The world is vast, and the biggest meal when you go home.

An Qisheng hung up the phone, booked the ticket for tomorrow's train, and just lie on the bed with his clothes in his arms.

I supported my cheeks with my hands, closed my eyes, and fell into a dream.

As his physical strength became stronger and his spirit became stronger, his dream time was prolonged.

The only thing that has not changed is that I dream of myself, and the stay time is still twenty-four hours, and it seems that there is a limit.

But even so, he was very satisfied with having twenty-four hours more than others.

After all, he does not need to eat, drink, defecate, or sleep and rest in his dreams.

Twenty-four hours of full-power study is more than that of ordinary people in three or five days.

His ascetic practice in reality is considered a martial arts fanatic to others, but it is nothing compared to his practice that never sleeps and stops in his dreams.

There was nothing to say all night, and at around 3 a.m. the next day, An Qisheng woke up on time.

I arrived at the nearby square and fucked for several hours. Before dawn, I arrived at the station and got on the train home.

“Huh?”

As soon as he got on the train, An Qisheng's brow frowned slightly.

His original senses were very strong. After entering the Huajin period, his senses became even stronger after these two months of traveling to the mountains and forests.

Once you sense it, you realize something is wrong.

“This trip seems to be interesting.”

An Qisheng curled his mouth and walked to find his seat and put down his luggage.

In just a few short steps, the appearance of more than a hundred people in the entire carriage has been greatly appreciated.

A moment of movement in my heart was frozen on a middle-aged man who was resting with his eyes closed.

The middle-aged man was wearing a baseball cap, his face was yellow and his mouth was still bearded, breathing smoothly, as if he was asleep.

"The breath is calm, the eyebrows are filled with evil, the eyes are half open and half closed, and you are always highly vigilant, you can take action at any time. Seeing his outfit seems to have been disguised, fugitive? Or killer?

There are some ways to get on the train

Those men and women who seem to be chatting and resting also have the time to do it, and they vaguely surround them in this carriage. They should be plainclothes law enforcement officers?"

An Qisheng's eyes moved slightly:

"This man has a good disguise skills and is likely to be a wanted criminal. He has good luck this time, so he may have points to be credited."

He has been joining the Law Enforcement Warriors Forum for a long time, but except for Wang Zhixuan's tasks, he has never encountered any mission target.

This time he encountered a suspected person, so he naturally would not let him go.

After all, I have always been a law-abiding citizen, and it is unshirkable to help law enforcement officers arrest fugitives.

A moment of change in his heart, many wanted orders on the Law Enforcement Warriors Forum had already flashed in his heart.

He has a good memory and has read many wanted orders more than once. After checking them one by one, he still found it.

After all, although the middle-aged man's disguise skills are good, they are not as good-looking as those "beautiful anchors" in short videos that are comparable to those makeup techniques that change their heads.

[Shan Yi, secretly cultivated his skills, had privately built firearms, robbed tombs and digged graves, suspected of smuggling antiques and involved in gangs, and colluded with his brother Shanzhuang to commit 23 murder cases, which were extremely vicious. Once the clues were discovered, the one who took the initiative would have 20 points, and the points would be 260 points]

"It turns out to be a man from Danzhuang"

An Qisheng rubbed his face to cover the cold light at the corners of his eyes.

He naturally remembered the name Shanzhuang. Not only did he remember, but his notebook had the name of this person written on his name.

A year ago, when he taught Wang Anfeng the Bajiquan, several gunmen came to his villa to kill Wang Anfeng, and one of them almost shot him in the head.

That was his first shooting.

He thought he was not the one who would revenge the slightest, but how could he forget such an experience?

"Enemy road is narrow"

An Qisheng sneered in his heart.

After Shanzhuang and his senior brother, the two great boxers of Huajin, were shot dead by Wang Zhixuan, some of his accomplices wandered around the country. Although most of them were captured, a small number of them fled.

He had inquired about this before, but the law enforcement officers had no clue, so he naturally had no idea.

After all, Daxuan has a vast area and the terrain is the most complex. If you really find a small mountain forest to hide, it will be difficult to find it.

But since you encounter it, it's naturally the best.

"It's a little cold, is the air conditioner in this car broken?"

Shan Yi pressed the brim of the hat and said to himself.

He glanced around slightly, especially those who had just gotten on the bus, and even looked at each other one.

An Qi looked at him unintentionally, calm and normal.

"There were sixteen people in this carriage, and thirteen people were installed, seven women and six men, and there was no threat. The child wearing white sportswear seemed to have superficial skills."

"Skin is soft and fair, hands and feet are soft, eyes are unconscious, and there is no protrusion in the temple"

Shan Yi always felt something was wrong in his heart. He took a look at An Qisheng more and confirmed that he was not threatening, and then he withdrew his gaze.

"Oh"

An Qisheng smiled faintly.

Beginners of Kung Fu show their sharpness. The higher the fists and feet, the stronger the aura. Even if they are covered by some makeup and disguises, they are easily seen.

This is ‘release’.

Once you enter the transformation force, the control of the force is like an arm, which is restrained and hidden in the body.

This is ‘collection’.

Before transforming the spirit, An Qisheng could not hide his skills and did not think about hiding it. However, once he entered the spirit, he would not really fight with him based on his control of the energy.

No masters of the same level can tell how good he is.

"Captain Zhou, there are six stops left before Jingcheng. When will we arrest him?"

In the next carriage, a young man returned to his seat with instant noodles and whispered.

Sitting beside him was a middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. He half-closed his eyes and replied softly:

"It's not the time yet. Let's talk about it when he gets off the car. You can't force the dog to jump over the wall to hurt the masses."

Zhou Guolin was a little tired.

Shan Yi is a man with extremely ruthless and skillful person. If he really wants to arrest him on the train, it is difficult to ensure that he will not be anxious.

"yes."

The young man replied in a low voice.

"I inform brothers not to get close to that carriage. Shan Yi wandered for many days and was very alert. If Xiao Zhao and the others had not entered that carriage earlier than him, they would have been discovered by him."

"I understand Team Zhou."

The young man nodded to show that he knew.

The speed passed very quickly on the train, and it seemed that four stops had passed before not long.

In the carriage where An Qisheng was, Shan Yi was very vigilant. Every time the train arrived at the station and the people were up and down, he would take advantage of the crowds to sit in some uninhabited seats.

However, there were not many empty seats on the car, and when no one got off, he even stood for forty minutes.

The performance is no different from that of people who have not bought a seat.

After one stop and another, Shan Yi swept through the crowd and found an empty seat to sit down.

Beside him, An Qisheng looked sideways out of the window, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth:
Chapter completed!