"Why are you here?" Leng Feng asked knowingly with a straight face. Ren He didn't know how to respond to Leng Feng's cold question for a while, hesitatingly pulled over the female classmate who was following him and said: "I...

I...the school is on vacation, and I and my classmates came to Peking to have fun, um, have fun."

Leng Feng nodded, turned his head and looked at the classmate, moved his fingers lightly in his pants pocket, and found the basic information of this person. His background was clean, so he felt relieved and said: "It's troublesome."

"No trouble, no trouble." Ren He's classmates waved their hands repeatedly, then pulled Ren He and jumped away in a hurry.

After pulling Ren He away, the classmate whispered: "Oh my god! It's him who saved you!"

Ren He: "Do you know him? Mengmeng?"

"In the whole of Peiping! Everyone knows about it! The famous iron-fisted detective! Not only did he have a strong background, but the key is that he was particularly powerful. He would quickly solve any case he took a look at, no matter what the inside story was.

It's in his hands! It is said that he uses his nickname to scare the gangsters."

"So awesome?!" For the first time, Ren He knew about Leng Feng's past. Her classmate Wang Mengmeng nodded fiercely: "I don't even know, it turns out that the Leng Feng you mentioned is the same person as this Leng Feng. When did he

He's a soldier?! But it's strange, what he was wearing just now was the deputy director's police uniform."

"I don't know about this either. He is too mysterious. Apart from a few things about him, I don't know as much as you do." Ren He was a little frustrated for some reason.

However, there was a cigarette seller who glanced at Ren He and the two of them without leaving any trace.

The train to Shandong came, Leng Feng stepped on the train, Ren He and Wang Mengmeng were confused.

"Where is he going?" Wang Mengmeng was confused, and so was Ren He: "Wherever he goes...you have to carry your luggage, right? His hands are empty, is he checking the carriage?"

Wang Mengmeng looked at Ren He with an idiot look: "Are you crazy?! Not to mention that he is the deputy director now, even the iron-fisted detective at the time would not check the train, right?"

Hearing this, Ren He couldn't help but think about why Leng Feng was going there? Without luggage? Just boarding a train? Could it be... avoiding me?!

Girls just like to think too much. This time, Leng Feng was in a hurry and threw his luggage into the small warehouse. This led to the situation of being followed. Leng Feng regretted getting in the car because he saw everyone putting their luggage in the car.

Put it on the shelf, or put it next to your legs. You are the only one who is unique and comes empty-handed. It suddenly attracted people's attention. They all whispered to each other and talked about whether something had happened. It was impossible to conjure up the luggage now.

Ah, Leng Feng's unique behavior directly attracted the train conductor.

The conductor in blue uniform took off his hat and saluted Leng Feng: "Police officer, you..."

Leng Feng gave him the ticket: "Here"

The conductor glanced at Leng Feng, squinted his eyes and looked at the ticket: "Hey, policeman, you are in the wrong car. This is a private room, not here. I will take you there. Your luggage must have been packed."

Did you send it over?"

Following the train conductor's words, the strange looks from the people around him disappeared. It was so strange that the man in the compartment was not carrying his own luggage.

"Well, lead the way." Leng Feng hesitated. When the door opens, he can just throw the luggage over, as long as he moves quickly.

"Zi Ling", the hairs on Leng Feng's back stood up. It felt really bad, but Leng Feng suddenly understood that it was dangerous, or in other words, someone was paying attention to him. He turned around subconsciously. The faces of the people in the carriage were as usual, and he couldn't see.

Something unusual happened.

Does it have its own alarm push notification? But... when I was in Zhuoni, when I was shot, there was no such notification. What happened? Leng Feng couldn't figure it out.

When I came to the box, it was amazing, there were all guards, what was going on?!?!

"Stop!" The guard blocked the way, checked Leng Feng's ID, and then let Leng Feng go to a corner box.

"Who is this person?" Leng Feng checked and couldn't help but frown. This person is strange. I have never heard of him. Why does he look like a member of the Northeast Army?

"This... Kenji Doihara!!!" Leng Feng was shocked. Kenji Doihara was also there, and he was in the box next to his. What a coincidence?! Nonsense! Could it be that those Japanese spies in the station were for protection?

Kenji Doihara’s?! Fart! Obvious hostility, think I’m blind?!

To stabilize his mind, Leng Feng has been worried. At the same time, he has rehearsed in his mind countless times. What if he bumps into Kenji Doihara? Now that the nightmare has come true, he must deal with it carefully!

"Crash!" The door of the carriage was pulled open, as if in slow motion. Leng Feng held his breath and watched a person come out of the room next to his. It was none other than that old devil Doihara Kenji!!

What a meow! Leng Feng had to pass in front of this Japs before he could get to his box.

One step at a time. He walked over as if no one was watching, the sweat on his palms was almost dripping. When he came to Kenji Doihara, Leng Feng had no expression on his face and gave him an indifferent look: "Give me a moment."

Doihara stepped back a little, and Leng Feng went over, opened the box, and walked in. His aloof look was indeed in line with the way a police chief treats ordinary people.

Doihara turned his head slightly, and the two agents behind him nodded fiercely and walked to the box on the other side of Lengfeng.
Chapter completed!