"I am Senior Superintendent of the Security Department Wen Qiren!"

"Sir Wen."

"Please come in."

Zhang Guobin replied loudly.

The wooden door of the quiet room was gently pushed open through a gap.

Wen Qiren stood at the door, raised his ID, and said to the middle-aged man at the tea table: "Mr. Shen, according to the court's wanted order, please come with me."

The ten police officers had been divided into two groups, leaning against the door with guns in both hands, staring inside with eager eyes.

Wen Qiren said: "I think you don't want to disturb the purity of Buddhism, let alone get Mr. Zhang into trouble."

Shen Xin looked at Wen Qiren's face and showed a surprised smile. Then he stood up in relief, walked to the door of the quiet room, stretched out his hands: "Superintendent Wen, I'll go with you."

"Snapped!"

A pair of handcuffs were attached.

A generation of heroes has come to an end.

"winter!"

The moment Shen Xin walked out of the gate of the Zen temple and bent down to get in the car, a bell sounded at the foot of the Tiantan Buddha. The bell was melodious and grand, as if he was sending someone off and thinking about his old friend.

This big clock strikes every 7 minutes, 108 times a day, which means to relieve the "one hundred and eight worries" in life.
Chapter completed!