Out of the Jokhang Temple, Masaki and Song Yu continued to browse on Hachiro Street, when suddenly, a commotion came from behind them.

"They're out officer, that's them!" The two turned around in surprise, and Masaki's eyes froze, but it was the hawker who was blasted out just now, who was pointing at his side with an arrogant face at the moment, and shouted loudly to the three policemen beside him.

The three policemen walked quickly towards Zhengji, they had been waiting outside for a long time, and the reason why they were waiting outside the door was because they didn't dare to go in the Jokhang Temple to get people, in Tibetan areas, sometimes religion is even above the law, not to mention, the Jokhang Temple in Tibetan areas is a holy place in the hearts of Tibetans, and it is easy to cause religious conflicts if they act rashly, and such consequences are not something that a few of their little policemen can bear.

Zhengji and Song Yu only looked at this scene, and they had a rough idea in their hearts, but they didn't expect that the peddler's religious strategy failed, so he remembered the law, and Zhengji's eyes couldn't help flashing a trace of contempt, this is cheap!

At the beginning, why didn't I think about calling the police, this kind of person is really disgusting.

"Officer, it's they beat us like this, ask the police to call the shots for us", the hawker held up the severed arm that had been preliminarily dealt with somewhere, pointed to the political discipline and said viciously, the triangular eyes flashed with vicious light, it was because of these two people that they were expelled from the Jokhang Temple, and they couldn't do business on Balang Street in the future, which can be described as a heavy loss, since they don't call the shots for themselves, then they can only rely on the police who they looked down on the most before to find justice for themselves, and they must not let themselves lose so much!

Three policemen walked up, frowning and looking at a man and a woman in front of him and the tiger and tiger Tibetan mastiff behind him, this man is a little familiar, the woman is very beautiful, and the Tibetan mastiff behind him is even more rare, they work in Tibet all the year round, they naturally know the value of the Tibetan mastiff, just from this writing, the temperament of the two people is not ordinary people at a glance, and it is no wonder that the hawkers have suffered a big loss.

"We have received a report that you are suspected of intentional injury, please come with us," said the middle-aged policeman at the head, speaking pure Mandarin with an accent of Han Chinese who had come from the mainland to work in Tibet.

"It was they who blackmailed us first, and they also used knives to hurt people, we are in legitimate defense", Song Yu frowned and spoke.

Several policemen listened, their eyes flashed with a trace of sympathy, to be honest, this case, they don't want to deal with it, this hawker they are not strangers, they can be regarded as frequent customers who have been complained, they used to always blackmail outsiders, although some people called the police, but in the end, because of religious and ethnic issues, every time it was a hasty matter, and they couldn't investigate it deeply, but this time they didn't expect that they would finally suffer a big loss with good and evil rewards.

Two of the three police officers are Han people from the mainland, although they are happy to do such a thing, but as long as the other party calls the police, then they have to deal with it, although they are biased towards the side of political discipline, but the law is the law, the emphasis is on evidence, and the broken arm of the hawker is real.

"For the specific situation, please follow us to the police station to explain in detail," the policeman said with a helpless shrug, looking at the two of them sympathetically, they had even imagined the outcome of the matter, which was nothing more than hindering the religious and ethnic policy, and making the couple suffer.

"But we are also victims, why should we go with you", Song Yu said unwillingly.

"Please cooperate with us in enforcing the law, otherwise we will take coercive measures, and according to the law, we have the right to detain you for 24 hours for investigation," said another younger policeman, who was more anxious and went directly to torture the two.

"It's me who did it, it has nothing to do with her, I will cooperate with your investigation", Masaki stood up at this moment, said expressionlessly, and looked at the vendor coldly.

The peddler shuddered, and subconsciously hid behind the police, but he had a deep understanding of political discipline and violence.

"No, I can't let you go alone", Song Yu was anxious, took Zhengji's hand and said.

"It's okay, you go back to the hotel with the white lion first, this matter is not difficult to handle", Zhengji comforted and patted Song Yu's arm and said seriously.

Song Yu looked at Zhengji's eyes, hesitated and thought for a while: "Then I'll contact the lawyer and relationship, you wait for me", she is not a calm person, if she also goes with Zhengji, then it is really called every day is not working, and the earth is not good, she can still use her own energy to settle outside.

"Well, I'll wait for you", Masaki doesn't object, he doesn't worry about his freedom, there are many ways to get out, and even as long as he makes a phone call, even if he kills the vendor in front of him, I'm afraid that they will all be intact, Zen Temple is not a good stubble, and the murder license may refer to an organization like Zen Temple in this world.

The peddler didn't know that he had walked around the ghost gate, and when he saw that Zhengji did not resist, he was already secretly thinking about how to get today's field back.

"Name?"

"Political discipline"

"Age?"

"Eighteen years old"

Inside the police station, Masaki and the vendor stood at the table, and a policeman recorded the confessions of the two, holding Masaki's ID card in his hand, with a look of surprise on his face.

"Are you that singer Masaki?" A female policeman who spoke Mandarin on the side heard Masaki's answer, looked up at Masaki's face, and gradually overlapped with a person, and a look of disbelief suddenly flashed in her eyes.

"Well, it's me," Masaki replied nonchalantly.

"It's really you!" When the policewoman heard Masaki's answer, she suppressed her excitement and stood up suddenly, with a hint of admiration and admiration flashing in her eyes, this is Masaki! She only graduated from the police academy this year and was assigned to Tibet, when she was in school, her favorite star was Zhengji, and she always hoped to see Zhengji, but she didn't expect to see the people she admired dramatically at such a time and place.

And several other policemen in the big office heard her reminder, and obviously reacted, and they all looked at Zhengji with expressions on their faces as if they had seen something rare, no wonder this man was so familiar, it turned out to be really that star!

Zhengji's fame can now be said to have spread almost all over the country, not to mention anything else, the Spring Festival Gala alone is enough for two-thirds of the Chinese people to know him, plus the news that emerges from his weekdays, even in remote Tibet, there are not a few who know him.

Many police officers stopped what they were doing and looked at Masaki curiously, a big star like Masaki is rare to appear in the police station, and it is always from TV and newspapers to see him, and it is a rare opportunity to observe him up close like today.

"Ahem," the slightly older middle-aged captain policeman on the side coughed slightly, signaling the policewoman to pay attention to her image.

The policewoman obviously realized this, her face flushed slightly, and she sat back in her seat with a slight twist, and her big eyes kept lingering on Masaki, as if she wanted to imprint Masaki in her mind.

"Come, you two tell me what happened," the middle-aged policeman asked with a straight face, looking at the two of them.

"I'll say it first", the so-called thief has a weak heart, and the hawker is naturally eager to be the first to come.

Zhengji despised the other party, and he was not in a hurry, waiting quietly.

The hawker's exposition is undoubtedly adding fuel to the fire, and it is still the same as before, putting all the fault on the political discipline, and from time to time he uses sensitive words from Han and Tibet to put pressure on the police, intentionally or unintentionally, which shows the sinister nature of his heart.

When it comes to political discipline, it is as plain as water and truth-seeking to tell the story.

The policemen here are not stupid, not to mention that this hawker is also a frequent visitor to the report, as soon as they listen to the confessions of the two, they know that the real eighty percent is from Zhengji's side, and the female policeman next to him has a trace of sympathy for Zhengji.

"Well, I already have a general understanding of what happened, you don't want to hide and deceive, if I find out that someone's words are untrue after investigation, then you will bear the consequences, next, you will see if it is private or public?" The captain looked at the two of them and pondered for a moment and said, to be honest, he is not easy to deal with on both sides, on the one hand, it is about the national race, once it is not handled well, it is easy to intensify the conflict, and on the other hand, he is also a public figure, tens of millions of fans, he thought for a long time that it was better to turn a big thing into a small matter, and it was better for the two to reach an agreement.

"It's okay to be private, I don't want to trouble you officer, it's simple, as long as he compensates us for our disability and mental losses, I'll let him go", the peddler heard it, and he fell into his arms, and a greedy look flashed in his eyes, he knew Chinese, and knew that Zhengji was a star, so since he was a star, he must not be short of money, if he could make a lot of money, it would not be a vain injury today.

"How much do you want?" The Captain asked.

"There are eight of us, seven of us have broken wrists, my arm is also crushed and fractured, and it will be difficult to solve the problem of self-care in the future, not to mention that he smashed my stall, and my goods alone are worth millions of dollars, by the way, there are also my family's ancestral antiques!" The peddler counted with his hands that were fine.

He didn't see the disdainful gazes of the others, this obvious lion opened his mouth, and none of them knew that the goods on the stall were all fakes, let alone hundreds of thousands, it would be good to have a few thousand dollars.

"Eight people, one million per person is considered the living expenses in the future, and the goods in the stall are counted as two million, so he must give us 10 million!" A hint of greed flashed in the peddler's eyes, and he looked at Masaki and said, as if the man in front of him was already a vault with an open door, waiting for him to move.

"Shhh As soon as the number exploded, the policemen in the police office who pricked up their ears and paid attention to the situation here, invariably gasped, "blackmail, naked blackmail", this is the first thought in their minds.

Ten million! What kind of number is this, you know, their monthly salary is now only more than 1,000 yuan, which they can't earn in a lifetime, and this peddler, just because he broke an arm, asked Zhengji to pay him 10 million, although I heard the media say that Zhengji is a rich man and has assets far more than 10 million, but will he do such a loss-making business? They subconsciously looked at Masaki, wanting to see his expression.

"Za Na is wrong, you don't want to get an inch, let you negotiate, not let you blackmail!" The captain's face was uncontrollable, and his eyes glared at the table and scolded the thief-headed peddler.

"I'm negotiating! More than 10 million? He's a big star, how can he lack so much money, besides, if this matter gets out, the big star beats people, tsk, it's not very good", the hawker's eyes flashed treacherously, and he actually threatened political discipline with guns and sticks in front of the police.

"Ten million? Not much, really not much," at this moment, Zhengji suddenly spoke, to their surprise, as the person concerned, Zhengji's face did not show a trace of anger, but looked at the vendor in front of him mockingly and said.

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