Please ask the dream

In the blink of an eye, Feng Xue has traveled to this world for fifteen years. After he showed great talents in music, art, drama and even cooking, he entered the military academy.

This sounds a bit nonsensical, but Feng Xue was actually not surprised by this decision at the beginning. After all, if a jinchūriki doesn't go to a military academy, why should he go to an art school?

He didn't know if there was such a concept as jinchūriki in this world, but he knew that this world had phantom dreams, and since he, the Yellow King jinchūriki, was being monitored every day, he would naturally understand that he had to recognize his own position.

But probably because his mood and personality have been very stable in the past ten years, the number of people monitoring him seems to be slowly decreasing. Although he is still stared at from time to time, at least he is not sleeping like before. I can feel seventeen or eight eyes.

After a long holiday, Feng Xue returned home and sat at the dinner table. She couldn't help but sigh in her heart when she looked at her adoptive father, whose face had not changed much but his age was becoming more and more obvious.

After more than ten years of development, Feng Xue can now use the power of the King in Yellow to understand many problems, such as the situation of his adoptive father - which is obviously a kind of pollution similar to the power of the Yellow King.

"Could it be that my adoptive father is a Jinchuuriki of some evil god like me? But his seal is not as reliable as my golden finger, so when he gets older, the seal starts to leak? But if this is the case, it is understandable that I will be adopted. ”

Feng Xue thought this in her heart, but she felt a little helpless. Feng Xue still had some feelings for this adoptive father. At least for more than ten years, he had truly raised him as his own son.

But Feng Xue has no solution to his problem. In his current perception, his adoptive father is still an unshakable mountain, and the haze that can cling to this mountain is obviously not something he can handle.

Therefore, he could only practice silently and try his best to develop his golden fingers enough to save people before his adoptive father completely degenerated into a "dark wanderer (note ①)".

"Speaking of which, your grades are very good. Three families have come to me to ask for people! The conditions are good, but I haven't responded yet. Do you have any plans?"

Seemingly noticing Feng Xue's emotional change, the man stopped his chopsticks and interrupted his thinking by throwing out the topic.

Feng Xue was slightly stunned when she heard this, and then said without understanding:

"Three families? Which three families?"

"Do you know which three are the military academies? The two on the east and west will directly give you the authority to form special tactics units, and the military police, where you can start as a lieutenant. In addition, the current situation is not very good, so you want to go to Lanzhou. It's okay to go to Gu En, but there's no way to go there." The adoptive father's tone was very casual, but Feng Xue frowned:

"I'm only fifteen, isn't it too early?"

"The school has nothing to teach you, are you still too early? Are you planning to teach the teachers in school instead?" There was a hint of teasing in the adoptive father's tone. Feng Xue immediately scratched his head, secretly criticizing the exaggerated connections of his adoptive father. , but he said:

"Just the gendarmerie."

Although he would rather go to the legendary unfettered Langun, the current international situation is not very good. Even if he goes to Langun, he will have to come back to fight in a few days, and the establishment will be even more difficult.

Secondly, there was the issue of his own identity. He did not believe that he, a Jinchuuriki who had not escaped surveillance for more than ten years, could be sent abroad in such a big way. Even if the old man had a great reputation, he could really help him work as an overseas agent in Langun. , there is also a lot of surveillance waiting for him. In that case, it is better to stay in the country.

When the old man heard Feng Xue's answer, he was slightly stunned and said in surprise:

"Gendarme? I thought you would want to practice your skills on the actual battlefield! Isn't it a complaint of your age group that you have dragon slaying skills but no dragon slaying?"

"Old man, stop joking. Look where there is no battlefield now! When it comes to friction, it is basically on the economic level. Those small-scale trials are basically cannon fodder. The intensity of the battle is not as intense as the school military training! Let me go That’s where qualifications go. It’s better to go directly to the gendarmerie and get the rank of lieutenant, and then work on it. Whether it’s to fight gangs or fight against special forces, you’ll have more opportunities than standing guard.”

Hearing what Feng Xue said, the old man was stunned for a moment and then laughed——

"You are still smart! It seems that all these years of study have been in vain! Okay, Security Bureau, right? Stop running the operation, I will arrange it for you directly. Speaking of which, there are indeed more agents than soldiers recently, but these people are A real danger, so be careful!"

"Don't worry! I'm not stupid! After all, we are still in Qingyun. If you can't beat me, why can't you sway people?" Feng Xue's tone was very confident, but her knowledge of this old man's connections was once again refreshed in her heart——

"Good guy, I was still thinking about how to get through the early stage, but you just gave me a recommendation, right? If I had known, I would have just said to go to the inspection team!"

…

After leaving Suqin City, where he had lived for more than ten years, Feng Xue walked on the unfamiliar streets with a very subtle expression. He was sure that he had never been to this city called Wangjiang City, but at this moment, he There's a sense of familiarity that's hard to ignore.

"Deja vu? Or is it the memory of King Huang? But isn't my Jinchūriki a golden finger? Or is King Huang really native to this world? My golden finger is the seal that holds King Huang?" Feng Xue muttered to himself, and for a moment he even suspected that there would be another plot like "the biological parents of this body sealed King Huang with their lives, and left a missing body in the body".

Although Feng Xue had countless complaints in his heart, considering that the worldview of the K-series can live long-term without thinking too much, he stopped thinking and went to the unit to report with his bag.

The Security Bureau itself is a relatively complex department. It has to undergo a major blood transfusion every few years, but it is still inevitable that some members from "all walks of life" will be mixed in.

Therefore, in this department, no one knows each other at the same level. Even if they occasionally form a team, they will immediately split up and go to other cities to work after the team is over.

Although such a structure can ensure safety and corrosion resistance to the greatest extent, it is also easy to breed a lot of parasites who eat empty salaries.

But that was not what Feng Xue had to consider. What he cared about now was the gazes that would be cast on him from time to time.

Feng Xue could understand the setting that "someone would monitor Jinchūriki even when he was on a mission", and even this kind of monitoring could be a lifesaver when necessary, but understanding it did not mean that he could accept it. Feng Xue was almost annoyed by the three-shift gaze around the clock!

Are you kidding? With this kind of dense monitoring, he was not even afraid of making his browser search history public, okay?