How about... we first divide so brothers from our side, let them co 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 thod, keep probing, and start by reallocating so 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 co 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 so affairs at ho."
"Alright." Zhang Feng, with a stubbly beard, holding a suitcase, said to Captain Li and mbers 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 ti 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 beco this frail." Zhang Feng laughed at his sniffling, "Don’t drag the brothers along for this hard battle, just go ho 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 ti it was a soft seat.
They entered the compartnt.
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 so boxing and kicking manuals of this world and dical materials.
Perhaps because the world is different, so herbs here also have subtle differences, with so 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 beco increasingly abundant.
Apart from that, the constitution of this body is now at [27], with the ridians 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 beca more familiar with overclocking the ridians.
Even amid tedious casework, Zhang Feng perford 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 . 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 ca 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 soone.
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, ca to the cri 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 mont, a tall man approached.
He was the local criminal investigation team leader.
As he ca over, he first reached out to Zhang Feng.
"Heard so ti ago that a ’highly skilled martial arts criminal investigation coach’ erged in Lin Province.
Lately, Zhang Feng, Teacher Zhang, your reputation has been resounding in my ears!"
In these months, with the entanglents 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 so incense ash for a sniff, and it was the sa 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 ters tall, not particularly strong either."
"Our provincial departnt seems to want to invite Teacher Zhang here for martial arts guidance, not sure if Teacher Zhang will co."
"I surely hope Teacher Zhang cos!"
"Shh! Keep it down..."
They whispered as they gazed at Zhang Feng, the rising star of the police community.
anwhile, 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 mont, 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 ridians of human legs.
Additionally, within these leg ridians, 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 tis for partial results.’
Zhang Feng pondered briefly, first looking southeast, walking forward while recalling its aning.
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 ters 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 ridians, nor have a certain level of power, you truly can’t discern these cryptic ssages.
Such secrecy, whom is it ant for?’
Zhang Feng pondered for a mont, 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 thods 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 skimd over, Zhang Feng suddenly realized, the letter seed to be for him.
’Fellow Daoist, I heard that a fist skill master erged in the police world.
Upon investigating, I assud 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 thod 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.’
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