CHAPTER 212: CHAPTER 105 THIS IS THE ’OLD PROFESSION’_2

Also tonight.

In a large conference room.

All around were police officers who had signed confidentiality agreements.

In the middle were over fifty experts.

They were nervously watching Zhang Feng while still jotting things down.

"Train Chief Zhang, what did you see at first glance at this picture?"

There were still questions being asked.

’His expression is very natural.’ Some were observing Zhang Feng’s micro-expressions, body movements, the angle of his gaze, and blinking frequency.

"Rabbit." Zhang Feng answered fluently, just a glance, without any unnecessary second look.

Just like this, question and answer. Question and answer.

After an hour.

An elderly man stood up, warmly reached out his hand to Zhang Feng, and said, "Thank you, Train Chief Zhang, for cooperating with our work. Welcome back to the station."

He was the head of the Non-Biological Investigation Bureau and hosted all the test arrangements regarding Zhang Feng.

Now, the various tests that lasted for five days have all ended.

And with Zhang Feng’s experience and mindset, handling all the psychological tests was child’s play, naturally receiving an evaluation of a normal person.

Because Zhang Feng had also done such things in the world of transforming strength before.

Moreover, in the real world, facing so many micro-expression and behavior experts, etc.

Zhang Feng also gained very rich coping experience.

At least from the perspective of modern psychology, Zhang Feng now has no loopholes and no angle to be breached.

The adventurous life brought life experiences.

Let Zhang Feng, in some knowledge cognition, already surpass normal humans by one tier.

But Zhang Feng also knew they were so nervous because he had hidden his martial arts for decades and quickly killed the ’humanoid’ rat.

Behavioral loopholes, as well as formidable personal martial force, made them feel that he was an extremely dangerous person.

But in fact, Zhang Feng was preconceived, thinking of its homology and kind, completely treating it as a monster rat with human skin.

Adding to that familiar cry when it screamed.

Zhang Feng suddenly felt like he returned to those experiences of fighting in the lairs.

As for the sixteen years of hiding, it can completely be said that he didn’t care about worldly matters.

As for why he insisted on being a train chief,

It can be said that he simply wanted to be a train chief.

No reason.

Similarly, Zhang Feng also knew that in a world where everyone is very ordinary, if he stood out like this, he would inevitably have to undergo such ’tedious consultations’.

These are unavoidable things.

Fortunately, it was all over in a blink of an eye.

...

Wuwu~

After another specially approved seven-day vacation.

On the eighth day,

Zhang Feng returned to his little train.

"Let’s have some pig trotters."

Zhang Feng, with sunglasses and a train chief hat, came to the dining car, watching the train gradually starting.

"Oh?" Brother Fatty saw Zhang Feng return and was not like before, rushing to cook right away. Instead, he curiously said, "Train Chief, I thought you’d been captured for study."

He pointed to his phone, which displayed an old novel, "Some protagonists were studied after being discovered."

"Research is good." Zhang Feng removed his hat, "But compared to being a prisoner, I prefer to be a guest of honor."

"Train Chief, you’re really bold." Brother Fatty chuckled as he went to the kitchen, "But if I were the protagonist in such stories, I also wouldn’t want to be studied. I want to cook freely; I love cooking."

Brother Fatty spoke naively, being in his forties or fifties but still cheerful like a child.

Zhang Feng envied him, content and always joyful.

He himself was not very content, always feeling like he hadn’t learned or practiced enough.

But thinking too much is useless, and it doesn’t help, only increasing troubles.

So I might as well practice first.

...

Another year passed.

Winter.

Although it hasn’t snowed yet, the weather is getting colder and colder.

This time, the train is heading to Peng City.

Clank clank~

Again, in the locomotive part of the train.

Zhang Feng watched the driver operate while smoking, "Old Zhao, we’ll be arriving soon. I plan to take someone to tour around the city. Do you have anything you’d like me to bring back?"

"I’ll go myself." The driver laughed, "Troubling you, Train Chief, I’d feel awkward."

"Come off it." Zhang Feng shook his head, "We’ve been colleagues for eight or nine years, don’t mention all this unnecessary stuff. Just because I know some cultivation techniques, don’t treat me as an outsider.

If you keep doing this, I won’t come here to chat and slack off anymore."

Theoretically, the train chief shouldn’t come to the locomotive cab because there are professional communicators and devices.

But in reality, if one wants to go visit, no one whispers behind their back about it.

Especially now that Zhang Feng has revealed his martial arts, no one dares say anything.

Zhang Feng could clearly feel that revealing his skills had shifted things that were once rules into something no longer limited by those boundaries.

Zhang Feng didn’t know if he liked this kind of freedom.

Because when there are rules, there is also a kind of cheerful freedom within them.

That was also good.

For instance, this small halfway ’fifteen-year regulated work journey’ had rules.

For the most part, it was fifteen years of single-mindedly cultivating inner strength.

Making Zhang Feng realize that, looking back at the fifteen years of work experience, there weren’t deep memories; everything passed by in a blink of an eye.

Indeed, just in the blink of an eye, everyone aged.

When asked about their age, they were all in their forties or fifties.

Zhang Feng was very emotional, saying to the driver:

"You say, in this life, it’s just a blink to go from a child to an adult, just a blink.

Would you say that in those years, things were experienced or not experienced?"

"Not...right? Or maybe they were?" The driver was also puzzled, "Train Chief, I’m just a driver, maybe you’re asking the wrong person?"