CHAPTER 86: CHAPTER 65 [INTERNAL ORGAN OVERCLOCKING] (7.2K)_4

How about... we first divide some brothers from our side, let them come over here, and inspect places like the hospitals here?

See if there’s any latest clue.

Sort out whatever can be sorted first.

Isn’t this a good idea?"

"I think it can be done." Zhang Feng picked up the tea beside him, eyes on the chessboard, "Let’s use the elimination method, keep probing, and start by reallocating some of our people to proceed."

Zhang Feng swept the losing chessboard aside, "Not playing anymore, we start arranging things tonight. The important business takes priority over chess."

...

Re-allocate personnel, share information, and then the brothers who come over, will instruct the local comrades one-on-one, imparting experience in investigating Black Dust Incense.

Twenty days later.

Zhang Feng and Captain Wang both looked more scruffy.

...

The twenty-first day.

Afternoon.

At the train station entrance.

"You guys stay and assist here, don’t go back." Captain Wang waved his hand in exhaustion, bidding farewell to the sending-off brothers, "Old Zhang and I will go back to sort out some affairs at home."

"Alright." Zhang Feng, with a stubbly beard, holding a suitcase, said to Captain Li and members of his own bureau:

"No need to see us off, let’s leave it like this. We’ve just managed to finish the investigation today, everyone take a break.

There might be things to handle again tomorrow, and then there won’t be time to rest."

"Alright, take it easy on your way, snif..." Captain Li, lacking rest these days, had a sore throat and caught a cold.

"Your constitution has become this frail." Zhang Feng laughed at his sniffling, "Don’t drag the brothers along for this hard battle, just go home and sleep."

"Then we’re leaving, Brother Zhang."

"Brother Zhang, Captain Wang, we’re heading back first."

The crowd waved, bidding farewell at the intersection.

Zhang Feng and Captain Wang then boarded the train.

But this time it was a soft seat.

They entered the compartment.

Captain Wang covered himself with a blanket he brought, ready to sleep.

Zhang Feng leaned against the head of the bed, planning to read for a while first.

The suitcase Zhang Feng carried was filled with books, containing some boxing and kicking manuals of this world and medical materials.

Perhaps because the world is different, some herbs here also have subtle differences, with some being ones Zhang Feng hadn’t heard of before.

All are new knowledge.

Besides solving cases, Zhang Feng kept learning.

Though limited energy has let Spirit Awakening lag slightly, only reaching 45% now, knowledge has become increasingly abundant.

Apart from that, the constitution of this body is now at [27], with the meridians of Hard Qigong and Eight-Step Chasing Cicada fully open, and Demon Subduing Fist half activated.

Zhang Feng enjoyed this feeling of continuously deepening and learning.

He also became more familiar with overclocking the meridians.

Even amid tedious casework, Zhang Feng performed faster than in his previous world.

And Captain Wang, peeking from under his blanket, saw Zhang Feng still not sleeping, still reading, and couldn’t help but say, "Seriously? Old Zhang, aren’t you tired?

All you do besides solving cases and sleeping is reading and learning. Are you made of steel?"

Speaking of which, he shook his head, "But indeed, thinking about it, if you weren’t this studious, you really wouldn’t be this amazing."

Captain Wang’s words had a sense of admiration, but he really couldn’t emulate Old Zhang’s ’perpetual motion’ style.

"You should sleep if you should." Zhang Feng, not looking up from the book, "Don’t worry about me. Whether my body can handle it or not, I’m actually aware."

"Hard to say." Captain Wang shook his head, preparing to cover himself with the blanket again.

...

About a month later.

The one hundred and tenth day since Zhang Feng came to this world.

Information from the two cities is still being investigated, and even the office considers putting the case aside for now.

But this very morning.

Zhang Feng and Captain Wang, based on a businessman’s sketch, were browsing the streets and alleys in the city, looking for someone.

A thousand miles away, in another province, ’Ice Sword Murders’ occurred again.

"Damn it!"

...

Four days later.

Zhang Feng and Captain Wang, wearing heavy cotton jackets, came to the crime scene.

This was a snow-covered forest, where the deceased was a fugitive murderer, stabbed to death under a tree.

"Coach Zhang, Captain Wang, you’ve arrived."

At that moment, a tall man approached.

He was the local criminal investigation team leader.

As he came over, he first reached out to Zhang Feng.

"Heard some time ago that a ’highly skilled martial arts criminal investigation coach’ emerged in Lin Province.

Lately, Zhang Feng, Teacher Zhang, your reputation has been resounding in my ears!"

In these months, with the entanglements from drug dealers and Captain Li, besides Zhang Feng occasionally capturing criminals.

This made most police stations aware that ’Lin Province, Zhang Feng, Coach Zhang’ was a fist skill master.

"No need to chat idly."

Zhang Feng, now emanating an old detective’s aura, shook hands with him slightly, then headed toward the deceased.

A quick glance showed talisman paper on the ground, with incense ash blown by the cold wind scattered around.

Another glance at the ice sword afterwards.

Zhang Feng removed his thick gloves, picked up some incense ash for a sniff, and it was the same scent, it was him.

"How is it, Coach Zhang?" The local team leader stayed close, with a group of officers behind observing Zhang Feng.

"Is he really Coach Zhang, Teacher Zhang?"

"Coach Zhang looks only about 1.7 meters tall, not particularly strong either."

"Our provincial department seems to want to invite Teacher Zhang here for martial arts guidance, not sure if Teacher Zhang will come."

"I surely hope Teacher Zhang comes!"

"Shh! Keep it down..."

They whispered as they gazed at Zhang Feng, the rising star of the police community.

Meanwhile, beside the corpse.

Captain Wang also put down the incense ash in his hand, directly addressing Zhang Feng, "Old Zhang, combine cases?"

"Combine." Zhang Feng exhaled a long breath, ready to discuss a rough investigation plan with the local team leader.

At this moment, a talisman paper on the ground caught Zhang Feng’s attention.

It wasn’t just the usual secret technique script, but included illustrations, resembling the meridians of human legs.

Additionally, within these leg meridians, there were dashed lines connecting, a practice technique.

’Secret technique script, from the southeast.’

Zhang Feng examined the talisman paper,

’The leg marking indicates stepping power.

The dashed lines above probably explain, to reach this power, a normal person should practice about a hundred and fifty times for partial results.’

Zhang Feng pondered briefly, first looking southeast, walking forward while recalling its meaning.

The others saw Zhang Feng walking absorbedly and didn’t disturb him.

And as Zhang Feng walked, he reached beneath a large tree about a hundred and seventy meters away.

There was a bulging snow mound here, about a head thick.

Zhang Feng glanced, gently sweeping it aside, finding a book covered with leaves below.

’If you don’t understand Taoist secret techniques, don’t know human meridians, nor have a certain level of power, you truly can’t discern these cryptic messages.

Such secrecy, whom is it meant for?’

Zhang Feng pondered for a moment, wearing white gloves, picked it up.

With the opening of the book pages, revealing internal organ descriptions inside, Zhang Feng found it was a book on resonating methods for ’stomach, lungs, heart’!

Not for external but internal cultivation!

Zhang Feng’s heart stirred, flipping through continuously, then found a page falling from the book.

’A letter?’

Zhang Feng glanced at it, first placing the book down properly, then picked up the letter.

As he skimmed over, Zhang Feng suddenly realized, the letter seemed to be for him.

’Fellow Daoist, I heard that a fist skill master emerged in the police world.

Upon investigating, I assumed you, fellow Daoist, have reached the legendary point of having power at your will.

Though I am far from that, I sigh, we aren’t alone in our path.

Though having cultivated for eighty-nine years, yet not reaching willful power, I’ve realized an internal practice method for visceral organs.

I hope fellow Daoist can review; perhaps it helps you.

Let the world see.

Though cultivation is hard, yet on our journey there are like-minded seekers, singing and drinking together, heading toward the future.

Left by, A Guest in the Seats.’