Li Banfeng patted his head. He had boarded this train to track Zhou Changhong, aiming to find out who the big shot behind Ling Miaoying was, and what their intentions were.
KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK!
A knocking sound arose, and the voice of a conductor came from outside the door, "Sir, please open the door."
Li Banfeng paused for a moment and kept silent.
WHOOSH, CLANG!
The conductor directly opened the door, "Sir, your attire has affected my work. I hope you can change your clothes."
Li Banfeng nodded slightly, and the conductor closed the door.
Li Banfeng entered the Portable Residence, took off his clothes, and put on a black suit.
Hong Ying’s body shook, and she spoke in a low voice, "Did he just take his clothes off again?"
HISS~
The Phonograph sang slowly, "Yes, he did. He’s my man. I watch him every day. Your coveting is in vain."
Hong Ying snorted coldly, "With the way you are today, what’s the use of having a man? Easy on the eyes, but not satisfying!"
"Who says it’s not satisfying?" the Phonograph retorted angrily. "Darling, time to apply some oil and show her!"
Hong Ying retorted, "Apply some oil? So what? Would that even count as proper business?"
"How can it not be proper? My darling has many tricks up his sleeve!"
The two argued fiercely, likely to start fighting again soon. Li Banfeng rubbed his head, feeling a splitting headache.
The more Li Banfeng listened, the more irritable and angry he became, not wanting to stay in the Portable Residence a moment longer.
Seeing Li Banfeng hurriedly leaving, the Judge’s Pen rolled over and went back to sleep.
Back in the carriage, Li Banfeng continued to fret over Zhou Changhong’s matter.
Torn between decisions, Li Banfeng started mumbling to himself.
Zhou Changhong, in the next compartment, heard the mumbling. He chuckled and shook his head.
After several hours of indecision, Li Banfeng made up his mind.
Having made up his mind, Li Banfeng glanced at his pocket watch. It was already two in the morning.
The train would arrive at seven in the morning. With time to spare, it was best to rest well, especially since he would be dealing with an expert like Zhou Changhong.
Li Banfeng lay in his bunk, fearful of oversleeping.
His pocket watch had no alarm. Although Meng De was in the Portable Residence and could tell him the time, he didn’t want to listen to his wife and Hong Ying quarrel.
Mulling it over, Li Banfeng felt his headache intensify.
Li Banfeng looked towards the wall of the compartment, his heart tightening.
Li Banfeng sat up from the bunk, opened the Portable Residence, and hid the key under the bunk.
His wife was still tormenting Hong Ying. Li Banfeng, restraining the irritation in his heart, found the Judge’s Pen.
He held the Judge’s Pen, drew a circle at his feet, and said one word, "Fly."
The Judge’s Pen snorted, "Where to?"
"To the second room."
The Judge’s Pen was very angry.
After a standoff of nearly half an hour, it was indeed Li Banfeng who insisted on flying, so the Judge’s Pen carried Li Banfeng to the second room.
Once inside the second room, the Judge’s Pen was just about to sleep when Li Banfeng said, "Here’s your payment."
The Judge’s Pen snorted and said, "No rush."
"I’m in a hurry."
"What’s the rush?"
Li Banfeng said, "Just in a hurry. If you don’t take back your payment, I’ll make you carry me and fly again, once in every room."
"You..."
"I..."
The Judge’s Pen couldn’t be bothered to reason with him.
The Judge’s Pen accepted the payment, and Li Banfeng suddenly felt an overwhelming sense of fatigue.
He lay on the bed, feeling his eyelids extraordinarily heavy.
Li Banfeng couldn’t be bothered to think about the things he couldn’t figure out.
...
At six-thirty in the morning, with half an hour until the train arrived at the station, Zhou Changhong began to pack his luggage.
He deliberately made some noise to let Li Banfeng in the next compartment hear.
There seemed to be no response from next door.
Zhou Changhong pressed his ear against the wall to listen.
After a moment, he switched ears.
After waiting for over twenty minutes, Zhou Changhong frowned and knocked on the wall a few times, yet there was no response from next door.
The train wasn’t late today. It had already started slowing down, preparing to arrive at the station.
In his anxiety, Zhou Changhong resorted to using a Technique.
He placed his hand on the wall of his compartment, sending a mild vibration to the next compartment.
BANG!
The compartment door was flung open.
The conductor entered with a stern face, "For some reason, you and that passenger next door have been quite restless."
Zhou Changhong smiled and said, "I was just reminding him that the train is almost at the station; we are getting off at the same stop. I was just..."
The train stopped, and the conductor opened the door.
"Sir, it’s time for you to get off."
Zhou Changhong gave a bitter smile and got off the train.
He waited on the platform for a long time. Even after the train moved again, he saw no sign of Li Banfeng.
PS: Good thing Ban Feng didn’t get off at Wuqin Village.