"Manager Han?" Xiao Lin greeted Han Lin before Han Lin could speak.
There was a pause of a few seconds on the other end of the phone, then Han Lin's voice came through: "Yes. Who is this?"
Upon hearing Han Lin's words, Xiao Lin appeared surprisingly calm and replied, "Manager Han is asking a question he already knows the answer to. We just met, but Manager Han ran too fast just now, and I couldn't catch up with him."
"You..." Han Lin's voice trembled slightly, and he didn't know how to respond.
Xiao Lin remained calm and composed as he spoke. "There's no need to be so nervous. I mean you no harm; I just hope you won't reveal my situation to the police."
"Why should I listen to you?" Han Lin was silent for a moment, then answered coldly.
"Don't worry, I won't let you suffer any losses. I'll give you a sum of money as a reward, 100,000." Xiao Lin announced this offer in one breath.
Hearing Xiao Lin's words, Han Lin fell silent again. After a while, Han Lin gave another number: "200,000."
After thinking for a moment, Xiao Lin readily agreed to Han Lin's conditions. "Okay, for the sake of your trust, I won't ask you to meet. Give me an account number, and I'll transfer the money directly to your account tomorrow. Once you receive the money, our transaction will be complete." With that, Xiao Lin hung up the phone.
Xiao Lin wasn't worried about Han Lin regretting his decision, because there was no need. If Han Lin didn't want to agree to his conditions, he could simply hang up and call the police immediately. Even if Han Lin intended to swindle Xiao Lin out of the money, it was impossible. As long as the transfer record existed, Han Lin would have to return the money he had obtained once Xiao Lin was arrested.
Xiao Lin's heart finally calmed down a little, but what worried him even more was Han Mo's situation. Han Mo's door was locked, and he wondered what was going on inside. Xiao Lin didn't dare to go home. After calling Han Mo, he wandered around Han Mo's apartment building, observing the area around her home.
All night long, apart from a garbage truck and a few passersby entering and leaving Han Mo's apartment building, there was no sign of any police cars. Xiao Lin was truly puzzled. If Han Mo had locked the door, then her next step should have been to call the police. But if Han Mo had called the police, why hadn't there been any movement around the apartment building for so long?
Xiao Lin lingered outside Han Mo's apartment building for a long time, until his watch hands pointed to past 2 a.m., before leaving the neighborhood with a sense of unease. When he got home, his wife had a huge argument with him because he hadn't returned her calls. Xiao Lin didn't want to explain, and he couldn't explain. From then on, Xiao Lin and his wife's relationship slowly deteriorated.
The next day, when Xiao Lin woke up and turned on the television, the local headline was the murder of the famous novelist Han Mo. To be honest, Xiao Lin was increasingly puzzled. Did that stab really kill Han Mo? Now, looking back, the only explanation that made sense was that the door had been closed by the wind.
Xiao Lin remained anxious for many days. Aside from police officers visiting Han Mo's studio to question him, nothing particularly unusual happened. Xiao Lin felt that everything he had done was flawless, leaving the police with no clues. Time flew by, and more than three years passed.
After recounting what happened three years ago, Xiao Lin seemed much more relieved. A person becomes weary when they carry too many secrets. But when all those secrets are poured out, their soul feels lighter.
Xiao Lin looked at Wang Shen and chuckled coldly a few times, while the blade slowly moved closer to Dean Fu Ju's neck.
Wang Shen fell into a brief moment of deep thought. Based on Xiao Lin's description, Wang Shen finally understood some things. Han Lin had accepted Xiao Lin's proposal purely because of the 200,000 yuan. Han Lin's wife, Zhao Ziming, was terminally ill and needed further financial support. The money provided by Xiao Lin might have been just what Han Lin needed at the time. Moreover, Han Ziming's life or death wasn't important to Han Lin.
However, Xiao Lin remained uneasy about Han Lin, and given Han Lin's personality, it was possible that he would blackmail Xiao Lin multiple times in the future. Therefore, Xiao Lin went to great lengths to find Han Lin's weakness, namely Dean Fu Ju and her child, and used this to relentlessly threaten Han Lin.
"Now you all know everything, and I don't intend to leave here alive. But at the very least, I'll make this old woman pay with her life!" Xiao Lin roared hysterically, shattering Wang Shen's meditation. The knife in Xiao Lin's hand trembled slightly, its blade constantly rubbing against Dean Fu Ju's neck. Soon, several more bloody marks appeared on Dean Fu Ju's neck.
At this moment, Dean Fu Ju finally came to her senses, looked up at Xiao Lin, and snorted heavily. "My old woman's life is worthless, but people like you deserve to die a horrible death! Bah!" After saying that, Dean Fu Ju even spat at Xiao Lin.
"Dean Fu Ju, think more about the child. You know how miserable an orphan's life can be." Wang Shen was afraid that Dean Fu Ju would anger Xiao Lin again, so he tried to calm her down.
This statement was indeed very effective. Upon hearing Wang Shen's words, Dean Fu Ju immediately stopped provoking Xiao Lin, and her eyes gradually welled up with tears.
However, Dean Fu Ju's words had already enraged Xiao Lin. Holding his knife up, Xiao Lin pointed the tip at Dean Fu Ju's heart and shouted, "Fine, I'll send you to see them right now!"
"Wait!" Wang Shen suddenly shouted.
Xiao Lin was startled and turned to look at Wang Shen.
“As long as you put down the knife, everything is negotiable.” As Wang Shen spoke, he glanced at Liang Zichen standing outside the window.
"Everything is negotiable? I've killed so many people, and you're still going to let me go? Do you think I'm stupid?!" Xiao Lin shouted at Wang Shen, tears streaming down his face as he shouted.
"Believe me, it's not too late to turn back." Wang Shen couldn't promise Xiao Lin anything, so he could only try his best to comfort him. However, while talking to Xiao Lin, Wang Shen put his left hand behind his back.
From where Liang Zichen was standing, he could see Wang Shen's left hand behind his back. Wang Shen waved his left hand at Liang Zichen, his left index finger pointing in one direction repeatedly. At the same time, Wang Shen's right hand gradually moved to his waist. And what Wang Shen carried at his waist was a handgun.
Liang Zichen looked in the direction of Wang Shen's left index finger. Wang Shen's left index finger was pointing to the front door of the house. Liang Zichen saw the situation inside the house and then guessed Wang Shen's intentions. Afterward, Liang Zichen left the window and ran back to the front door of the house.
Liang Zichen stared at the door in front of him, listening to the sounds inside. Wang Shen stopped speaking, and then Liang Zichen pounded on the door several times without hesitation. The force of Liang Zichen's pounding made the iron door clang loudly.
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