CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 64 STRANGE OLD ZHANG? (6.7K)_2

In Captain Wang’s words, that’s ’Once you’ve questioned someone, don’t come back to ask again. If anyone tries to re-question someone who’s already been questioned, they can roll themselves out of this case!’

It’s because of Captain Wang’s words.

Everyone maintained this rigorous mindset, resulting in extreme exhaustion.

Zhang Feng and Captain Wang didn’t sit idle, they were just like everyone else.

Nearly dozens of people had been questioned in this round.

Then came the need to repeatedly confirm and verify, fingerprint collection, and biological information gathering.

In two days, they barely managed three hours of damn sleep.

Until that night at nine o’clock.

At the door of an office in the bureau.

The last person was finally vetted, and they were basically ruled out of suspicion, but relevant information was still retained.

At this moment.

In a slightly larger office.

Zhang Feng leaned back in the chair, gazing at the misty clouds in the room.

Captain Wang and several other officers were wide-eyed with fatigue, the dustpan meant for sweeping had half-filled with cigarette butts.

"Ahh..." Someone leaned against the desk, and when they relaxed a bit, they nearly collapsed immediately into sleep.

"Damn it!" Unable to sleep well, some people were getting irritable. It wasn’t directed at anyone, just the frustration over the case, leading to an urge to swear and vent the inner annoyance.

"Keeping at it like this is not a solution." Zhang Feng was also exhausted and found that investigating cases was more tiring than practicing martial arts.

Investigating a case was a dual fatigue, both mentally and physically.

But practicing martial arts only made the body tired at the time, while the mind felt refreshed.

’This could be considered experiencing a different kind of mental pressure.’ Zhang Feng found some joy amidst the suffering, considering this experience a kind of training.

"Old Zhang’s right, staying up like this is really not a solution."

At this moment, as Captain Wang sat on the desk, with only a cigarette butt in his mouth, almost smoked to the filter.

He had been silent all this time, just smoking and staying there.

Now, as he spoke, the long ash fell with a swoosh.

Others watched, not sure why, but they just followed along.

Everyone’s minds were in a bit of a daze.

"Everyone go back and rest." Captain Wang suddenly said this.

"Go back?" Initially, everyone was delighted, like students hearing "It’s holiday time."

But they weren’t very happy since there was no progress in the case.

All fingerprints checked out, but none matched.

"Then, I’ll head back first." Zhang Feng was quick to reply, ready to leave at once, "Should I tell the colleagues in other rooms the same, to let them go back too?"

"Yeah." Captain Wang just nodded, but his body didn’t move, because every slight movement brought a wave of soreness.

"Take it slow, Captain." His apprentice next to him tried to support him.

"Alright." Usually, Captain Wang would push him away with a slap, maintaining an "I’m still young" vibe, but now he was too tired even to push, allowing himself to be helped away from the desk.

"Hey, Old Zhang!"

Captain Wang suddenly thought of something and called out to Zhang Feng, who was just stepping out: "Let everyone know, tomorrow morning we’ll have a small meeting, let’s set it..."

He checked his watch, "It’s nine now, for those living far away, just make do at the bureau, plan to sleep by ten.

One, two, three... eight o’clock, ten hours!

We’ll gather at eight tomorrow morning, start with a small meeting for a summary."

"Okay."

...

The next day.

In the morning.

It’s the first time Zhang Feng realized waking up naturally was such a good thing.

Then he checked the time, it was seven thirty.

"Damn!"

...

Seven fifty.

Zhang Feng arrived at the meeting room ten minutes early.

"Hey, Zhang’s here."

"Old Zhang, how did you sleep?"

"Come, sit over here."

People in the room greeted Zhang Feng warmly.

After what felt like two days of fighting without sleep.

Even though Zhang Feng still held the title of a half-colleague, his dedication to work made the officers consider him a true comrade.

In their previous memories, Zhang Feng was just considered a good friend.

Because the ’original Zhang Feng’ was somewhat lazy at work.

Not very high in execution power.

But now, it’s off the charts.

"Good." Zhang Feng smiled at everyone, waving his hand as he sat next to Captain Wang.

This meeting was Captain Wang’s, and he sat in the chair of honor.

"Now that Old Zhang is here, should we start the meeting?" Captain Wang looked at everyone.

At this point, Zhang Feng looked around and found he was indeed the last one to arrive.

"Sorry." After two days of firsthand interaction, Zhang Feng enjoyed dealing with these highly efficient colleagues, not wanting to give the impression he was being pretentious or deliberately late,

"I slept in and came late."

"No, no." Captain Wang shook his head, "Our schedule’s inconsistent anyway, we flip it around at will, but you’re different. After staying up two days, your sleep can’t possibly adjust just yet."

"Right." The officer driving nodded towards Zhang Feng at the top, "Besides, you’re not late, we just have the habit of being fifteen minutes early."

"My apprentice is right," a seasoned officer cradled a teacup, "You haven’t joined our meetings before, we haven’t told you.

If we’re to blame, blame Captain Wang; he told you about the meeting but didn’t explain the details, handling matters carelessly."

"Yeah, it’s my fault." Captain Wang admitted without denying the criticism from the older squad member, "I was indeed too tired yesterday, forgot to tell Old Zhang."

As he spoke, Captain Wang pointed at the phone in his pocket, explaining further, "I remembered when I got home, wanted to call Old Zhang, but worried about waking him up?

Old Zhang had been out for two days on the case, that wouldn’t be right."

"I’m not arguing with you." The veteran officer sipped his tea.

Captain Wang shook his head, said no more, and quickly opened his notebook, beginning to go over the case details.

Then as the meeting started, there was the constant click and crackle, the sound of various lighters being flicked.