Chapter 3 Chapter Two

Such things as subway station lockers usually appear in foreign spy movies or mystery novels, but they are still new things in China, and not many people know about them.Even in this metropolis, which is one of the best in the country, not every station provides this service, only a few major stations—to be precise, the most frequented by foreigners—set up the service. Hundreds of storage boxes are used as proof of this ancient city's efforts to connect with the world. Regardless of what the municipal authorities think, at least for Yan Zheng and Monk Peter, this situation is very good-they don't need to go to every station, and it is enough to focus on a few major stations.

They got lucky and tried the right key at D-318 at the second station. With a "click", the lock was opened, revealing the dark and narrow space inside the storage box. Monk Peter glanced at Yan Zheng beside them. Behind them was a bustling crowd, everyone was in a hurry, and no one noticed the actions of these two people in front of the locker. There is only one notebook in the storage box. The cover is light yellow and has about two hundred pages. It is the kind of notebook that can be bought anywhere in the market.Monk Peter carefully closed his eyes and sensed it. Except for a faint human breath, there were no strong fluctuations on it. It should not be a treasure, but really just an ordinary notebook that has been used by others. That's all.

"I thought it would be like in the movie, hiding treasures such as the heart of the ocean or the engine of the spaceship!" Yan Zheng was a little disappointed, he reached in and took out the notebook, "Luo Zhongxia is about to finish class too Alright, let's go back as soon as possible..." Before he finished speaking, a gust of wind suddenly rang from his ears, and with a "swish", the notebook in his hand disappeared immediately. There was a sudden change, and before Yan Zheng could react, Monk Peter had clasped his palms together, creating a faint aura that spread rapidly around them with them as the center.The next moment Yan Zhengcai shouted, "Peter! Note!"

Monk Peter had a stern expression: "Don't worry, my aura can sense the aura of the notebook. The person who snatched this notebook must be within the range of the aura." "How far can your aura sense?" Yan Zheng looked around nervously. "A circle with a radius of forty meters." "It's a huge range... Can you confirm the position?" "There can only be very vague instructions. You know, I don't have a pen spirit. It is already the limit to do this with the mental power of ordinary people." Yan Zheng whistled joyfully.Beside him and Monk Peter, at least a few hundred people were marching in different directions, and more people joined in.In such an occasion, it would be a drop in the bucket to rely on Monk Peter's induction to find him.Monk Peter closed his eyes and concentrated, then raised his eyes suddenly, and pointed to the ticket gate of the station.Yan Zheng gasped, isn't this intentionally looking for trouble?That's where the most people are.

"The note is moving very slowly, moving towards the platform...he must be trying to get into the platform amidst the crowd!" "It's better to get in than to get out." Yan Zheng pulled up Monk Peter's robe, and the two rushed towards the ticket gate.The subway station is a relatively closed space. Except for the stairs on both sides, there are only two tracks leading to the outside world. Most people are concentrated in the waiting area of ​​the platform. It is far more beneficial to wander aimlessly. Both of them were carrying traffic cards, so they saved the time of buying tickets and passed through the ticket gate as quickly as possible.During this period, Monk Peter sensed that the note had also passed through the gate, and stopped not far ahead.Now they're on the same platform as the mysterious snatcher.

It was almost time to get off work, and most of the people waiting on the platform were tired-looking office workers, and occasionally there were a few tourists among them.People gathered densely on the edge of the platform, lined up along the yellow line on the ground, either talking loudly on their mobile phones or reading newspapers.Most people stared blankly at the dark subway entrance on the right.The LCD numbers on the electronic clocks above their heads beat coldly.The next subway wasn't due until five minutes later, so they managed to buy some time. "The note hasn't moved, so it must be among the people in front of us." Monk Peter whispered to Yan Zheng, "And I don't think he may be aware that we are coming."

"Oh?" Yan Zheng raised his eyebrows and scanned every suspicious figure on the platform. "It can take the notes from your hand in an instant, and we didn't notice anything. The other party is either a super speed type, or can fetch objects from the air." Monk Peter analyzed, "But he didn't leave immediately after getting the things , instead of getting into a closed place like the subway, isn’t it abnormal?” "Well, it makes sense. If it were me, I would run away as soon as possible, as far away as possible." "From my point of view, he should have no fear of his ability. He felt that even if we were robbed, he would have no way of noticing what was going on. That's why he came to take the subway leisurely--it's a pity that he didn't expect me to Sensation to the breath of the notebook."

"Hmph, if I catch who did it, I'll show him the strongest knuckle skills of the gangsters in Dongcheng District!" Yan Zheng muttered aggressively, while looking up at the time on the LCD screen. "It can only be those guys who are so interested in Fang Bin's notes." Monk Peter adjusted his gold-rimmed glasses. The "those guys" in his mouth naturally referred to the mysterious organization that killed Fang Bin and caused countless troubles in front of Lvtian nunnery. "The problem now is how to identify him before the subway arrives. My senses are too vague to locate him accurately. It will be troublesome if we let him board the subway."

They didn't know exactly what was in Fang Bin's notes, but since the other party tried to snatch it, there must be something in the notes that the enemy was trying to know or try to hide. Monk Peter lowered his voice and said, "By the way, is your thrush pencil ready to use now?" Yan Zheng stretched out ten fingers and shook them: "The bullet is full." His thrush pen comes from Zhang Chang of the Han Dynasty, which can restore the state of a specific object to a certain point in time before, and one finger represents an opportunity. Monk Peter said: "That's good. There is a weak mutual induction between the pen spirits. If you approach him and lightly show the thrush pencil, I should be able to feel the fluctuation of the other party's pen spirit."

"Sounds like a very erotic metaphor..." Yan Zheng glanced at the passengers, including office girls and schoolgirls. Monk Peter had to "cough": "Use your finger, I heard clearly, it is a finger." ...Yan Zheng squeezed into the crowd with frivolous steps, shoulder to shoulder, his pen fluttering, his elegant fingers dexterously stretched in the air, his hands up and down, sensing all the way along the bumpy figures of the rows of young girls beside him, The glowing red fingers deftly guide their feelings and fluctuations, and the groans of the pen spirit come and go...

"What do you mean?" Yan Zheng stopped imagining, half anticipating and half admiringly asking back. "...Please feel a little nervous." Monk Peter really wanted to kick the tram wolf off the platform. Under the stern stare of Monk Peter, Yan Zheng had no choice but to put away his strange thoughts, let the thrush condense on his fingertips, put his hands in his pockets, and pretended to be nonchalant as he slid around in the crowd.Monk Peter concentrated on stabilizing the induced aura, and concentrated on experiencing every possible fluctuation. Just when their search was only halfway through, a low rumbling sound came from far and near, and the subway pulled into the station. What's more, two opposite trains enter the station at the same time, which is really the worst situation. The crowds on both sides began to stir up, pushing towards the two yellow lines one after another, fearing that they would not be able to squeeze through.When the subway came to a complete stop and the doors were opened, the people inside the train were desperately pushing outwards, and the people outside the train were desperately pushing inwards. There was a lot of noise, and the platform was in chaos. All of a sudden, the little bit of breath that Monk Peter finally sensed was completely covered, as if the sonar soldiers of a submarine encountered an underwater earthquake, and the excessively loud sound drowned out the originally vague sound. The two looked at each other, and Yan Zheng had already realized the critical situation without Monk Peter's explanation.In desperation, he didn't care about being discovered, so he yelled at Monk Peter: "Brother, listen carefully!" He bent one knee, gathered five fingers of his right hand, and punched the ground with red light. I saw a piece of red light spreading from the floor, spreading to almost a third of the platform.This is the result of Yan Zheng's painstaking practice. The power of the five fingers can be concentrated in one place, and the range of action can be wider. It is not necessary to use fingers to directly touch as before. Everyone was busy squeezing into the car, without noticing anything unusual.However, the resonance caused by the release of the pen spirit of this intensity is obvious enough to Monk Peter.As if a rushing wave suddenly hit a rock, at the moment when Yan Zheng's red light spread, Monk Peter suddenly sensed an obvious fluctuation on the right side. "right!" The two ran away without saying a word, and finally squeezed into the subway car on the right before the door closed.The subway, full of complaining and resigned passengers, began to drive slowly out of the platform. "How? Are we betting right?" Yan Zheng gasped and grabbed the handle.It is not an easy job to release the energy storage of five fingers at a time.At this time, the subway had already started to shuttle through the tunnel, and the commotion crowd gradually calmed down. Monk Peter took the time to concentrate for a while, and said: "Yes, I can feel that he is in the car, and he may be in the same car as us." Yan Zheng looked around, there were at least forty people in this carriage.He has no instant memory ability and cannot tell which passengers have just boarded the bus.Monk Peter also had no choice, his aura sensing accuracy was already at its limit, and it was already quite difficult to maintain the positioning of the pen spirit amidst the noise of the subway. "Should we ask them one by one?" Yan Zheng said. "That would only scare the snake away. Our biggest advantage now is that the other party has not noticed that we will follow us, so he has no ability to activate the pen spirit. Once he finds out about our existence, no matter whether he chooses to confront us or run away, it will be against us." unfavorable." "It's a pity that you don't have a pen spirit, and my pen spirit is not combat-type, otherwise..." Monk Peter sighed: "Teacher Zeng once said that the pen spirit bestowed on the pen official is just a kind of talent. As for how to use this talent, it is to test the talent of the pen official. There are no low-level pen spirits in this world. , only low-level pen officials.” "That's a good sentence, but it's a pity that it doesn't help the current situation." Yan Zheng put his hands on the handles, lowered his head and fell into deep thought.Now the subway is caught in an embarrassing dilemma: they can neither let it go or let it go; they can't know the exact location of each other, but they dare not disturb them. In this stalemate, they passed by the subway for more than ten minutes.In the past ten minutes, the subway has passed six stations, and there are many people on and off, but the hidden enemy has never left the carriage.Monk Peter tried his best to manipulate the delicate aura flow, and outlined the vague shape of the notebook, not daring to relax for a moment. Before the other party summoned the pen spirit, the breath left in the notebook was the only clue they could trace to the enemy. Although some members of the Wei family and the Zhuge family do not have the spirit of the pen, they have been immersed in the spirit of the pen for a long time, so that their bodies have achieved some alienation and breakthrough.After conscious training, these alienations and breakthroughs will form some unique abilities, such as Monk Peter's defensive technique, Zeng Guifen's breaking sound of a big drum, and Ranran's ability to listen to and distinguish things.These abilities are activated by tapping the potential of the human body, but due to the lack of pen spirit, the ultimate achievement is limited.For example, Zeng Guifen has practiced the drum breaking sound for decades, at most, she can control a half-baked guy like Luo Zhongxia, and it is difficult to get along with other pen officials. Monk Peter is an outlier.He is probably very talented. Although he does not have a pen spirit, the natural power to control the pen spirit in his body has unlimited potential.Zeng Guifen once said that if Monk Peter had a pen spirit, he would undoubtedly be a first-class master.It's a pity that he swore that he would not live with the spirit of the pen for the rest of his life, but only practice the art of defense.Even so, the effect of his undivided cultivation is not much better than that of ordinary pen officials, which shows his strong potential. This kind of aura induction is one of Monk Peter's cultivation abilities.In order to maintain the continuation of the entire induction field, he must concentrate on it, if there is a slight distraction, the entire aura will collapse immediately.When the subway slowly entered the seventh platform, Monk Peter, who had been listening attentively, had a cold look in his eyes, and felt a slight ripple in his calm aura. At this time, the doors of the subway car had been opened, and some people got up and left the car.Peter watched them nervously, his aura imprecise.Every time the subway stops at a station, he has to wait for everyone who should get off the train to get off, and those who should get on the train have finished boarding, and everyone's position is relatively stable before he can decide where to leave the notes.At that time, it was almost time for the subway to close its doors, so he had to make a quick judgment whether to chase down the train or wait in the compartment. As long as there is one mistake, they will never catch up with the enemy again. This kind of short-term and high-intensity task really requires patience and clear judgment—of course, a little bit of character is also required, and this monk Peter is quite different from his companions. This is a very small feeder station, and there are very few passengers either on the platform or getting off.This is easier for Monk Peter to judge. Relatively, the time spent on the subway will be particularly short.At the moment when the subway was about to close, Monk Peter opened his eyes and said sharply, "Get off!" It was too late, but soon, Monk Peter and Yan Zheng jumped up together and passed through the gap between the two subway doors that were closing. The subway doors wiped the heels of the two and closed, making Yan Zheng break out in a cold sweat , It took three or four seconds to calm down, and finally understood how hard it is for the protagonists of those spy novels. He wiped his cold sweat and looked around.The platform was not big, and it was quite quiet. Looking around, there were only three people, all of whom got off the bus with them just now.One is a foreigner carrying a huge red and white travel bag and holding a map in his hand; The three people all turned their backs to them, did not talk to each other, and walked towards the exit with their heads buried in their heads, unaware that they were closely watched by the two people behind them. "The note should be on one of the three of them!" Monk Peter was quite sure.There are only three targets in front of him, and the environment of the subway station is not so noisy, and his sensing accuracy has increased a bit. "Choose one of the three?" Yan Zheng licked his lips. Among the three passengers in front of them, one was the enemy who snatched the notes, but they only had one chance. Once the choice is wrong, the real enemy will be disturbed, and then the trouble will be big. Monk Peter frowned tightly, thinking hard about the way to distinguish.Yan Zheng raised his eyes, accidentally glanced at the LCD clock screen on the platform, and a smile suddenly appeared on his lips. "Peter, let's go!" Monk Peter was taken aback: "Do you know who it is?" "I don't know yet, but that guy will jump out immediately." Yan Zheng said inscrutablely.Monk Peter was skeptical, so he had to follow him and walk towards the exit. The three passengers walked to the gate machine at the exit, and each took out their transportation cards to swipe them.There are three gates, and three passengers leave the station at the same time. Yan Zheng stared closely at their hands swiping their cards, his fists ready to strike. Suddenly, the gate machine issued a sharp warning sound. The foreigner with the travel bag was stopped by two gates, and a huge sign of "swipe card error" appeared on the screen. Yan Zheng moved.He rushed forward viciously, hitting the yellow-haired foreign devil with both fists. The foreign devil heard the wind in the back of his head, and before he could look back, he was hit by a violent fist on the neck, fell to the ground, and immediately passed out.There was a sudden chaos in the station, and the other two passengers and nearby station staff were petrified. Attack foreign friends! ?This is an unimaginable crime. At this moment, Yan Zheng was like a real hooligan, completely ignoring the exclamation of the people around him, turned the fainted passenger over on the spot, and picked it up and down in his arms unceremoniously.Monk Peter stood where he was, staring nervously at the other two.If Yan Zheng's judgment is wrong, then the hidden enemy may strike at any time. Fortunately, this did not happen. Yan Zheng quickly took out a notebook from the foreigner's arms, proudly raised it up and shook it at Monk Peter. Monk Peter breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly recited a mantra. "Hey! You guys, don't leave! Whoever has a mobile phone, call the police!" The station staff shouted timidly. The station is too small to deal with the vicious gangsters.Yan Zheng originally wanted to wake up the foreigner and ask him what happened, but now that he saw the staff yelling so much, he knew that the police and security would come over in a while, and things would be troublesome, so he could only loosen his collar angrily. "Let's go, it's not suitable to stay here for long." Monk Peter whispered to him. Yan Zheng glanced at the foreign devil's short golden hair and snorted coldly, feeling extremely regretful.The two left the foreigner where they were, and ran towards the exit of the station swaggeringly, no one dared to stop them along the way.They came to the ground, took a car and left quickly.In order to prevent the notebook from being snatched again, Peter wrapped his own prayer beads around the notebook and put it in his arms. The taxi had been driving for about three or four kilometers, and Monk Peter finally couldn't help but asked, "How did you determine that the foreigner was the snatcher?" Yan Zheng lifted up his hair triumphantly: "The fortune teller said that I have the destiny to be a pen official, this is just a small test." "The Buddha said not to lie, speak quickly!" In fact, this matter is very simple to put it bluntly.The riding process of the subway system in this city is as follows: when passengers enter the gate, they swipe their card once, and the computer system will record the status of the passenger; Amount within. Yan Zheng's eyebrow pencil can restore the state of a specific object to a certain point in time before.At that time, on the platform, in order to judge which side of the subway the opponent went to, he once let the five-finger thrush explode once, and made a large-scale cast to help Peter judge the location of the notebook. A side effect is that everyone on the platform at that time was affected by the power of the thrush pencil, returning to twenty-five minutes ago. For ordinary humans, going back in time for twenty-five minutes will not produce any special phenomena, but for transportation cards, it is different... Twenty-five minutes ago, the mysterious opponent was still snatching the notebook from Yan Zheng's hand near the locker. He hadn't entered the subway yet, and of course he hadn't swiped his card.So, for him who had already entered the subway later, the traffic card in his hand actually returned to the state of not being swiped. When he tried to leave the station, the gate machine detected that the card had no record of entering the station, and started to call the police according to standard procedures.So the traffic card that has not been swiped has become his most eye-catching identity mark. "Look, it's that simple. You're right. There are only low-level pen officials, not low-level pen spirits." Yan Zheng was very proud of his strategy. "But...if those three people got on the bus at that stop, wouldn't they all be called the police when they swiped their cards?" Monk Peter asked. Yan Zheng was stunned for a moment, he hadn't thought about this, and then he stammered to explain: "This station is too remote, it can't be such a coincidence that the three of them are the same, right?" "What if he gets off at a big station or a transfer station?" Monk Peter continued to ask, "There may be hundreds of people getting off the car, and dozens of people may be affected by your thrush. What should we do? judge?" "...Hahahaha! Anyway, the things are already in hand, why bother to pursue the details!" Yan Zheng patted Monk Peter on the shoulder and laughed to hide his embarrassment.Monk Peter let out a long sigh. It seemed that he was really lucky. Such a strategy full of loopholes actually succeeded.Among all the affected passengers, only the opponent happened to get off at a remote station, and Yan Zhengmeng happened to be correct. "I think that foreigner would be even more depressed if he knew..." Monk Peter thought to himself, and suddenly a thought popped into his mind. Foreigners?When did foreigners have pen skills?