write the heroic words "Although the practice of Taoism is difficult, let us move forward together."

Because Zhang Feng thought that if the guest was a man in his forties, he should be a Taoist with a heroic temperament, and he could be recognized at a glance among the crowd on the street.

If I am in my sixties or seventies or above, I will definitely look carefree and experienced, as if everyone is laughing at me for being crazy. I will be the most sober scenery in the hustle and bustle of the materialistic world.

This is the guest Zhang Feng imagined.

Instead of fucking selling classes.

Zhang Feng thought to himself and looked at Boss He.

"Where is this guy selling the course now? I'll ask him."

There isn't much information available right now, so I might as well ask this old scholar first.

Maybe this person has been to a remote Taoist temple and accidentally met a guest there.

But Boss He scratched his head and said:
"What do you mean by selling classes? He doesn't teach classes or anything, but he sells books."

Boss He picked up a book called "I Love Nature Very Much" from the table.
"He's selling this for only 3,200 yuan a copy, and he said I'm destined to buy it, so I can only buy it. Ordinary people can't even buy it if they want to."

(End of this chapter)