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Zhang Feng saw all kinds of people. Their Buddha release is a miniature version of a micro society, or a problem group. Everyone seems to have their own unspeakable difficulties, and everyone also has their own reasons.

They do everything out of forced helplessness. Even pickpockets on the bus have their own statements.

"Sir, I'm really wronged. I never wanted to steal. It wasn't the people behind me who pushed me. I was pushed over. I found something in his pocket. I was caught before I could return it to him. Do you think I'm wronged?"

"Leader, you give me a reason. The boy owes me 5000 yuan. During the new year, he said he would pay it back next month. Later, he said that his family had no money to sweep the tomb on Tomb Sweeping Day. He gave the money to his family and delayed it to the summer. He said he was unemployed. This delay has been delayed until the end of the year. Who doesn't want to spend money? Today is delaying tomorrow, tomorrow is delaying, so he still owes and swears. Why do you catch me if you don't catch him Are you coming? "

"I said, comrades, are you arresting the wrong person? Obviously I didn't do it. Yes, I have a criminal record, but I've changed my evil ways and become a good person! I'm a good citizen now. I tell you, this is illegal detention, and I'll sue you at that time!"

"Man, borrow a fire. I'll say so. I beat this man. What? You ask me why? You say why? He whored my sister-in-law. I shouldn't beat him? A man is not responsible for playing with women. What's the use of keeping him for the new year?"

Zhang Feng looked at the outside. There were different opinions and each had its own reason. However, this society still needs to talk about the law. If there were no legal standards to punish these people, what would this society look like? Everyone only cares about their own interests. Wouldn't it be like a pot of porridge.

It was only strange to Zhang Feng that some of these people left after paying a fine after being trained, and some were detained, but none of them were sent to his cubicle, and those who needed to be detained were sent to the cubicle next door.

Zhang Feng could hear them chatting there when he sat inside. Fang fo didn't care about them at all. Zhang Feng was very sad at the moment. At least they could excuse themselves, but he didn't even have a chance to defend himself.

Looking outside, everyone is busy with their own affairs, and he can only sit here and wait for an unknown situation. This feeling makes him feel a little flustered. He doesn't like this feeling and can't grasp his future feeling, which makes Zhang Feng feel very uncomfortable.

Zhang Feng knew nothing about what was going to happen next. He looked at the people coming and going outside. I really hope someone can come and tell him what happened yesterday and when he can recover his memory.

Now he only needs to think about things in his head. His head hurts like someone stirring it in his brain with a pair of chopsticks, so that he doesn't dare to think about when he came out of home yesterday and where he is going to do what.

At present, I can only be trapped in this small black room. Looking at the vitality outside, I feel like a person who is about to end his life.

I don't know how long it has been. Zhang Feng has been in the dark. Although he hasn't really got a rest, coupled with the injury suffered during the interrogation yesterday, Zhang Feng's face looks unusually pale and seems to be seriously malnourished.

Seeing people coming and going outside, it seems that everyone has their own things to be busy. It seems that only he is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, waiting for the executioner who dominates his fate to come.

About an hour later, a slightly fat man came over. He knocked on the iron fence with something in his hand and asked, "are you Zhang Feng?"

Zhang Feng looked at him, sat forward and whispered, "I am."

"Get up." the man opened the iron door directly, and Zhang Feng stood up from the table. He opened the door and let Zhang Feng go out. At the moment, Zhang Feng moved very slowly. His shackles had been shackled on him all night. He often felt that the Buddha was as heavy as gold when he lifted his feet.

The man took a key from his body, found one of the small strings, grabbed a passer-by and said, "come here and open his shackles."

The man nodded and bowed and immediately came with the key to open the shackles for Zhang Feng. He only heard a "bang", and the shackles fell off. Zhang Feng seemed to feel free again. Did this man come to let him go?

But he never heard his instructions to let others untie his handcuffs, but saw him put the key away again.

He took a black cloth cover out of his pocket and put it directly on Zhang Feng's head before Zhang Feng had time to reflect. Zhang Feng didn't understand what this meant. He just wanted to struggle, but he was patted on him by the other party with something and said, "it's for your good. Don't move. Don't fall down."

Then he shouted a few words to the front and immediately came two people. He commanded the two people to plug Zhang Feng into the car outside. Zhang Feng was a little flustered. He didn't know what they were going to do to themselves.

He kept struggling and asked, "where are you taking me? What crime have I committed? I can't remember anything. I want to find a lawyer and I want to call."

However, the other party ignored his words. The two people directly put Zhang Feng on the left and right, and dragged Zhang Feng out, almost all the way to the car. They didn't leave the Buddha. Just now the fat man seemed to be telling what to tell.

It was not until Zhang Feng got up that he heard the sound of the car closing the door and talking. He couldn't see all this. Zhang Feng didn't know where he was going. He only knew that there should be two caregivers in the car with him.

Soon the car started. It was shaking all the way. Zhang Feng felt very uncomfortable when he was bumped. He felt a little carsick, but now it was dark in front of him. This feeling made him more uneasy.

At this time, the two guards in the car and the driver chatted with three people. They just talked about some trivial things and the ball game last night. They didn't feel interesting after a few words. They didn't hear anyone talking along the way.

After about an hour, the car finally stopped slowly. Only a sound of opening the door and talking was heard. Zhang Feng was soon dragged down. He couldn't see the road and had to move forward step by step with the two people.

It was the sound of opening the iron door again. Zhang Feng didn't know how long he had walked. He passed through one door after another and finally came to a place. They pressed Zhang Feng's shoulder and let him sit down. Zhang Feng sat down obediently.

Then I heard the voices of the two of them talking to each other. I only heard a middle-aged man say to them, "it's hard all the way. It looks like we're going to have lunch. Let's go after dinner here. There are all in the canteen."

The two people didn't seem to want to stay here more. They just heard them say politely: "no, no, there's still waiting for a reply. We have to hurry back early to deal with the documents. Please sign here."

They seemed to be going through some handover procedures. Soon the two men left. The middle-aged man outside the door looked at Zhang Feng, but Zhang Feng had been blindfolded. He didn't know what the situation was.

At this time, a younger voice appeared outside the door. He only heard him warmly greet the middle-aged man and say, "Chen Suo, what's the matter for you to come in person? Don't you just call me if there's anything? Let's go and have dinner."

The middle-aged man seemed to sigh, and then the footsteps drifted away. He didn't know where they had gone.

During this period, Zhang Feng has been covered by a cloth cover. He stays alone in the room. He doesn't dare to move. For fear of another beating, he can only wait in the room.

In the branch, the people who finally came back to reply saw that they whispered for a while, and then Chen Jun walked into the director's office with the documents handed back.

The director was busy at the computer desk. After Chen Jun knocked on the door and went in, he stood aside and dared not go out. When he was finished, the horse Bureau looked up at Chen Jun and asked, "everything has been handled? Are those two of your men all right?"

Chen Jun immediately piled up a smiling face and said to the director, "it's all handled. The people have been sent there and taken over there. Anyway, it's from our whole arms and legs. The two interns are no problem. They're not local."

When the horse Bureau heard Chen Jun's words, it didn't say anything on the spot, just um, and then looked through the information handed over by Chen Jun in front of it.

He kept beating his fingers on the table. Chen Jun stood in the distance waiting for the director to speak. The director seemed to think for a long time before asking, "are those two interns going to become regular soon? How long is it?"

Chen Jun quickly replied, "it's reasonable to turn next month, but if there's anything else, it's hard to say." then he looked up at the director carefully, and didn't know what the director meant.

Whether to let them go or stay, at least give them a happy word. Why don't you speak quietly.

"OK, I see. If there's nothing else, go out first." the director put out the cigarette in his hand and waved to Chen Jun. Chen Jun didn't know what he meant, but he had to retreat.

After he came out, he was relieved. What bad luck is this? The two boys didn't give a word. Let him see what to do? However, Chen Jun couldn't care to think about this. Anyway, the director didn't speak, so he stayed with them first.

If there is any problem, the above will certainly convey the instructions. Anyway, so many people are here, and nothing can happen to him. After thinking about it, Chen Jun walked briskly downstairs.

As soon as he went out of the horse racing Bureau, he made a phone call. The person on the other end of the phone seemed to have a higher status than him. He had a humble attitude all the way. He smiled. He could see his expression across the phone. He said dozens of good and yes, and then hung up.