The world is big, and it's the biggest to go home for dinner.

An Qisheng hung up the phone, booked tomorrow's ticket on his mobile phone, and lay on the bed with his clothes together.

He put his hands on his cheeks, closed his eyes, and fell asleep.

As he grew physically stronger and more energetic, he spent more time dreaming longer.

The only thing that hasn't changed is the dream itself, and the stay time is still twenty-four hours, which seems to have such a limit.

But even so, being able to spend twenty-four hours more than others is already very satisfying to him.

After all, he in the dream doesn't need to eat, drink, and Lazar, let alone sleep and rest.

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

His ascetic cultivation in reality is considered a martial idiot in the eyes of others, but it is nothing compared to the sleepless practice in his dreams.

There was no word all night, and at three o'clock in the morning of the second day, An Qisheng woke up on time.

After a few hours of boxing in a nearby square, I arrived at the station before dawn and boarded the train home.

"Huh?"

As soon as he got on the train, An Qisheng's brows furrowed slightly.

His original senses were very strong, and after entering the transformation strength, after two months of mountain and forest travel, his senses became even stronger.

As soon as I sensed it, I noticed that something was wrong.

"This journey seems to be a bit interesting."

The corners of Anqisheng's mouth hooked, paced to find his seat, and put down his luggage.

In just a few steps, the appearance of more than 100 people in the entire carriage has already counted.

As soon as his heart moved, he was already fixed on a middle-aged man who closed his eyes and rested.

The middle-aged man wore a peaked cap, his face was sallow, the corners of his mouth still had a beard, and his breathing was steady, as if he was asleep.

"The breath is calm, his eyebrows are sinister, his eyes are half-open and half-closed, he is always on high alert, he can shoot at any time, look at his dress, it seems to be disguised, fugitive? Or a killer?

There are some ways to touch the train.......

Those men and women who seem to be chatting and resting also have kung fu on their bodies, and they are faintly surrounded in this carriage, they should be plainclothes law enforcers? ”

Anqisheng's eyes moved slightly:

"This person's disguise skills are very good, there is a high probability that he is a wanted criminal, this time he is lucky, maybe he will have points in his account again......"

It has been a short time since he joined the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum, but except for Wang Zhixuan's few tasks, he has not encountered any mission objectives at all.

This time, when he encounters a suspicious one, he will naturally not let it go.

After all, he has always been a good law-abiding citizen, and it is incumbent on him to help law enforcers arrest fugitives.

With a move in his heart, many wanted notices on the Law Enforcement Warrior Forum had flashed in his heart one by one.

He has a good memory, and he has read many wanted notices more than once, and after checking them one by one, he still found something.

After all, although the middle-aged man's camouflage skills are good, they are not as good as those 'good-looking anchors' in the short video, which are comparable to the makeup skills of changing heads.

[Shan Yi, secretly cultivated, once privately made firearms, robbed tombs and dug graves, suspected of smuggling antiques and gangsters, and committed 23 murders with his brother Shan Zhuang, extremely vicious, once the clues are found, the points are twenty, and the points are 260 (regardless of life and death) .......]

"It turned out to be a single villager......."

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

He naturally remembered the name Shan Zhuang, not only remembered, but also wrote this person's name in his notebook.

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

That was the first time he had been shot.

He thought to himself that he was not a person who would repay him, but how could he forget such an experience?

"The road is narrow, ......."

An Qisheng sneered in his heart.

After Shan Zhuang and his senior brother were killed by Wang Zhixuan, some of his accomplices wandered around, although most of them were arrested, and a small number of them fled.

He had also inquired about this matter before, but the law enforcers had no clue, so he naturally had no idea where to start.

After all, Daxuan is a vast area and the terrain is the most complicated, so if you really find a small mountain and forest to hide, it will be very difficult to find it.

But since it happened, it couldn't be better.

"It's a little cold, the air conditioning in this carriage is broken?"

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

He glanced around slightly, especially the people who had just gotten into the car, and looked at them one by one.

An Qisheng glanced at him unintentionally, calm and normal.

"Sixteen people got off this carriage, thirteen people got on, seven women and six men, there was no threat, the little child in the white tracksuit seemed to have a shallow kung fu ......"

"The skin is soft and fair, the hands and feet are soft, the eyes are blank, and the temples are not protruding........"

Shan Yi always felt that something was wrong in his heart, so he glanced at An Qisheng more and confirmed that he was not threatening, before retracting his gaze.

"Heh......"

An Qisheng smiled faintly.

Kung fu beginners, the sharp, the higher the fists and feet, the more powerful the aura, even through some makeup and disguise, it is easy to be seen.

This is 'put'.

And once you enter the strength, the strength is like an arm driven, restrained, and hidden in the body.

This is 'receiving'.

Before turning into strength, An Qisheng couldn't hide his kung fu, and he didn't think about hiding it, but once he entered the strength, with his control of strength, it was not a real fight.

Masters of the same level can't tell how high or low he is.

"Team Zhou, there are still six stations left from Jingcheng, when are we going to arrest him?"

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

Sitting beside him was a middle-aged man about forty or fifty years old, his eyes half-closed, and he replied softly:

"It's not time yet, wait for him to get out of the car, you can't force the dog to jump over the wall and hurt the masses."

Zhou Guolin was a little tired.

Shan Yi is extremely ruthless and skilled, and if he really wants to arrest him on the train, it is difficult to ensure that he will not jump off the wall in a hurry.

"Yes."

The young man whispered back.

"Inform the brothers, don't go near that carriage, Shan Yi has been wandering for many days, people are very alert, Xiao Zhao and they are likely to be discovered by him if they don't enter that carriage one step earlier than him."

"Got it, Team Zhou."

The young man nodded, acknowledging.

On the train, the speed passed very fast, and it didn't seem to be long, and it was already four stops.

In the carriage where An Qisheng was, Shan Yi was very vigilant, every time the train arrived at the station and the people got up and down, he would take advantage of the people coming and going, and sit on some seats where there was no one.

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

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

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

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

"Coincidentally, isn't this ......?"