The man in black, who knew Lin Chuang, turned around and ran inside.
Just as Lin Chuang was lighting up a cigarette, Wu Sibao came over with a big gold chain hanging around his neck and swinging his arms.
Moreover, there was no sadness or anger on his face.
His arrogant but impersonal look made Lin Chuang very unhappy.
It is truly a rotten tree that cannot wither.
If his hooligan habits don't change and his reputation as a gangster doesn't diminish, he will never be able to become a great person, so he is willing to be Li Shiqun's thug.
"Xiao Ming, what are you here for? Are you here to see...your sweetheart?"
Wu Sibao glanced at Yi Lianhua, and finally lowered his voice for the last sentence.
"Didn't your senior brother inform you? Didn't my sister call you either?" Lin Chuang asked angrily.
"No. What's the matter?" Wu Sibao asked.
Seeing that the look in his eyes didn't seem to be fake, Lin Chuang felt sad for him.
People didn't take you seriously.
"There is something fishy about Pan Shou killing your master. Your senior brother and I have reached an agreement that I will investigate this case. I came here to ask Pan Shou's servants something." Lin Chuang didn't have the patience to explain to him, so he simply
Explain your intention clearly.
"What's weird? Xiao Ming, what's weird? There are witnesses and physical evidence, and there's only one piece of evidence, but you still want to turn the tables? Xiao Ming, Jing Xin is your sweetheart, but don't forget, it's my master, your sister's fault, who died.
Dad." Wu Sibao said loudly, staring at the cow's eyes.
Damn it, can you please lower your voice?
Lin Chuang looked around and saw that members of the Qing Gang were slowly surrounding him.
"Brother Bao, I won't talk nonsense to you. Do you want me to come in or not?" Lin Chuang became anxious.
Wu Sibao rolled his eyes and saw that Lin Chuang looked bad, so he hurriedly said: "Of course you can enter. Why can't you enter if others can't? I know you are here just for Jing Xin."
Just when Lin Chuang was about to refute, Wu Sibao raised his right hand and said: "Don't defend. Just because of this, I can't make it difficult for you."
After saying that, he turned around and shouted: "Get out of the way and let my brother go in!"
His words were very effective. The crowd divided on both sides to make way for them.
Lin Chuang walked in with Yi Lianhua and his head held high.
Arriving at Pan Mansion, Lin Chuang found that the yard was full of people, and many people on the wall were pointing guns at the outside.
It seems that if Wu Sibao orders a strong attack, the Pan Mansion will be a river of blood.
Jing Xin heard the news and hurriedly came out to welcome him.
Behind her were Wu Xin, Pan Gui and another middle-aged man.
Seeing her haggard face and blisters on her lips, Lin Chuang quickly comforted her: "Don't worry, it's time to eat and drink. The sky is not falling. It won't help if you ruin your body."
"Yeah." Jing Xin nodded and led him into the main hall.
There is a curtain hanging on the east side, and the woman's sobs can be faintly heard.
Jing Xin frowned and shouted inside: "Chunmei!"
"Coming."
In response, a handsome girl came out.
Lin Chuang took a look and saw that the girl had long braids, an excellent figure, protruding front and back, and watery skin on her face.
At first glance, there is no lack of moisture from the rain and dew.
Lin Chuang thought to himself that Pan Shou should be nicknamed Dragon King of the East China Sea.
Life is endless, and the rain is endless.
"Tell my mother, Director Lin is here and stop crying," Jing Xin ordered.
"Yes, miss." Chunmei agreed and turned around to go in.
The sound of sobbing in the room suddenly disappeared.
Jing Xin asked Lin Chuang to sit on the main seat, and asked Yi Lianhua to sit under him, while he sat on the guest seat to accompany him.
Wuxin made tea himself and gave each of the three a cup.
"Sir, why are you here...?" Jing Xin asked.
"There is something fishy about your father's murder. I have already made an agreement with Li Shiqun to give me three days to investigate the matter. I have already met your father just now and has not been sentenced to death. In addition, I have a few more questions to ask.
Butler." Lin Chuang replied.
"Thank you, sir." Jing Xin thanked him and introduced the strange man: "Sir, this is the chief executive, Luo Lin, Uncle Luo."
Luo Lin took a step forward, crossed his fists, and said nothing.
Obviously, after such a big thing happened, he, the housekeeper, had a heavy burden on his shoulders.
Lin Chuang nodded: "Steward Luo, let me ask Steward Pan first, and I will have a few more questions for you later."
"Yes." Luo Lin responded and took a step back.
When Pan Gui heard this, he quickly stepped forward and said, "Sir, if you have anything to do, just ask me."
"Steward Pan, when you went to Qiufang Garden, did you bring a briefcase?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Yes. Every time I go out, I will carry a bag to prepare for emergencies." Pan Gui said.
"What's in your bag?" Lin Chuang asked.
Pan Gui said: "I have money, cigarettes, matches, and the stomach medicine I often take."
"How much money did you bring?" Lin Chuang stared into his eyes and asked the key question.
A flash of panic flashed in Pan Gui's eyes, and he replied: "There are... ten thousand French coins."
Lin Chuang suddenly changed his color, slapped the table and asked, "Where's the money?"
Lin Chuang suddenly became furious, and Pan Gui's face turned pale. He replied intermittently: "Give... give it to someone."
"To whom?" "To... Mr. Li, no, to Mr. Huang."
"To whom exactly?"
"Huang...Huang Ye."
"Why didn't you tell me earlier?"
"Forgot..."
Lin Chuang didn't give him any time to think, and asked questions in a barrage, but Pan Gui's answers couldn't keep up with his rhythm.
"I was a little scared when I saw that Chief Lin was so powerful." Pan Gui wiped his sweat and explained further.
Lin Chuang said nothing and stared at him. Pan Gui's face turned pale and he was sweating profusely.
"Okay, since you said you gave it to Huang Yihu, I will ask him for confirmation. However, I have to trouble you to go to the police station with me." Lin Chuang said.
"No, no, no, Chief Lin, what I told is the truth, and I did tell it to Mr. Huang. Such a big thing happened at home, how could I leave?" Pan Gui said loudly.
Lin Chuang smiled slightly and said: "Don't be nervous. Not only you, but everyone present will be invited to the police station. As long as you tell the truth, I guarantee that you will be unscathed."
Pan Gui looked at Jing Xin and said, "Miss, please ask Director Lin for a favor. Don't take me to the police station. I won't be able to peel off my skin when I go in?"
Jing Xin was startled by Lin Chuang's actions of slapping the table and the way he asked questions. She thought, does he doubt Uncle Pan? Impossible. Uncle Pan has always been loyal. It's possible for anyone, but it's impossible for him.
However, the only person she relies on now is Lin Chuang, so she naturally refuses to disobey him.
"Uncle Pan, you don't have to be afraid. Sir is not an outsider and he won't make things difficult for you," Jing Xin said.
"Yes, Butler Pan, the police station's torture tools are not set up for you, so you don't have to be afraid," Lin Chuang said.
At this moment, Chunmei came out of the house.
Jing Xin looked at her: "Chunmei, is my mother uncomfortable?"
"Miss, my wife's handkerchief is soaked. I'll go get a new one." Chunmei replied.
Jing Xin nodded.
Chunmei walked out of the room.
"Lianhua, go tell Brother Bao and ask him to take a few people to take Butler Pan to the police station and hand him over to Wang Mu." Lin Chuang ordered.