There's something wrong with me

Not long after.

The police arrived and tried to disperse the growing crowd of residents.

But as the police dispersed the crowd, many people asked questions while looking up at Old Zhang, the train conductor's house.

"Officer, what exactly is going on?"

"Let me tell you, the conductor jumped from the building just now and was completely unharmed! Like a celestial being!"

"I don't think those four people are human! Conductor Zhang is eliminating harm for the people!"

"Are they the rat people they talk about online? I always thought it was fake…"

"Their lair has already been destroyed, don't worry…"

They spoke to each other, and some even vouched for Zhang Feng.

Some passersby from outside even came in, standing outside the crowd, craning their necks, squinting their eyes in fear, but also curiously sizing up the distorted corpses.

It wasn't until a few law enforcement officers finished taking pictures and covered the bodies with white cloths that the gazes of the crowd were cut off.

And now, there was no need for a non-disclosure agreement.

The matter of the rats had been spread far and wide in recent years, and specific morphological characteristics could be found online.

It could be said that everyone reported them upon seeing them.

Otherwise, these four rats would not have been so secretive, drawing the curtains.

Of course, this was also due to the development of the internet and communication today, with almost everyone having mobile phones and landlines.

There were also more and more cameras, so it was largely made public.

But if it had been a few years ago, without finding the lair, not being sure of the number of rats, and the internet not being so developed, and cameras being scarce.

If it were made public, firstly, it would inevitably cause panic, and secondly, it might cause the uncertain number of rats to go for broke, killing indiscriminately and causing even greater panic.

But now, to put it bluntly.

Because the Investigation Bureau was broken up and separated into provinces and regions, local rat-catching mobile teams were established.

Even if there were one or two individual rats somewhere and something happened, they could quickly be locked down and kept within a controllable range.

The extension of time and the confirmation of the lair information allowed the authorities to make relatively complete arrangements.

In addition, in recent years, Zhang Feng had passed on to them the Huajin medicinal formula and cultivation methods that could improve their physique as soon as possible.

If the time was delayed any longer, then the people would be safer.

At the same time.

Outside the residential complex.

Zhang Feng was not upstairs, but in a police car.

"How's the investigation going? Any leads?"

After looking at the crowd in the yard for a few moments, Zhang Feng looked at Old Fang, the criminal police captain in the passenger seat.

He had been promoted now.

"The data from the nearby cameras has been retrieved." Old Fang replied, "Everyone who had contact with this car has been questioned, and there are no problems.

More camera footage is being retrieved by people from various bureaus in the city."

"The problem lies with me." Zhang Feng bravely admitted his mistake, "I was unstable at the time and forgot to leave someone alive to ask, but now it's causing so much trouble for so many people."

Zhang Feng still didn't know that these four rats were the only four remaining in the world besides the Investigation Bureau.

If he knew.

Then it was a good kill.

"Maybe there are only these four left." Old Fang didn't dare to blame Zhang Feng, but instead gratefully said truthfully, "If Conductor Zhang wasn't here, a major incident would have happened!

I'd rip off his grandma's legs! Four rats together, if they went crazy and went for broke, how many lives would that take?

Conductor Zhang saved a lot of people!

People cannot be brought back to life, but our labor force can be reproduced!"

Old Fang's values were very upright, and he said in a serious manner, "And protecting the people, investigating the rats, and preventing the people from being harmed is originally our responsibility.

The conductor has now directly taken the last step, killing the rats and protecting the people.

Our current investigation is also the same as in recent years, a step-by-step investigation, not tiring at all.

Moreover, the conductor's act of eliminating harm for the people this time has also opened up new clues, giving us a direction for investigation."

After a long speech.

Zhang Feng was speechless, and also knew that if he said anything else, it would be pretentious.

But in fact, Zhang Feng also knew that the reason why he directly killed the rats this time was, firstly, the anger and murderous intent of having a friend poisoned, and secondly, his demonic value was a bit high, so his killing intent was relatively high, and he forgot to leave someone alive.

If he had a normal state of mind, he would not have had such a great killing intent, but would have left someone alive, and then followed the clues to wipe out their entire clan.

At the same time, Zhang Feng thought of this and always felt that something was not right, as if the killing intent of exterminating the clan was even greater?

But after thinking about it carefully, it didn't seem like anything was wrong.

This beast had come to kill him, and had also come to harm his friends, so would he 'repay evil with kindness'?

If it was Wang She, that uncultured drug dealer, he might really be fooled and think that he should repay evil with kindness.

But Zhang Feng had read a lot of books, and others couldn't fool him.

Knowing that the full text is simplified to 'How to repay kindness with evil? Repay evil with uprightness, and repay kindness with kindness.'

Moreover, if it was really Wang She, what repaying evil with kindness? He would directly skin and interrogate the rats.

"Then you guys investigate first." Zhang Feng pondered, also looked at Old Fang, threw him a pack of cigarettes, "I won't go to the bureau, my train will leave in another hour."

Twenty years of work habits made Zhang Feng start to think about his little train after finishing his work at this moment.

During work, not returning to the train always felt like something was missing.

… …

Woo woo ~

The train departs at half past nine.

Zhang Feng sat in the driver's cab, looking at Old Zhao, and his little apprentice.

"Conductor Zhang! You are really a martial arts master!"

At this moment, his little apprentice looked at the just-released online news while looking at Zhang Feng in shock.

News headline [Conductor Zhang Jumps from the Fifth Floor and Kills Four Non-Human Creatures!]

Because it was a small workshop's wild news, not only was the news released quickly, but it also dared to break big news, and it also included Zhang Feng's photo.

Furthermore, Zhang Feng had also been on TV a few times in the early years, and could be considered a public figure.

So this small workshop was not a major violation.

It was just that this little apprentice had only come to this train a month ago.

And he always thought that 'Zhang Feng's legend' was a rumor.

But now there was not only news online, but also some live mobile phone videos.

He believed it.

"I can't be considered a master." Zhang Feng saw his adoring look, and pointed to the rag in the bucket next to him, "If you want to learn, I can teach you a few self-defense techniques.

But you can't let your master wipe the car every day.

He is old, not only doing the work of an apprentice, but also teaching you with his heart, you kid should also be considerate."

"Okay, okay…" He nodded quickly, looking excited.

"I'll take it as your promise." Zhang Feng lit a cigarette, "Then go get some soap powder from the cafeteria and start wiping.

If I don't say stop, if you dare to stop.

Go wherever you should go, my train doesn't welcome you.

I'm telling you, I have the final say on this train, even if we're not in the same department, I can transfer you at will."

"Yes! Conductor! I'll wipe it now!" He felt a thud in his heart and ran out to fetch water.

At this time, Old Zhao saw him leave, and said to Zhang Feng with a smile: "Thank you, Conductor, for helping me vent my anger. I usually can't talk to him, I didn't expect the conductor to suppress him all of a sudden!

I've never seen him so frustrated."

"Stop it." Zhang Feng shook his head, comfortably leaning on the small chair, looking at the snowflakes outside the window,

"It's not about suppressing him, it's just that I have a bit of a problem, I like to come out and say something when I see my friends being bullied."

… …

Woo woo ~

Old-fashioned green trains are becoming less and less common.

This year's winter.

Early in the morning, the weather was dry and cold, with no snow.

Zhang Feng, whose face already had wrinkles, was wearing a conductor's uniform with a 'little panda patch' on the side of his waist.

Although the wrinkles on his face could be smoothed out by resonance.

But Zhang Feng liked this kind of trace of time, experiencing the age growth and changes of the world.

Ta—

Arrived at the driver's cab.

Old Zhao still arrived earlier than Zhang Feng, but he didn't wipe the car, but was playing with his mobile phone.

Zhang Feng looked at him twice, looked at his appearance with reading glasses, and smiled: "Hey, who is that, you tap left and tap right, can you figure out how to use a smartphone?"

"Ah?" Old Zhao pulled his reading glasses down to the bridge of his nose, glanced at Zhang Feng, "Hey! Conductor, you came on the train without a sound, suddenly making a sound, scaring Old Zhao!

"It's okay, I can cure you if you get sick from the scare." Zhang Feng pointed to his mobile phone, "When did you buy a new mobile phone?"

"My child bought it for me half a month ago." Old Zhao smiled, "I dare to bring it out now that I understand it a little."

"Then use your new mobile phone to send a message and ask your little apprentice to bring some dumplings from the cafeteria on the platform." Zhang Feng took out a cigarette, "I see that the cafeteria is making them, but I don't want to queue up, and I don't want to cut in line, so let him stand there blankly."

"Aren't you using the little police officer anymore?" Old Zhao tapped the keyboard nine-square grid with one finger, sending a message, "That's right, he's also almost forty years old now, and he's about to start taking on apprentices."

“Never mind him; he's still young.” Zhang Feng took out his thermos cup from his pocket. “Once this year passes, you'll be fifty-eight.

Are you planning to work until you're sixty? Or retire after the new year?”

“Resting at home is still resting; I might as well work until sixty,” Old Zhao said, still typing with his one-finger method. “And there's my young apprentice; his skills aren't refined enough. I need to guide him more.

Even if I retire, I'll still be in the train car.”

“You're just destined to worry,” Zhang Feng shook his head. “I can't tell you what to do. Whatever; do as you please.”

Just then.

Ring, ring, ring. Zhang Feng's phone rang.

He glanced at it; it was Bureau Chief Fang from the provincial department, Old Fang.

He had been promoted again.

“Hello?” Zhang Feng answered. “What's up so early in the morning?”

“Chief!” Old Fang had become a leader and probably lectured people every day; his voice was a bit hoarse. “Just now, a friend of mine from another province saw Boss Long. I'll send you the address.”

As he spoke, he sent some information to Zhang Feng on the messaging app.

Zhang Feng glanced at it. “Thanks, Old Fang. I'll treat you to a drink when I get back.”

“No, no, no,” Old Fang shook his head. “Recently, the hotheads in the team have been giving me high blood pressure. I'm afraid if I drink any more, I'll just pass out.”

“Then I'll prescribe some medicine for you, and you can drink again,” Zhang Feng replied with a laugh, then said seriously, “You're getting older; you have to be careful.

If you're free these next few days, go see my old team leader first. I taught a medical apprentice; although he's nowhere near as good as me, he has some skill.

Let him prescribe some medicine for you first.

Okay, that's it for now; talk to you later.”

Without waiting for Old Fang to reply or chat, he hung up directly.

At the same time, Zhang Feng looked at Old Zhao, who was still typing.

“Forget it. I see you still can't figure it out with your one-finger typing. Seriously, why don't you just make a phone call? Why do you have to be trendy and use messaging apps?

I'm really fed up with you people's stubbornness. Damn it, you're all old men; can't you be as efficient as me?”

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After speaking, Zhang Feng waved his hand, stuffed the thermos cup into his pocket, and got off the train directly. “I'm not eating anymore. By the way, tell the young train police that I won't be on the train today; tell them to be careful.”

‘Be careful about what?’ Old Zhao was confused. ‘I thought whether you're on the train or not is the same?’

… …

Leaving the train car, he arrived on the platform.

Zhang Feng glanced around slightly and headed towards the high-speed train heading to the southwestern province.

Arriving outside the driver's cab, he knocked on the door.

As the computer-controlled door opened, the driver revealed a look of confusion and admiration. “Chief Zhang, why are you here?”

Zhang Feng came up with his thermos cup. “Hitching a ride.”

… …

The high-speed train was indeed fast.

It was also his first time in the high-speed train driver's cab.

It felt a bit cramped, and it was difficult to put his small stool.

But it was precisely the high-speed train, like the plane, that had a 'save point' of 'returning to before boarding after death'.

Therefore, Zhang Feng dared to come, also fearing that his disturbance might affect the driver's thinking.

At the same time, Zhang Feng also had an idea.

That was to sit in the cockpit of a plane one day.

… …

Two hours.

The southwestern province near the border arrived.

Zhang Feng said goodbye to the driver, who admired him very much, and then took a taxi to the small town at the foot of the mountain on the border.

On the way.

Zhang Feng leaned back in the passenger seat, looking out at the scenery outside the window.

The taxi driver kept looking at Zhang Feng from time to time, then looked at the clothes on Zhang Feng's body, and then asked curiously, “Master, are you the train chief in the station?”

“Yes.” Zhang Feng looked at him. “From Yunlian City Station.”

“Amazing!” The driver exclaimed. “You're awesome! A big cadre!”

“I don't count; the stationmaster is,” Zhang Feng shook his head with a smile. “But if you come to our place to take the train one day, giving you a free ticket is no problem.”

“No, no, no!” The driver was suddenly very nervous, thinking that Zhang Feng didn't want to give him the fare. “However much it is, that's how much it is. It's all work; I wouldn't dare be careless!”

… …

Arriving at the outskirts of the mountain.

“Take care,” the driver said happily, counting the money, because the train chief didn't want to cheat him out of the fare.

“Drive slowly on the way back.”

Zhang Feng waved to him, and then began to trek into the mountains.

He walked along the way.

And saw the beautiful scenery of the mountains and rivers all the way.

The temperature here was not too low, and many trees had not yet turned yellow.

Looking at a glance, the eye was full of vitality in the stream.

Gurgle ~

Close to a few steps, there were also some fish in the stream.

Their fins swayed, stirring up the trees reflected in the stream.

And in the distance, there were some anglers.

The cool water breeze brushed against his face.

At this moment, not to mention being relaxed and happy, but there was also a trance feeling of working in a bustling city for twenty-four years, and suddenly being isolated from the world, coming to another quiet world.

This strong cutting emotion made Zhang Feng's depressed thoughts blown away by the cool water breeze.

‘If the demon heart value was 70% before, then it should be 50 now, going away nearly one-third.’

Zhang Feng experienced for a moment and continued to walk forward.

When climbing over the mountain.

Zhang Feng saw a small town under the mountain next to him.

Looking from a distance, there were also wooden houses.

Continuing to approach and coming to the town.

Zhang Feng saw many people still riding bicycles, holding old-fashioned telephones in their hands.

The road planning was also relatively chaotic, and there were no cameras.

Boss Long was now living here, and the communication was not very developed, so it was no wonder he couldn't be found.

Continuing to walk forward.

“What clothes are those?”

“Is that the train chief?”

“I've seen him in the city; he's a train chief…”

Zhang Feng's journey also attracted the attention of some people.

There were also some children following Zhang Feng, learning Zhang Feng's walking posture.

They thought it was very handsome.

Zhang Feng looked at the children behind him, and then went to the small store next to him and bought some candy.

“Come, call the train chief.”

Zhang Feng gave it to them with a smile.

“Hello, Train Chief Uncle!”

“Hello, Uncle!”

“Train Chief Uncle! I also want candy! Can you give me one?”

Their mouths were very sweet and they shouted happily.

“Don't worry, everyone has one.”

Zhang Feng also happily gave them candy to eat.

The nearby children saw this and surrounded him all at once.

The surrounding residents did not have any precautions against strangers, because Zhang Feng was wearing a train chief's uniform and was full of righteousness.

When they saw Zhang Feng, they felt like they were bad people.

Such righteousness made them feel inexplicably awesome.

“This big brother…”

But at this time, a honest man came over, holding change in his hand, “I'm sorry, my child is greedy; this is your money for buying candy.”

“No need.” Zhang Feng smiled and said, “He called me uncle, and you called me big brother. I'm making a profit by giving out candy.”

After speaking, Zhang Feng waved his hand and left.

Ignoring other people's scrutiny.

According to the address given by Old Fang, Zhang Feng walked for almost ten minutes and came to a small food stall.

The stall owner was an old man nearly seventy years old.

Zhang Feng could vaguely see Boss Long's appearance.

His appearance had changed so much; no wonder he was difficult to find.

“Boss, give me a bowl of wontons.”

Zhang Feng glanced at him, and then looked inside the stall.

There was a bed over there, and on the bed was a baby about one year old, wrapped up like a ball.

“Okay…” Boss Long looked at Zhang Feng, but didn't recognize him. Instead, he started wrapping wontons.

Seeing that he didn't recognize him, Zhang Feng took the initiative to say, “Boss Long, more than twenty years ago, you told me to find you when I went to Shan Province.

But you left, and the world is so vast. It's been many years since we last saw each other.”

Tap—

Boss Long's chopsticks for wrapping wontons stopped, and he looked at Zhang Feng carefully again, feeling that he didn't recognize this middle-aged man in the train chief's uniform.

“That friend of yours.” Zhang Feng reminded him, “The one who was wrapped up tightly, gave me a secret manual, and then jumped off the train. I'm the one who was given the secret manual by him.

I gave you a sign before, asking you to pick him up.”

“You are… Zhang Feng?” He remembered and said excitedly, “I've seen your news! Seated Guest has also seen it!

Seated Guest also said that his nickname was given by you, the number one expert in the world!

Since that day, he told me to call him Seated Guest.”

“The number one in the world is just something that's spread randomly on the internet.” Zhang Feng asked curiously, “Where is Seated Guest now?”

“He's in the mountains.” Boss Long said without hesitation, “We've been looking for mice in the deep mountains and old forests on the border all these years.”