"Who? Lin Chuang? Oops, it's incredible. What gust of wind brought you here? You were injured a while ago. Brother, I thought I would never see you again. I didn't expect you to be so lucky.
Not only is he not dead, he has also been promoted. Hey, brother, why are you calling me? Do you want to buy me a drink?" After Lin Chuang finished speaking, Tang Chuan's yelling voice came from the phone.
"Okay, Old Tang, don't tell me how close you are to me. Why didn't you visit me while I was in the hospital?" Lin Chuang asked.
"Who said I didn't come to see you? I did, but I wasn't allowed to see you. Those guys from the Secret Service didn't recognize any of my relatives, let alone my brother. Even Duan Chu wasn't allowed to see you." Tang Chuan yelled at Qu.
"Okay, don't be aggrieved. You are just lying. I don't know you yet? Brother, I have something to ask you for help. You are really my good brother. Just be happy and get some benefits." Lin Chuang said.
"Okay, brother, as long as you need me, just ask, and I will do my best." Tang Chuan agreed happily.
"Okay, I'll wait for you outside the police station in half an hour to meet and talk," Lin Chuang said.
"What, why don't you come and sit in the bureau? I won't take you like this, right?" Tang Chuan said.
"There are too many things to do and I don't have time. If I go to the bureau, I'll be back in a while, right?" Lin Chuang said.
"Okay, I'll listen to you and we'll talk about it when we meet." After Tang Chuan finished speaking, he put down the phone.
Lin Chuang looked at his watch and saw that it was already nine o'clock, but Chen Shu was not coming. He thought to himself: "Haha, Ma Jun just wanted to convince me that I agreed to take you? I didn't expect you to show off. What's the matter? Still thinking about it?"
Let me invite you? Well, you are not willing to be my little brother? I am not willing to take you."
Thinking of this? Lin Chuang packed up the warrant for Su Mingjun's interrogation and the investigation materials of Zhang Shouzheng and Pang Yiping, and put them into his briefcase. He called Ji Laoliu over: "Lao Liu, you call Facai and Gao Yang? Go to the detention center first? I
Just come when you need to do something."
"Yes." Ji Laoliu agreed and turned around to go out.
…
Lin Chuang drove to the police station and saw a short and thick Tang Chuan standing at the door of the station, looking around.
"Old Tang? Get in the car." Lin Chuang drove the car up to him, rolled down the window, and said hello.
When Tang Chuan saw it was Lin Chuang, he quickly opened the door and got in the car. Even though he looked like a meatball, he got into the car very quickly.
"Tell me, what gun do you want?" After the greetings, Tang Chuan asked bluntly.
"Old Tang, I don't want a gun? Don't talk nonsense." Of course Lin Chuang refused to admit it.
"Stop pretending, look for me, the head of the firearms department. What do you want if you don't want a gun? I'm not a woman. Can you think of me when nothing happens?" Tang Chuan said, giving Lin Chuang a sideways look.
"What the hell? Are you a woman? I have to stay away from you for eight feet!" Lin Chuang took one look at Tang Chuan's chubby body and felt a chill in his heart.
"You really don't want a gun?" Tang Chuan asked.
"No, but I need someone who sells illegal goods." Lin Chuang replied.
"Alas, you still don't believe your brother. Well, I won't ask any more questions. There is a man named Lao Ba on Tongjimen Street who specializes in selling illegal goods. You go find him." Tang Chuan saw that Lin Chuang didn't say anything.
To be honest, I naturally wouldn’t ask too many questions.
When it comes to secrets, it's better to know less.
"How to contact him?" Lin Chuang asked.
"There is a blacksmith shop on Tongjimen Street. If you go there and ask about Lao Ba, you can find out." Tang Chuan said.
"Okay, Old Tang, thank you. I do have official duties today. Can we get together another day?" Lin Chuang said.
"Okay, we have agreed to have a good chat some other time. To be honest, after your accident, I was really worried." Tang Chuan said, opened the door and got out of the car.
"I know, how can we talk about our relationship? Let's go." Lin Chuang waved to Tang Chuan and drove away.
When he arrived at the detention center, Pan Hui came and was waiting for him. After saying hello, he immediately interrogated the prisoners.
"Interrogate prisoner No. 43 first." Lin Chuang sat firmly behind the interrogation table, handed the interrogation warrant to Pan Huilai, and said.
"Okay, bring up prisoner No. 43." Pan Hui looked at the warrant and immediately gave the order.
"Yes!" The two guards responded and left.
Not long after, Su Mingjun was escorted in.
Lin Chuang took a look and saw that Su Mingjun's hands were cuffed, his hair was messy, his face was thin, but his eyes were bright and he seemed to be in good spirits.
The clothes on his body were in tatters and there were no obvious injuries, but he was walking with a limp and his legs were obviously injured.
"Old Pan, what happened to his foot?" Lin Chuang asked quietly if Pan would come.
"It's on sale. It has just been raised for a short time." Pan Huilai replied.
Lin Chuang nodded.
Seeing that Su Mingjun had already sat down, Lin Chuang asked: "No. 43, do you know why you are being interrogated?"
Su Mingjun sneered slightly: "The night is long and it is difficult to see the light. You are not the messenger of light."
As soon as Su Mingjun opened his mouth, Lin Chuang was shocked. He glanced at Pan Huilai and sneered, "Hey, you're a cultural man, no wonder you have such character."
"Yes, I have interrogated him. He is very bitter and difficult to deal with." Pan Huilai curled his lips and said.
"No. 43, this is not a poetry meeting, it's an interrogation room. Don't drag your words and talk properly." Lin Chuang said.
"Awe-inspiring opponents dare to bully each other. It's not surprising to fly straight into the sky. The root reaches the nine springs without any bends. Only the Hidden Dragon in the world knows it."
Su Mingjun did not respond directly to Lin Chuang's words, but proudly responded with a poem by Su Shi.
This move made Lin Chuang very angry and said: "Who is patient enough to listen to you reciting a poem? No. 43, do you know Liu Dexiang?"
"What a stupid question! He is the deputy director of the detention center, and I am his prisoner. Do you know me?" Su Mingjun did not recite the poem, but his cold words choked Lin Chuang half to death.
"Young master, you are so arrogant! If you don't reply properly, I will kill you!" Lin Chuang slammed the table angrily and said angrily.
"Hey, I will smile to the sky with my sword across my face, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact. I have never thought of you as good people, so you should stop pretending to be Buddha. Just use whatever tricks you have, what are you afraid of?!" Su Mingjun
He replied disdainfully.
Lin Chuang stared at Su Mingjun, who looked at him sternly, showing no sign of fear.
"Okay, although I look down on your arrogance, I admire your courage. On the 43rd, you only need to answer me one sentence, is Liu Dexiang an underground party? Have you had secret contact before? What is the contact code?
"Lin Chuang pretended to be defeated and asked in a different tone.
"These are three sentences, not one. However, no matter how many sentences there are, I only have one answer: I don't know." Su Mingjun replied with a sneer.
"Old Liu, give me the whip. I'll give him ten lashes to vent my anger. Let's see if he can still be tough?" Su Mingjun's attitude completely angered Pan Huilai, who didn't wait for Lin Chuang to say anything, and grabbed the whip from Liu Tou's hand.
, put it in a bucket and soaked it in water, and then beat Su Mingjun.