There's something wrong with me

“I was wrong… Zhang… Zhang, Boss Zhang… don't kill me…”

The Thief King was sweating from the pain.

“You recognize me?” Zhang Feng asked him, while gradually increasing the force on the other arm he was twisting.

“Old Zhang!” Team Leader Wang, having been tugged by Zhang Feng, was a few steps behind.

But as he got closer and saw the horrific scene, and the frightened passengers nearby, he knew things were getting out of control.

“Old Zhang, there are too many people here.” He placed his thick palm on Zhang Feng's arm, afraid that Zhang Feng would cripple the Thief King's other arm, “Let's find a quiet place to question him.”

“Okay.” Zhang Feng looked at Team Leader Wang's concerned expression, “I'll listen to you, Team Leader Wang.”

“Good!” Team Leader Wang nodded and quickly took out his badge, looking at the frightened passengers nearby, trying to soften his tone, but still speaking loudly to reassure them:

“We are criminal police from Junshan City!

We found a thief on the train!

The comrade next to me is our criminal police team's martial arts instructor and case consultant!”

After a brief introduction, he looked around and above, “Now everyone, quickly check your luggage and pockets to see if anything is missing!

If so, organize it now!

Wait for the train police to come over and report it to the train police comrades!”

Team Leader Wang comforted everyone while diverting their attention.

The mention of personal belongings, coupled with Team Leader Wang proving his identity.

Many people's frightened gazes gradually disappeared, and they began to check their belongings.

But some people looked at Zhang Feng in the carriage with admiration.

“Good!”

Clap clap—

No one knew who started the applause.

But then a burst of applause rang out.

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

However, there were also several parents who shielded their children, not wanting them to see such a bloody scene.

When Zhang Feng heard the applause and saw the trusting gazes of the crowd, the anger in his heart dissipated completely, and he placed the Thief King, who was sweating from the pain, on the ground.

“Be honest!” Team Leader Wang subconsciously took out his handcuffs, ready to cuff the Thief King, but seeing his twisted and torn arm, and the flowing blood.

Team Leader Wang didn't know how to cuff him, but he took off his coat and covered the shocking wound.

Team Leader Wang also saw that there were children on the train, and knew it was not suitable for them to see.

“Don't get cold.” An old man next to him saw Team Leader Wang taking off his clothes and handed his coat to Team Leader Wang.

“What's going on?”

At the same time, the train police from the front and rear carriages heard the applause and commotion and came over one after another.

However, when they saw the Thief King on the ground, and the conspicuous blood flowing on the ground.

“Don't move!”

Several train police officers tensed up immediately.

“They are police, not bad guys!” The nearby passengers saw the train police misunderstanding and started talking all at once to help Zhang Feng:

“The one with the broken arm is the thief! This police comrade subdued him!”

“That's right! Don't wrong the good people!”

Everyone spoke one after another, all trying to stop the train police.

The train police officers were also very 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.” Team Leader Wang was more direct, taking out his badge, “Zhang Instructor and I are from Junshan City.”

“So it's Team Leader Wang?”

“Junshan, Zhang Instructor, Zhang Feng?”

When they saw Team Leader Wang's badge and Zhang Instructor's name, they immediately knew they were brothers.

At this moment, the expression of an old train policeman suddenly became serious,

“Hello, Team Leader Wang, hello, Zhang Instructor, when your special team came to our Dong Province some time ago, we helped you investigate the passengers on our train.”

“Zhang Instructor, are you going to interrogate him?” A young train policeman asked, “Shall I find you an 'interrogation room'?”

… …

The interrogation room was actually the dining car on the train.

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

“Boss Zhang… please slow down.” The Thief King walked towards the dining car, wincing in pain.

The clothes wrapping his arm were already soaked with blood.

“What's going on?” Many passengers who hadn't slept also looked around as they passed through the carriages.

“Check your luggage.” The train police were responsible for persuading and diverting everyone's attention.

Before long, they arrived at the interrogation room.

Zhang Feng pressed him against the dining table and said:

“Two things, one, don't move around, don't get blood everywhere in the restaurant.

Two, tell me how you knew me.”

“There are… quite a few people who recognize you.” The Thief King tried to curl up his body, telling the truth, “Your skills… are hard to find a second in the country…

How could anyone who plays in the underworld not recognize you?

How dare they not recognize you?”

The Thief King hugged his injured area, “We are also making a living… We definitely have to spend a lot of money to buy your photo and see what you look like.

So that we can hide when we accidentally see you…

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

“Oh, everyone who plays in the underworld recognizes me.” Zhang Feng nodded, “Then are you considered someone who plays in the underworld? Someone with face and status?”

“Don't praise me like that, I'm panicking…” The Thief King waved his other good hand repeatedly, but perhaps the movement was too big, and after pulling on the wound on his arm, he winced and pleaded:

“Boss Zhang… can you get some painkillers? I really can't stand the pain…”

“Okay.” Zhang Feng felt awkward listening to his intermittent speech, so he looked at the young train policeman on duty in the distance, “Brother, do you have painkillers on the train?

Or local anesthetics, and find a needle.”

“Teacher Zhang, please wait a moment, I'll go find Doctor Li to get some.” The train policeman responded and turned to go to the front carriage.

Although there is no infirmary on the train, there will be some first aid medicines and medical personnel.

After a while, a local anesthetic was injected.

When the Thief King finally stopped wincing.

Zhang Feng asked again, “In your underworld in the east, are there any people with well-informed information?”

“There are many.” The Thief King replied first, and then felt that he was being too perfunctory, so he explained: “But if you want to talk about someone who is very well-informed and has a wide circle of friends, it should be 'General He'.”

“Businessman?” Zhang Feng asked while taking out the photo of the businessman who bought medicine for the guest, “Is this General He him? Or have you seen him?”

“No, I haven't seen him either.” The Thief King shook his head and continued: “General He has a round face, a little fatter than the person in the portrait.”

“Then tell me about General He.” Zhang Feng put his hands together and leaned back in his chair, “How to find him, and what does he do.”

“He has a company on the pedestrian street in Dong City.” The Thief King said everything in detail: “He was in the underworld more than ten years ago, doing smuggling.

But since he was arrested ten years ago and released a few years ago, he no longer plays in the underworld.

But he is a very loyal person, and he usually helps the brothers in the underworld a little.

Moreover, he knows a lot of people, a lot of things, and his information is considered the most well-informed in our area.”

“Okay.” Zhang Feng nodded, then looked at Team Leader Wang, who was dozing off opposite him, “I'm going to ask General He about the murderer, Team Leader Wang, go back first.

If there is any news, I will contact you again.”

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

Although his investigation was fruitless, General He belongs to the other side, so there might be some news.

Anyway, whether there is a lead or not, I will try it.

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

This is better than finding it slowly myself.

… …

One day later.

Zhang Feng transferred to another train and returned to Dong Province again, and went to Dong City.

At noon that day.

Zhang Feng came to the company that the Thief King mentioned.

It is on the twelfth floor of an office building.

Ding—

Take the elevator up.

Zhang Feng looked at the company's front desk in front of him.

Logically speaking, the front desk should be a beautiful or elegant girl.

But this girl is ordinary, and even a little restrained.

“Hello.” Zhang Feng saw that she didn't have any martial arts skills, “I'm looking for your General He, I'm a friend of Dong Qing.”

Dong Qing is the Thief King's nickname.

“Ah?” The girl didn't hear what Zhang Feng said.

Because she had been looking at Zhang Feng's face.

Although Zhang Feng is not handsome, he has a blend of invisible elegance and coldness, which is exactly the type she likes.

“Looking for General He.” Zhang Feng saw her in a daze and said again, “Dong Qing sent me here.”

“Oh, oh!” The girl nodded quickly, then picked up the phone and moved back slightly to avoid Zhang Feng hearing the conversation,

“Hello! Brother! There is a handsome… there is a gentleman looking for you!”

“How many times have I said it? Call me General He outside!”

Inside the office, the forty-something Director He was sitting in his executive chair, holding a newspaper in one hand and a phone in the other. "Little Mei, who is this person? What did he say? I sent you to the front desk to improve your communication skills. But all you did was say, 'A gentleman is looking for me?'"

"This gentleman said he's…" The girl looked at Zhang Feng with adorable, pleading eyes.

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Zhang Feng said, "A friend from Dongqing."

"Dongqing," the girl repeated, thinking 'qing' meant the 'qing' in 'qingliang' (cool), because the name 'Dongqing' was too strange.

'Dongqing? Someone from Thief King's gang?' Director He quickly thought of Thief King, but he really didn't want to deal with this ruthless figure.

"Just tell him I'm not here, I'm on a business trip!"

"Okay," the girl replied, then looked at Zhang Feng.

Just from this glance, perhaps attracted by Zhang Feng's aura, she suddenly felt a little nervous and didn't dare to look him in the face. "That… um… my brother said Dongqing isn't here…"

As she spoke, she suddenly realized she had misspoke, so she corrected herself, "My brother said he's not here. The secretary answered the phone at the office."

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

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

"Not investigating him," Zhang Feng pointed to the phone. "Just asking him about something."

"Oh, oh!" The girl felt relieved. This sudden scare completely extinguished her vague feelings for Zhang Feng.

But she didn't dawdle and quickly avoided Zhang Feng to make the call.

"Director He, Zhang Feng, Mr. Zhang from the Junshan City Special Task Force, is looking for you."

'Zhang Feng? The grandmaster everyone's been talking about lately?' Director He suddenly sat up straight. Now he didn't want to avoid anyone like before, but instead, his eyelids were twitching.

'What does a task force instructor, a grandmaster of martial arts, want with a nobody like me? I've already retired from the underworld and been doing honest business for so many years…'

He was very flustered and didn't want to meet. "Little Mei, just say I had a car accident while I was out of town and won't be back for a while!"

"Ah? Okay!"

The girl responded, then composed herself and said sadly to Zhang Feng:

"I'm sorry, Mr. Zhang. I just carefully asked my brother's driver… Waa, it seems my brother had a car accident and might not be back for a while…"

The girl was very sad, but only crying sounds came out; she couldn't squeeze out any tears.

"Not coming back?" Zhang Feng looked at her unconvincing expression and the riddled-with-holes excuse. Finally, he pointed to the office at the end of the hallway.

"May I be so bold as to ask if I can take a look? Because you said he was on a business trip one moment and in a car accident the next. I'm afraid that if I don't go over there, your brother will die in the office soon."

"Pfft…" The girl suddenly turned her fake crying into laughter. Her eyes curved like crescent moons when she smiled, and she even laughed out some tears.

But a few seconds later, she realized something was wrong and forcefully suppressed her laughter.

But this smile of hers exposed that her brother was actually fine.

And what was Zhang Feng's profession?

A criminal investigator!

He could tell at a glance that neither of the siblings was telling the truth.

"No more chatting," Zhang Feng went directly towards the office.

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

Zhang Feng walked, and she chased.

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

Clatter—

He twisted the handle a few times, but the door didn't open.

Zhang Feng then looked at the girl who had already run up to him. "Are you going to help me open it, or am I going to break down the door?"

"Uh…" The girl thought for a few seconds and chose to take out the key to help Zhang Feng open the door, but she muttered, "I just graduated from college. I finally begged my brother to let me work here.

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

She muttered, venting her anger on the key, twisting the lock cylinder with all her might.

"The key is about to break," Zhang Feng reached out his right hand, and with a light flick of his index finger, 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 Director He in the executive chair.

"Director He."

Zhang Feng took a few steps forward and said calmly, "You're really hard to meet."

"I wouldn't dare!" When Director He saw that Zhang Feng had really come, he immediately stood up and gestured towards his chair with both hands. "Brother Zhang, please have a seat!"

"You're putting on quite the act," Zhang Feng was amused by his appearance and sat down in his executive chair. He looked at him, who was nodding and bowing beside him.

"I only have one question. Let's talk quickly so you can still make it to lunch."

"Please ask," he said, then turned to look at his dazed sister at the door. "Go out first."

"Oh!" The girl retreated.

Zhang Feng didn't delay and said directly, "Have you ever seen a Taoist priest, about eighty or ninety years old, or even older? And quite skilled."

Based on the letter, Zhang Feng could roughly imagine the basic image and age of the 'Guest of Honor'.

Especially the age, [Eighty-nine years of cultivation]. Even if he started cultivating at a few years old, he would still be over ninety years old.

But he couldn't tell Wang Dui and the others this.

Because Zhang Feng didn't know if it was true or not, he was afraid of wasting police resources and also afraid that the 'Guest of Honor' was doing it on purpose to interfere with the direction of the search.

However, it was fine to casually inquire with outsiders like Director He.

"What? A Taoist priest who knows kung fu?" Director He was very confused. "I've never heard of one…"

As he replied, he looked at Zhang Feng strangely.

'Ninety years old and can still fight? Is this definitely not a joke?'

Director He felt very strange.

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

"No," Director He shook his head. "Is he from around here? Judging from the depiction of his clothes, he should be from the South, right?"

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

Director He wanted to 'send the god away' and get Zhang Feng out of here as soon as possible, so he added, "Brother Zhang, if you want to inquire about Taoists, I can tell you about someone.

He's an old scholar who often travels to Taoist temples all over the world. I estimate he knows quite a few Taoists."

"How old is he?" Zhang Feng now had a bit of professional instinct, subconsciously guessing whether this person was the 'Guest of Honor'.

"Where was he on August 3rd? Where was he at the end of September? Where was he in mid-to-late November?"

Zhang Feng was talking about the three dates of the incidents.

"He's forty-two or three years old, right?" Director He first stated the age, then recalled, "I don't know about the beginning of August, and I don't know about November.

But I know about the end of September. He was visiting a Taoist temple here at the time and spent basically half a month here."

As he spoke, he 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 here, I even went to the Taoist temple to find him and took a photo with him.

And in those few days, I even drank with him a few times."

"Mm," Hearing the age, Zhang Feng knew that it wasn't necessarily him.

And hearing Director He talk about his alibi, Zhang Feng dispelled his doubts.

'I'm so obsessed with investigating the case that I'm possessed,' Zhang Feng shook his head, but still, out of professional habit, he glanced at the photo.

It was a middle-aged man dressed as a lay Buddhist, with a kind face but also shifty eyes, like someone who sells courses online.

With that kind of temperament, he definitely couldn't write the heroic line 'Cultivating Taoism is difficult, let's go forward together'.

Because in Zhang Feng's mind, if the 'Guest of Honor' was a person in his forties, then he should be a Taoist with a heroic temperament, easily recognizable in a crowd of people on the street.

If he was in his sixties or seventies, then he would definitely be a detached old Taoist whom the world laughed at for being crazy, the most sober scenery in the materialistic world.

That was the 'Guest of Honor' that Zhang Feng imagined.

Not some course seller.

Thinking in his heart, Zhang Feng looked at Director He.

"Where is this course seller now? I'll ask him."

There wasn't much information now, so he might as well ask this old scholar first.

Maybe this person had been to some remote Taoist temple and inadvertently encountered the 'Guest of Honor'.

But Director He scratched his head and said:

"What course seller? He doesn't teach courses or teach anything, but he sells books."

Director He picked up a copy of "I Absolutely Love Nature" from the table.

"He sells this. One book costs three thousand two, and he even said that I was fated, so I could buy it. Ordinary people can't buy it even if they want to."