Miss Xiao Hong went next door to frighten Xue Xin. Just like Qian Zhixiao, he was the only one in the entire cell who could see Xiao Hong.
Tell me, was that frightening or not?
Qian Zhixiao was carried outside. Wang Cong glanced at Pan Yun, and only followed them out after seeing her nod.
Fetching a doctor would take quite some time there and back. He might as well do it himself.
Wang Cong felt around inside his sleeve and pulled out a needle case that was practically rusting from disuse. Only then did he step forward and pry open Qian Zhixiao's eyelids and mouth to examine him.
Before long, he took out a needle and drove it into the crook of Qian Zhixiao's elbow...
The crowd scattered with a rush, leaving only Pan Yun and Xue Shao standing there, both staring at the terrified Xue Xin in the next cell.
Xue Xin was no fool. Qian Zhixiao's screams had startled him awake, and the moment he opened his eyes, he saw Liu Xiaohong, now a ghost. Then he saw Pan Yun standing outside the cell. What was there left for him not to understand?
He hated Pan Yun too, but at that moment, fear overwhelmed everything else.
Unlike Qian Zhixiao, he was still young, and he had confidence. If this case dragged on, it would surely fizzle out. So long as he worked a few more strings, got Wu Zhihong transferred away, and replaced him with another County Magistrate, he could escape unscathed.
But Pan Yun had come now...
He was not afraid of Wu Zhihong. Wu Zhihong was an official and had to follow the rules.
But Pan Yun was different. From the moment she appeared to the moment she vanished, she had never followed any rules.