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But Zhong Youdao couldn't speak English at his age, let alone the local language, so he complained and complained for a long time, but the king couldn't understand him at all.

The king stood up vigilantly, and the guards around him also surrounded him, and quickly escorted the king from the trial chair at the scene, and let him leave the scene quickly behind him.

Because he didn't know Zhong Youdao's purpose and was worried that he would hurt the king, he escorted the king away from the scene in an emergency.

Standing in the crowd, the tour guide sighed when he saw Zhong Youdao being pinned to the ground by the soldiers, alas, this prison will never escape.

How should I put it, is anyone able to move forward in front of the king?
Not seeing that the row in front of him was full of dignitaries, Zhong Youdao pushed the dignitaries away, and rushed in front of the king himself. People who didn't know really thought he wanted to assassinate the king.

This crime is not light in the local area!
Although Zhong Chenhui didn't pronounce the sentence on the spot, this man has already lived to the end.

If the king hadn't been scared away, maybe Zhong Chenhui would have been sent to the gallows by now.

An Ruyi and Andre sat in the car, and both of them felt a little emotional. An Ruyi asked Andre: "Do you think that Zhong Chenhui's father is a bit stupid? No one told him about this Cubas before he rushed forward. The country is different from other places. He doesn't understand the basic situation of this place, so why rush forward, besides, how could old Drucker let the person who killed his son go?"

Andre shook his head and said: "It should be a disease that went to the doctor indiscriminately. I thought that I could ask for help, maybe I could save my son's life. It was tantamount to breaking the boat, and I ended up getting myself involved."

An Ruyi asked again: "By the way, are we free now? So we don't have to be locked up in that hotel?"

Andre glanced at him and said, "Maybe we need to close the case. After all, the guards hadn't withdrawn when we came. I'll ask my grandpa to inquire about it later."

But when the two returned to the hotel, they found that the guards had withdrawn, and Old Qiao also came over to tell them that the matter had come to an end.

An Ruyi breathed a sigh of relief when she heard that, "Oh, I'm finally relieved. My parents asked me if it's safe here two days ago. Now I can finally tell them that I'm safe!"

As soon as this was said, Manager Mani came over. He looked at An Ruyi and said, "Miss An Ruyi, the murder case is over, and you have been released from temporary imprisonment. You are welcome to stay in the hotel."

After speaking, Manager Mani turned and left.

An Ruyi turned her head and asked Old Qiao, "What does he mean? He means that my temporary imprisonment has been lifted, and now I am a guest of their guest hotel again?"

On the other side, Zhong Youdao was thrown into prison. For the chaotic Cubas, Zhong Youdao and Zhong Chenhui were locked in the same prison. Zhong Youdao didn't even know whether the other party was on purpose or not.

The father and son were imprisoned in the same prison, and the two hugged each other and wept.

Zhong Chenhui said desperately: "I'm going to die! They must kill me. Dad, I don't want to die. Why do they bully people like this? Obviously I didn't kill them, why must they say that I killed everyone? Correct me, my servants also correct me in the same way, they didn’t see me killing people at all, but they all said this, just like what I saw, his son was already dead when I entered!”

Zhong Youdao burst into tears. She felt that it was because she couldn't save her son that he was so desperate. Why couldn't he save his son?If he could understand the language here, he would have more money, maybe his son would have been saved, but now he has nothing.

When the father and son were hugging each other and crying, there were footsteps outside the door. When they looked up, they saw old Drucker standing outside the prison with a look of hatred on his face, watching the two of them gnashing their teeth and saying: "What I have gone through The pain of bereavement, I want to let your father taste this, if you kill my son, you will definitely be punished!"

The people Zhong Youdao wanted to see before were outside the prison, and the old Drucker was standing outside the prison, looking at them coldly, with hatred in his eyes: "Murderer!"

As soon as Zhong Chenhui saw the old Drucker, he rushed to the railing door and said to the old Drucker: "Mr. Drucker, please listen to me. I didn't kill your son. If I kill your son, today's trial I fully accept it, but I didn't kill your son, so your trial was wrong! Can you accept that you hanged me while your real murderer of your son got away with it?"

"You killed my son, don't try to use any excuses to justify it!" Old Drucker didn't believe it at all, he said through gritted teeth, "You killed my son, and you said that on purpose in order to survive .”

"No, you're wrong. I didn't kill your son at all. Don't you think it's all too logical? All my testimonies during the killing process are like a perfect script." Zhong Chenhui said: "Drucker Sir is the benefactor who got me out of jail, what good does it do me to kill him? They say I killed Mr. Drucker, but the problem is I can't beat him at all, I just stay in shape on diet , my strength, my size, everything about me proves that I am not capable of killing Mr. Drucker!"

"Mr. Laudrucker, I believe that you should know your own son very well. Mr. Drucker likes to hunt. He has gone to sea. He has the physique of a sailor. I don't have the ability to kill Mr. Drucker. They said that I took the knife and that I killed Mr. Drucker. I believe that Mr. Drucker will never lie on the ground and let me kill him. Mr. Drucker is covered in blood , there are scars everywhere, and I am intact except for the blood, don't you think it is strange?!"

After these words were finished, the old Drucker looked up at Zhong Chenhui, as if he was carefully measuring Zhong Chenhui's height and shape, and was judging the authenticity of his words.

Zhong Chenhui knew that he had hope when he saw it. He held on to the railing tightly and said to the old Drucker: "Mr. Drucker, if you really want to avenge your son, if you really hope to find and catch the real I hope I can help you, I didn't kill your son, I swear! Even if you don't believe me, please try to find the real murderer, even if you can't find it in the end, you kill me It's not too late, isn't it? You want to find out the real cause of your son's death, but kill an innocent person and let the murderer go unpunished. Are you willing?"