"What did you say? Say it again?"
Chen Fan suspected that he heard wrongly.
Fang Ling said again on the other end of the phone, "I said Huang Xiaobo died. Just now."
"A group of people found the rental house and beat him to death with sticks."
"His wife was also seriously injured and is still in the intensive care unit of the hospital, unconscious."
Chen Fan was no longer sleepy and was extremely awake.
"Is your news confirmed?"
"How did you know?"
Fang Ling said quickly: "Didn't you ask me to help you check Huang Xiaobo's creditors?"
"I used my connections to check, but before I could find anything, Huang Xiaobo died..."
"Just wait a moment. I'll call you in five minutes."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Fan climbed down from the upper bunk while changing his clothes.
"What's wrong, Old Chen? What's going on?"
Ma Xiaoshuai, who was on the lower bunk, woke up in a daze and asked.
"It's okay, just keep sleeping."
Seeing that Chen Fan had changed his clothes, Ma Xiaoshuai asked directly: "You want to go out?"
Chen Fan leaned close to Ma Xiaoshuai and whispered: "Keep your voice down, don't wake everyone up."
"The man named Huang is dead."
"Which one named Huang..."
Ma Xiaoshuai's anxious eyes suddenly widened.
"You mean..."
Chen Fan nodded.
"When did this happen?"
"It should have been just now."
Ma Xiaoshuai sat up suddenly.
"It's over, you're in trouble. They will immediately suspect that you did it."
"Where are you going now?"
Chen Fan put on his shoes and the phone in his pocket started to vibrate.
I took it out and took a look. It was from Ding Dian.
It seems that Ding Dian also got the news.
Chen Fan did not answer the phone, but explained to Ma Xiaoshuai: "I have to go to the club."
Ma Xiaoshuai stood up immediately: "I'll drive with you."
"No. You can't help me by going. Just keep sleeping. I'll contact you when I have news."
"Then take your car keys and drive my car."
Ma Xiaoshuai suddenly stood up and took out the car keys from the bookshelf and threw them over.
Chen Fan took the key and said, "Thank you."
After gently closing the bedroom door, Chen Fan took out his cell phone while going downstairs.
Ding Dian’s third call has already come through.
"Hey, it's me."
"Just got the news..."
"I already know. I'm on my way to the club now."
Ding Dian: "I'm also rushing to the club."
"Then let's talk after we meet."
"good."
After hanging up the phone, Chen Fan went to the first floor and found his dormitory aunt. He excused himself that he had diarrhea and was about to collapse and had to go to the campus hospital to get some medicine.
The aunt didn't embarrass Chen Fan. She asked him to register and then opened the door and let him out.
After going out, Chen Fan found Ma Xiaoshuai's car, started it and drove towards the school gate.
At the same time, he took out his cell phone and called Fang Ling again.
"Hello."
Chen Fan: "How did you know?"
"what?"
"Huang Haibo is dead, how did you know?"
Fang Ling: "Didn't you ask me to check his creditor? I asked someone to check it. Of course, I originally wanted to help you check where this guy lives..."
Understood.
It was a coincidence that the people sent by Fang Ling happened to be in the process of committing the murder.
Chen Fan drove the car out of the school and suddenly stepped on the accelerator to accelerate.
"Do you know who did this?"
Fang Ling: "I don't know, my face is covered."
"People like Huang Xiaobo are addicted to gambling and can't quit. The people he comes in contact with are from all religions and can offend anyone. But..."
Fang Ling's voice suddenly paused.
"Chen Fan, did you really not do this?"
Chen Fan:? ? ?
"You doubt me?"
Fang Ling analyzed it to herself: "But I think it's unlikely."
"You just called me to investigate Huang Xiaobo's creditors. You can't just turn around and kill him."
"Did you make that phone call to me on purpose and want me to give you an alibi?"
Fang Ling on the other end of the phone seemed to have thought of something and suddenly screamed.
"Oh my God, if that's true, then you must be too evil and cruel."
Chen Fan had black lines on his head.
"I said, can we watch less TV series on a daily basis?"
Fang Ling: "It's really not you?"
Chen Fan gritted his teeth: "No."
Fang Ling breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great. As long as it's not you. Otherwise, I would have thought that I had fallen in love with a cruel little man..."
"Oh, that's not right."
Fang Ling suddenly reacted: "Even if you didn't do it, if something like this suddenly happens now, the police will immediately suspect that you did it, right?"
Fang Ling screamed: "Ah? Chen Fan, you are in trouble..."
Chen Fan had already hung up the phone and had no time to continue talking nonsense.
Driving all the way to the club, the entire club was off duty at this point, with only a few security guards on night shift still patrolling.
The guard recognized Chen Fan and decisively let him go.
As soon as the car arrived downstairs in the office, Lao Feng ran over immediately.
As soon as they met, Chen Fan stared at Old Feng and asked.
"Huang Xiaobo died, was it you?"
Old Feng was stunned for a moment and shook his head.
"no."
"Boss, I won't act without permission unless you give me an order."
Chen Fan nodded. Based on his understanding of Lao Feng, he felt that it couldn't be him.
Do you really think too much?
This is just a pure coincidence.
Did God take care of this scoundrel for him?
But why do I always have an uneasy feeling?
Chen Fan glanced at Feng Pojun and continued to ask: "The club's security guards haven't made trouble for them in the past two days, have they?"
Feng Pojun immediately explained: "According to the instructions of you and Mr. Ding, I asked the security guard to only supervise. As long as they do not enter the club, the security guard will not take the initiative to intervene."
Chen Fan thought for a while and then ordered: "Go and make a copy of the camera video at the entrance of the club in the past two days in advance."
Feng Pojun immediately asked: "Boss, are you worried...that this is a conspiracy?"
But how could a conspiracy use his own life as a trap?
Chen Fan shook his head, "I don't know either."
"I hope I'm overthinking it."
Just as he was talking, the sound of police cars sounded outside the club.
After a while, several uniformed police officers walked into the club.
"Who is the club owner Chen Fan?"
Chen Fan walked over and said, "I am."
"Are you Chen Fan?"
"Yes." Chen Fan looked at the four policemen in front of him.
"Officer, what's the matter?"
One of the policemen said coldly: "Someone accuses you of paying someone to kill someone. Will you come with us?"
Chen Fan looked puzzled, "Can I ask who accused me?"
The policeman obviously knew this place. He knew that this club had been very popular recently and had been in the media and newspapers.
So he didn't embarrass Chen Fan, but said a few more words.
"You know Huang Xiaobo, right?"
Chen Fan nodded: "We know each other. I bought the land for this club from Huang Xiaobo and his wife."
"In the past few days, they felt they had lost money and had been making trouble in front of the club, but I didn't pay them any attention."
The policeman stared at Chen Fan, "Huang Xiaobo is dead."
"He was beaten to death by a group of masked men tonight."
Chen Fan shrugged: "It's not surprising that a bad gambler like him died, right? Who knows how many enemies he has."
"Why do you suspect me?"
The policeman's next words made Chen Fan freeze on the spot.
"Huang Xiaobo's daughter-in-law has already woken up in the hospital. She insisted that you ordered someone to do it."
"So, come with us."
Chen Fan: "..."
