"Why are you here?" Leng Feng asked with a stern face. Ren He didn't know how to deal with Leng Feng's cold questions for a while, and hesitated to pull over the female classmate who followed him and said, "I...I... I...'m on vacation in that school, I'll come to Peking with my classmates to play, yes, play."

Leng Feng nodded, turned his head to look at the classmate, and moved his fingers gently in his pants pocket. He found the basic information of this person, and the background was clean, so he rested and said, "I'm in trouble."

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

When he pulled Ren He away, the classmate whispered: "Oh my God! It was him who saved you!"

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

"The whole of Peking! Everyone knows it! The famous iron-fisted detective! Not only was the background strong at the beginning, but the key was that it was very powerful. When he saw a case, he would quickly solve the case. No matter what inside information there was, it would have to be broken into his hands! It is said that he used his nickname to scare the gangsters."

"So amazing?!" Ren He knew about Leng Feng's past for the first time. Her classmate Wang Mengmeng nodded fiercely: "I don't know. It turns out that Leng Feng you mentioned is the same as Leng Feng. When did he join the army?! But it's strange that he just wore the police rank clothes of the deputy director."

"I don't know this either. He is too mysterious. I don't know as much as you except for his little things." Ren He didn't know why he was a little depressed.

However, there was a cigarette seller who looked at Ren He and the others without missing a trace.

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

"Where is he going?" Wang Mengmeng was confused, and Ren He was also confused: "Where do you have to bring your luggage? He is empty-handed, is it because he is checking the carriage?"

Wang Mengmeng looked at Ren He with an idiot's eyes: "Are you crazy?! Don't say that he is now the deputy director, even the iron-fisted detective at the time, he wouldn't check the train, okay?"

Hearing this, Ren He couldn't help but wonder what Leng Feng was doing? Without luggage? Get on a train at will? Could it be... hiding from me?!

Girls just like to think too much. Leng Feng was in a hurry this time and threw his luggage away from the small warehouse. This was why he was being followed. Leng Feng regretted getting on the bus because he saw everyone putting his luggage on the frame or putting it beside his legs, but he was alone and came empty-handed. He was very eye-catching all of a sudden, and he whispered to him and discussed whether something had happened. The luggage was not good now. Leng Feng's uniqueness directly attracted the commander of the train.

The conductor in a blue uniform took off his hat and saluted Leng Feng: "This policeman, you..."

Leng Feng gave him the ticket: "Hey"

The train conductor looked at Leng Feng, narrowed his eyes and looked at the ticket: "Hey, this policeman, you have gone to the wrong carriage. You are a private room and are not here. I will take you there. Your luggage must have been sent?"

As the train conductor said, the strange eyes of the people around him disappeared, and it was rare to see that the master in the private room could carry his own luggage.

"Well, lead the way." Leng Feng vaguely said that when the door was opened, he could throw his luggage over, as long as he moved faster.

"Spit" and the hairs on Leng Feng's back stood up. This felt really bad, but Leng Feng suddenly realized that it was dangerous, or that someone was paying attention to him, and he turned around subconsciously. The people in the car looked as normal and could not see anything abnormal.

Does it bring an alarm push? But... When I was at Zhuoni, I was shot by a black gun, there was no such push. What happened? Leng Feng couldn't figure it out.

When I came to the private room, it was amazing, they were all guards. What was the situation?!?!

"Stop!" The guard blocked the way, checked Leng Feng's ID, and then sent Leng Feng to a private room at the corner of the corner.

"Who is it?" Leng Feng looked at it and couldn't help but frown. This person was strange. He had never heard of it. Why did 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 him. Coincidence?! Nonsense! Could it be that the Japanese spies in the station protected Kenji Doihara?! Farting! The obvious hostility makes me blind?!

Leng Feng has been worried and has been practicing in his mind countless times. What if he bumped into Kenji Doihara? Now that the nightmare has come true, he must be careful to deal with it!

"Crash!" The door of the carriage was pulled up, as if in slow motion, Leng Feng held his breath and looked at a person coming out of the room next to him. It was no one else, but the old Japanese devil, Kenji Doihara!!

I’m so fucking! Leng Feng must pass by this Japanese before he can get to his private room.

Step by step, step by step. As if no one else was around, the sweat in the palm of his hand was about to drip. When Leng Feng came to Kenji Doihara, he looked at him coldly: "Give it a minute"

Doihira retreated a little, Leng Feng went over, opened the box, and walked in. His high-ranking appearance was indeed in line with the way a police chief treated a commoner.

Doihara turned slightly, the two agents behind him nodded suddenly, and walked to the private room on the other side of Leng Feng.

"Environed" Leng Feng curled up the map tightly in his hand, looking at the red dots around him, and his heart was filled with joy. Damn, after this time, what are you afraid of?!
Chapter completed!