Chapter 94: Return to the Sheath
After Guan Yuming led the police officers back to the city, he did not relax, but stayed on all night. In the early morning of the next day, he confirmed that there was no problem for the time being, and then he let people go back in batches to rest.
The higher-ups in the police department all knew that the resistance organization was indeed involved in this incident, and that the resistance organization could not have helped Fang Dawei and his gang for nothing, nor could they have done nothing.
There is no movement now. It may be that Guan Yuming brought his men back too quickly, so there was no time to launch the attack. The bomb is still buried there, and no one knows when it will explode.
As the captain of the sealed zone, Nian Fuli stayed at his post all night. Around noon the next day, he was called over by the director and questioned before being allowed to leave.
When he came out of the bureau, countless people greeted him on the road. He knew that this was because of his nephew, but he was also proud of it. He rang the car bell extra loudly on the way back.
"Old age, old age has returned."
"Captain Nian is back! You've worked hard!"
"You're back now, old age? You must be exhausted. My wife was on duty late yesterday and was complaining to me."
"Big Head, you're not a kid anymore, don't get too tired."
When Nian Fuli passed the alley, it was almost time for dinner. After hearing the bell, people kept sticking their heads out and greeting him warmly.
Everyone in this family quarters knows that his young and energetic nephew came back yesterday in the special car of the Police Department. Inspector Bei personally sent him to the door. It is said that he helped the bureau catch Fang Dawei and his gang, which brought great honor to the entire Police Department!
Nian Fuli responded one by one, walking down a small alley for a long time before emerging. He was still singing opera as he entered the courtyard of his home. When he entered the living room, Yu Wan came up to take his bag, patted him, and said, "Hurry, change your clothes. You smell of dust and smoke."
Nian Fuli said, "I've taken photos of them outside." He handed her a newspaper and said, "Take a look." Yu Wan asked, "What is this?"
Nian Fuli said, "There's a short biography on it."
Yu Wan quickly snatched it up, opened it, and read: "A young man of great courage and benevolence, assisting the police in capturing a vicious bandit..." She criticized it bluntly: "This title is too unfashionable. It doesn't reflect the good qualities of my daughter Chan'er at all." She turned it over and over again, "There's no name on it..."
"Don't you understand? That's to protect him!" Nian Fuli went to the side and poured a sip of water. "The Police Bureau and Wuda University remember what Xiaochuan did. Just wait and see. He will definitely benefit from coming down."
Yu Wan was still a little disgusted. She went over and snatched Nian Fuli's cup, then took the thermos and poured water. "Why are you drinking cold water? Drink hot water! I prepared it for you, but you didn't even bother to take it! All of them, big and small, are so worrying! And what about the newspaper? It's as good as nothing."
"It's already in the newspaper, what are you still dissatisfied with?" Nian Fuli muttered to himself, "I haven't even been in the newspaper once."
Yu Wan said so, but then she ran back, picked up the newspaper, and read it carefully several times.
Nian Fuli was there, yawning, while changing his clothes and shoes.
Yu Wan pushed the newspaper down and said, "By the way, from yesterday afternoon until now, I've been busy answering the phone. They're all from your police station, asking about Chan'er's letter, and asking how old my Chan'er is and whether he's married. Chan'er is only sixteen. Even if he's married, he should make the decision himself. Didn't my second sister disobey our parents back then?"
Nian Fuli said, "Little Chan has her own ideas. There's no need for us to worry about her."
Yu Wan looked at the floor, stood up, and mopped the floor with a mop. "I saw others come back early. Didn't Captain Sun from next door come back early? Why are you so late?"
"Late?" Nian Fuli chuckled and said, "Why late? Today, the old company commander called me over and said he remembered my hard work over the years. He asked me some questions before letting me go."
Yu Wan had been married to him for so many years that she knew something was up. She stopped mopping the floor, looked up, and said, "Old Man, why do I feel like you're saying something else?"
Nian Fuli waved his hand and said, "Don't think too much. Nothing is decided yet. I'm going to take a nap first. Call me when lunch is ready." As he said that, he walked slowly towards the bedroom with his hands behind his back.
Yu Wan curled her lips and said, "Show off." At this time, her movements of mopping the floor became a little faster, and she hummed the tune she often hummed when she was a girl.
Inside Chen Chuan's dormitory at Wuyi College, Feng Xiaoqi was walking around with a newspaper. He read the article, then looked up at Chen Chuan, his face filled with wonder and envy as he said, "Student Chen, you're amazing!"
Luo Kaiyuan also nodded and said, "Student Chen, you did a great job." However, his focus was different from Feng Xiaoqi's. It was not on how powerful Chen Chuan was, but on the newspaper report that some villagers thanked Chen Chuan for avenging their relatives.
Chen Chuan said: "If you were there, you would do the same."
Luo Kaiyuan agreed very much.
Feng Xiaoqi shook his head like a rattle, "I can't do it, I can't do it, mainly because I'm not as good as you guys."
Chen Chuanshuo said, "Student Feng, don't underestimate yourself."
There are no weaklings who can become Wuyi's top-class students. They are either born with talent or have outstanding gifts. He has observed both of his classmates and found that they are both very good.
Feng Xiaoqi felt a little embarrassed, but after thinking for a moment, he said excitedly, "Student Chen, will the school give you a reward this time?"
Chen Chuanshuo said, "Perhaps. It's a pity that Senior Liu didn't get any of these. Even the newspaper only mentioned him briefly, which is a bit unfair to him."
Luo Kaiyuan said seriously: “If you do more in the future, then his death will not be in vain.”
Chen Chuan looked at him and nodded.
After returning to school, it was actually like entering a closed harbor. Although he could see the news outside, once the dormitory door was closed, the noise outside had no effect on him at all.
He quickly got back into his daily training routine.
It wasn't until the evening that Cheng Zitong came over. After entering, he sat on the sofa, looked at him, and said, "Well, nothing happened. Everything is fine."
Chen Chuan said: "I made the teacher worried."
Cheng Zitong waved his hand and said, "Although this is a bit risky, the teacher knows that you have your bearings."
Chen Chuanshuo said: "The only pity is Senior Liu."
Cheng Zitong said, "I know Liu Xin. He has a strong sense of justice and loves to take on responsibilities. He's very similar to another student I know, and I often look up to him as a role model. Well, maybe that's why. The college will be concerned about his funeral. He was a brave man in his lifetime, and he deserves the honors he deserves after his death."
He picked up his briefcase and pulled out a list. "Teacher, I have something else to tell you today. In a few days, you will go to the review committee with me to get a weapons permit."
Chen Chuan was very surprised. He said in astonishment, "Didn't the designated mission be withdrawn? How can he still have a weapons permit?"
Cheng Zitong said, "It's said that someone at the Government Affairs Office said it was too ridiculous to cancel such a major assignment, so they added it back. It must be some important figure or some force behind it. Think about it, you should have an idea."
Chen Chuan thought about how Guan Yuming asked a special car to take him back yesterday, and he already had the answer in his mind.
"Teacher, I have another thing to remind you." Cheng Zitong's expression became more serious. "Molan Company is a behemoth. It cannot be shaken by ordinary people or forces. When you are still weak, you must be cautious and don't rashly challenge anything.
Of course, if you are bullied, don't back down. The world is still big. As long as you have determination, ability, and faith, there will always be a chance to get back at it in the future."
Chen Chuan nodded and said seriously, "Yes, thank you for the advice, teacher."
Cheng Zitong's expression relaxed a little. "Teacher knows. As a student, you know everything. There's no need for me to tell you too much. In the future, just think carefully before you do anything."
Chen Chuan agreed, thought for a moment, and then asked another question, "By the way, teacher, it's been a while since the last mission of the Doll in the Well. I wonder when I can do the next one? I'm also very interested in these."
Cheng Zitong laughed and said, "When you go out in the future, who can say that you are not my student?"
Few people would inquire about commissions like urban legends. He was the only one in the college who was interested in studying them, and only student Chen Chuan was very interested in them.
He thought about it and said, "Well, no rush. These missions have an impact on people. Let's wait until you get your weapons permit. That way it will be easier to delegate. Also, because of the resistance organization these past few days, many places have been under martial law, so things are not going well. Let's wait until this storm has passed."
Chen Chuan thought about it and realized that he had indeed been a little tense before, and these two days were a good time for him to calm down.
Cheng Zitong had something to do, so he didn't stay long. He reminded him to go to the committee with him three days later in the morning, then picked up his briefcase and left.
After Chen Chuan sent him away, he returned to the living room, took out the Xuejun Knife, and sat there slowly wiping it with the knife oil that Old Lady Ni had given her.
After yesterday's battle, this knife was soaked in blood and continued to bear his strength during the battle. Now when holding it in my hand, I can feel that it has become more harmonious and the weight seems to have become lighter.
Especially after a fierce fight, there are always some tiny damages on the blade, but after a night, when you look at it again today, they seem to have disappeared.
This is indeed a knife that can repair itself, and you can feel that the more you use it, the more it suits your needs and the sharper it becomes.
The second method of maintaining the sword did indeed make progress faster. But he always remembered that it was the man who made the sword, not the sword that made him. He did not need to pursue killing specifically to maintain the sword. Every strike of the sword must be in accordance with his heart and his beliefs.
At this moment, he looked up and saw that his "second self" was leaning against the wall.
Yesterday's fight also made the second me give him a great response. Even he himself did not expect that this time the overlap time would increase by more than half an hour, not only surpassing all previous progress, but also exceeding the original accumulated overlap time.
Likewise, the overlapping time was close to an hour!
This is a huge improvement.
But that’s not enough.
It’s far from enough.
Chen Chuan looked out the floor-to-ceiling window and seemed to see something very far away.
It can be predicted that as he moves forward, what he will face in the future will not just be the fighting masters on the training road, or some fierce gangsters, but may be opponents far beyond current imagination.
But it is precisely such opponents and such goals that make him feel that the direction he is moving in is more meaningful.
Thinking of this, he raised the well-maintained Xuejun Sword and slashed lightly forward. The long and narrow blade made a buzzing sound, and a bright light suddenly appeared in the room, as if the air in front was torn apart for a moment.
After a pause, he turned his wrist, put his elbow on his chest, and held the sword across his shoulder. He then pushed the blade into the sheath beside him. With a click, the cold light disappeared, and everything returned to calm, quietly waiting for the next time the sword was unsheathed.
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(End of this chapter)
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