Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

March 7th seems to possess the characteristics of a social bull; as soon as one topic is raised, it can seamlessly transition to the next.

Danheng was rather introverted, and seeing her asking questions like a curious child, he hesitated several times before speaking.

Qi Zhimu is not an unknown passenger, but a temporary hitchhiker on this journey. We have only known each other for a short time, so it is not appropriate to ask so many questions.

Qi Zhimu noticed Dan Heng's inner turmoil and gave him a reassuring look.

When it comes to the ability to keep someone company while they chat, the seafaring wanderers who roam the universe year-round can each chat for three days and three nights without repeating themselves.

"Why did you want to become a sea patrolman in the first place?" March 7th asked, resting his chin on his hand.

"..."

Qi Zhimu, who had been chatting and laughing, suddenly fell silent.

March 7th's heart skipped a beat, and she cautiously asked, "Um...did I ask something I shouldn't have...?"

"Sigh, the past is too painful to recall... He was so precious!" Qi Zhimu downed his drink in one gulp.

"What treasure?"

"...It's nothing, just a colleague's quirk. To explain why I became a patrolman, I have to start with my family."

"Hmm... whatever you prefer." March 7 blinked her big eyes.

"I'd like to hear more details or I'm all ears." Danheng really wanted to slap himself on the forehead.

Was she not very cultured before Liu Xiangbing fell into a deep sleep?

Qi Zhimu recalled that unforgettable past and couldn't help but grit his teeth, his tone filled with resentment for the first time.

"Before becoming a ranger, my main job was as a mercenary, doing things for people for money."

"Of course, I don't take on everything. I'm not talking about upholding justice, but at least I have a bottom line called righteousness."

"Working diligently for over a century, dealing with all sorts of difficult employers, and finally protecting a big one, helping the company safeguard invaluable goods, and earning commissions that could last several lifetimes."

"Then I had the idea of ​​retiring, so I spent all my savings to buy a private planet and live a peaceful and carefree life."

"But I never expected... I never expected this—"

At this point, Qi Zhimu's face was filled with grief and indignation.

"A female executive at a company promised me 100 million credits in exchange for me being her assistant for a month."

"What kind of assistant can earn a monthly salary of 100 million?!" March 7 was so shocked that he almost jumped up.

"There are always some tough guys who want to get something for nothing. When dealing with big companies, sometimes you have to use some underhanded methods."

Qi Zhimu spread his hands, with an expression that said, "I knew you'd be shocked."

"The work was fairly tough, but it wasn't difficult for me. But who would have thought that when I finished my month-long job and returned to my hometown humming a little tune, I would find..."

"My home...was razed to the ground by the antimatter army!"

"I only bought it a short time ago, and I've lived in it for less than ten days at most! Less than ten days!!"

"I remained silent for a long time on the spaceship, pacing back and forth, desperately trying to reassure myself that everything was alright, that everything was alright, that I could earn money to buy another home..."

"But in the end, I almost cried, and immediately swore that I would never forgive the forces of destruction!"

"We will make the forces of destruction know what it means to be haunted by nightmares!"

He suddenly understood on March 7th.

No wonder Qi Zhimu was so ruthless towards the Extinction Gang; what he did was truly a nightmare.

Stink mines are not very lethal, but they are extremely offensive.

If you get blown up by one of those things, you'll probably hallucinate that there are landmines in your blankets when you open them at night.

"So you became a sea patrolman, chasing and beating up the Destruction faction all over the galaxy?" March 7th said.

"Pretty much. At first, I just wanted to go back to my old ways. Later, I accidentally helped the True Knights of the Group by taking down the Ancestral... After that, I was invited to join them and thus gained another identity."

"Working diligently for a hundred years... Are you an immortal? How old are you this year?"

"116 years old, I suppose. My father's hometown was blessed with abundance, but he's already dead."

"...And what about your mother?"

"I was born short-lived; I had a difficult birth and died young."

Hmm... He started working as a mercenary before he was even an adult?

March 7th scratched his head, feeling that asking any more questions would be like interrogating someone, which was a bit impolite.

As her break time approached, she smiled and waved goodbye, then skipped and hopped back to her room.

Dan Heng casually inquired about Qi Zhimu's employment contact information, and the latter readily provided the details.

At this time, the train conductor, Pam, had already arranged the guest rooms. After the two finished their conversation, he took Qi Zhimu there.

"Is this room to your liking, fellow passenger?"

"I'm very satisfied. I'm not picky, as long as I have a place to sleep, that's fine. Thank you, conductor, for arranging such a nice room," Qi Zhimu said sincerely.

Although Qi Zhimu was dressed in tattered clothes and had dirtied the floor when he got on the bus.

But Pam is always tolerant of such polite and well-mannered passengers, as long as they are not doing it knowingly.

"According to passengers from March 7th, you've been through a lot and must be very tired. Get some sleep; the train will be stopping here for another day."

"If you haven't decided on a destination yet, you can join us on a trip."

"I've gotten used to being a street hustler... I don't really have a fixed place, so I'll have to bother you for a while longer," Qi Zhimu said with a smile.

Pam nodded, and was just about to take her short legs to leave when she heard the former ask a question.

"By the way, conductor, where's the next stop?"

"It's a private space station. If you're interested, the March passengers can show you around. I need to clean the kitchen now, so I'll be going now."

"Take care, train conductor."

Qi Zhimu stretched, took off the ornament from his waist and casually put it aside, then collapsed onto the soft bed and fell asleep instantly.

……

Silent all night.

"Good morning~ Train conductor, good morning, Uncle Himeko Yang." March 7th greeted him with great energy.

Good morning, little March.

Himeko and Walter sat down at the dining table one after the other and picked up their water glasses.

"Where is Danheng?"

"The think tank still has some data to organize, so he told us to eat first. As for Zhi Mu... I didn't ask."

On March 7th, while helping Pam serve the meal, he casually remarked:

"I didn't know the daily routine of the patrolmen, and I was afraid of disturbing their rest, so I didn't knock on the door."

Himeko lightly touched her chin, seemingly unconcerned.

The Star Train has been running again for many years, and it's common to see a constant stream of passengers with varying schedules.

Walter, however, retrieved an investigation record.

"Based on the information provided by Danheng, I asked someone to check Mr. Zhimu's information. After filtering out irrelevant information, here is some of his biographical information."

The train will not inquire about the past of passengers boarding, but it should at least have a basic understanding of them.

If a dangerous individual who wants to bomb the train gets on board, that would be a real headache.

March 7th curiously leaned over and read the document with Ji Zi, discovering that it was almost entirely a three-way narrative from Qi Zhi Mu's perspective.

"Protecting valuable anime merchandise from Tokiwa Country, single-handedly repelling a space pirate force of thousands of Bu Ri Ren..."

"This is actually from recent years... He served as a bodyguard for a certain galactic superstar, traveling to the Rainbow Ink Galaxy and successfully thwarting a plot by criminals to bomb the concert."