Zhang Jiao pretended to be crazy and had no memory, but Feng Runzhu could not imagine it. She could only ask for help and looked at Liang Xiaozhou, a good sister who had been smarter than herself since childhood.

Unexpectedly, Liang Xiaozhou said helplessly: "Azhu, since this Mr. Zhang has Xiangyuan's permanent residence, you police can't sue him for smuggling.

He can only sue him for "entering in improperly", the most serious thing is to get a fine.

What's more, Mr. Zhang is from the Great Zhou and Lu area. The reason for the smuggling is helpless and easy to attract sympathy.

It is also mixed with the current hottest "Total Way" that subverts the background of Lu Yang Kingdom. If the report comes out, it must be a hot topic in the news.

Very tricky.

If you water police really want to file a lawsuit, the Department of Justice may not accept it.

Even if he accepted it, the court may be subject to humanitarian considerations and acquitted him.

So I suggest not waste public judicial resources.”

"Then let it go." Feng Runzhu said dissatisfied.

"He was adept at He Guoren's cargo ship," Liang Xiaozhou said: "Hide in the utility room and cross the ocean.

He Guoren can sue him for the crime of infringing on the means of transportation, but do you think that snakehead would cause trouble for himself?"

Feng Runzhu frowned when she heard this, and said, "I originally wanted him to be a tainted witness and sued Snake Head.

But he might be sued by Snake Head, which is really angering."

"This is how it is handled. Sometimes it depends on luck." Liang Xiaozhou said with a smile: "I've had a trip in vain.

OK, you report to Madam Li.

If she decides not to sue Mr. Zhang, she will release him immediately.

I'll get off work first and have a date tonight."

"Oh, it's so good, who did you make an appointment?" Feng Runzhu's eyes lit up, she immediately forgot the serious things, and asked in gossip mode: "It's not a new boyfriend, right?"

Could it be the Seven I met at the Jazz Bar last time?

Didn’t you say he was too fat and unmanly?”

"So it's not him." Liang Xiaozhou shook his head with a smile, turned around and left.

"Who is that? When did you meet a new man again?" Feng Runzhu followed her and continued to gossip.

The two women left the emergency hall with whispers, leaving Liang Dongliang to continue to guard Zhang Jiao with big eyes.

More than 10 minutes later, Liang Dongliang received a call from Feng Runzhu, telling him that the Grand Kipu Water Police Department finally decided not to prosecute Zhang Jiao, that he could lift the mission.

Liang Dongliang begged Feng Runzhu on the other end of the phone after hearing this, and said, "I understand Sister Zhu.

By the way, my motorcycle broke down and I want to take your ride home. You must wait for me in the parking lot."

Hearing Feng Runzhu agree, he looked at Zhang Jiao on the hospital bed, "Mr. Zhang, you are lucky. This time our water police decided not to sue you.

I hope you learn it as a warning and don't want it next time.

Now you can go home directly or watch for a free night at our police station’s emergency center…”

"Police officer, I have lost my memory," Zhang Jiao interrupted with a bitter face: "I don't even know where I am the master.

Can you kindly help me and send me home?"

Liang Dongliang was stunned for a moment, sighed and said, "Okay, I'll give you a private ride.

But are you sure your body is fine?"

"OK, OK." Zhang Jiao nodded like pounding garlic, and hurriedly got out of bed and walked out of the emergency hall with Liang Dongliang.

The two arrived at the parking lot of the Grand Kipu Water Police Station, and after all, they took Feng Runzhu's easy ride and drove to the city of Bandung, the capital of Xiangyuan.

The island country is narrow. Bandung is one of the few metropolises with a permanent population of over 10 million. It has a very large population density.

However, due to institutional reasons, the government has excessively protected its private rights, so that many old buildings with long history and unclear property rights cannot be demolished and rebuilt.

So here is the coexistence of skyscrapers and small town halls, and the incense-heavy Yin Temple and the modern leisure center are together.

The whole city gives people a strange feeling of discord but harmonious.

Zhang Jiao sat in the back seat of Feng Runzhu's car, looking at the changing scenery outside the car window, and sighed: "The culture here in Xiangyuan is really diverse.

Not only are the architectural styles and sizes mixed together, but even the signs are printed with many letters from the Western Continent.

Weird, weird."

"What's weird? Haven't you lived in Xiangyuan for many years? You haven't gotten used to it yet." Feng Runzhu tentatively drove.

"Sir Feng, do you say I have lost my memory?" Zhang Jiao sighed and replied.

"It's so great to have amnesia." Feng Runzhu said angrily when she saw that she didn't mess up, "You live in Shanti Apartment on Dazha Avenue, Sabah District.

It will be here in a while, prepare to get off the bus.”

Liang Dongliang, who was sitting in the co-pilot, said enviously: "Dazabay is the essence of Bandung's emerging area, and housing prices have increased several times in recent years.

The newspaper said that a foot can be sold for nearly 50,000 yuan.

Mr. Zhang, if you can live there, your family must be very rich."

"What's the use of being rich? Now the entire Luyang Kingdom has been subverted.

I am the Xiangyuan who has lost everything to her bankruptcy." Zhang Jiao sighed.

"You are happy when you go to money, and you are lucky enough to be able to move out of Lu Yang." Feng Runzhu, who was originally slutty, seemed to be compassionate when she heard Zhang Jiao's self-pitying words and comforted her.

I parked the car on the side of the road, "Get out, this is Dazha Avenue.

If you ask the neighbors, you should be able to find Shanti's apartment.

Remember, the apartment you live in is on the 19th floor of Block A.

And tomorrow, don’t forget to go to the police station in Sabah District to make up for an ID card, otherwise it will be easy to be caught.”

"I see.

Thank you for helping the two officers.” Zhang Jiao thanked him gratefully, pushed the door and got out of the car.

It was 6 or 7 o'clock in the evening, and the city's nightlife had not yet begun, but there were already crowds of people on Dazha Avenue.

Zhang Jiao was mixed up in the crowd and asked the merchants doing local business a few times, and soon found Building A of Shanti Apartment.

Before entering the front hall, a middle-aged security guard guarding in front of the gate greeted warmly: "Mr. Zhang, you are back."

"Do you know me?" Zhang Jiao asked pretending to be confused.

"Mr. Zhang, when did you become so humorous?" The middle-aged security guard was stunned for a moment and said with a smile: "You have lived here for several years.

We meet almost every day, so why don’t we know each other?”

"I'm sorry, I lost my memory..." Zhang Jiao sighed and said again the story of his woven escape from the cult and being unfortunately injured, "Now I can't even get in. Can you help me open the door?"

"Of course, we can reissue the door card in our security room.

You just need to sign a letter and press your fingerprint." The middle-aged security guard said sympathetically.

He enthusiastically led Zhang Jiao into the guard room and reissue him the door card.
Chapter completed!