Fujima City, Scholartree Collar Village.
According to the surveillance footage, the suspect had fled to Scholartree Collar Village after robbing the gold shop and hadn't appeared since.
Wang Xiao had been investigating in Scholartree Collar Village, searching for the whereabouts of the suspect's motorcycle.
In order to avoid alerting the enemy, Wang Xiao's investigation was more covert. He had always used teams of two to search homes.
Although they had found some families with motorcycles, the model, model, and brand of the motorcycles didn't match up, so the results of the investigation weren't ideal.
Wang Xiao changed his method of investigation. First, he expanded the scope of the investigation, and second, he changed the direction of the investigation. From the previous household investigation, he went to shops related to motorcycles, such as gas stations, motorcycle repair shops, and so on.
Because the scope of the investigation was relatively large, the first team of the second team didn't have enough manpower, so they asked the local police station to assist in the investigation.
The two-person investigation team consisted of a member of the city bureau and a police officer from the local police station. The members of the city bureau were more familiar with the case, and the police officers were more familiar with the local situation. Working together, they could complement each other.
Jiang Yang's team was a female officer in her early twenties, a bit younger than Jiang Yang.
The female officer was called Jiang Wenwen. She had a ponytail, a pretty face, a tall figure, and was very energetic. "Comrade Jiang, is it dangerous for the city bureau's criminal investigation team to investigate cases?"
Jiang Yang said, "It is indeed dangerous. Take the case we're investigating right now for example. The suspect hammered a female shop assistant's head when robbing the gold shop, and the other robber had a gun. If there was a conflict during the arrest, the suspect might open fire."
"They also have guns!" Jiang Wenwen was slightly surprised. She was just a patrol officer, and the most she did was mediate disputes. The more serious cases were only fights and theft, so she felt a bit guilty when facing armed robbers.
A few minutes later, the two walked to a car repair shop. The shop didn't look big, and there was an old sign on the door that said "Car Repair". There was a yard next to it, and there were a few old cars parked there. There was a three-wheeled farm, a motorcycle, and a van.
Jiang Yang walked to the door, looked around, and asked, "Who's the boss?"
"I am. What's wrong?" A middle-aged man in a gray sweater raised his head and glanced at Jiang Yang.
Jiang Yang and Lin Fan weren't wearing their police uniforms. Jiang Yang flashed his police badge and said, "Big Brother, we are the police. We want to understand some things from you."
"Yo, this is the first time the police have come to my little shop. What's the matter?" The owner of the car repair shop picked up an old towel and wiped his hands.
"Big brother, how should I address you?"
"My surname is Fang."
"Police comrade, you can just call me Old Fang."
Jiang Yang took out a photo. "Brother Fang, take a look at this photo. Have you seen the motorcycle in it?"
Mr. Fang reached out his hand and then pulled it back. "My hands are greasy, and I don't want you to dirty them."
Mr. Fang looked at it for a while and frowned. "When was this motorcycle repaired?"
"We are looking for traces of this motorcycle, but we are not very clear about the specific situation of the motorcycle."
Mr. Fang thought for a moment and said, "How should I put it? I've seen a motorcycle of this model and repaired its fender and spark plugs. I'm not sure if it's the same motorcycle."
Speaking of the fender, Jiang Yang changed the photo, and it happened to capture the fender of the motorcycle. "Do you think the fender of this motorcycle is the same as the one you changed?"
Mr. Fang looked at it carefully. "Right. My shop uses this brand of fender. It's not the original brand, so it's probably the same motorcycle."
"When was this motorcycle repaired?"
"I don't remember the exact time. About two or three months ago."
"Do you know the person who repaired the motorcycle?"
"I don't. I've only been here once."
"How did he pay for it?"
"I don't remember, but we usually take cash."
"Can you describe the person's appearance?"
"He's young, about 30 years old. He looks like an ordinary person with short hair. I don't remember what he looks like."
Jiang Yang said, "Do you know which village he's from?"
"They should be from a nearby village. Even if they are far away, they wouldn't come to my shop to fix it. After all, my shop is small and not that famous."
Jiang Yang didn't want to miss such an important clue. He said with a serious expression, "Think about the person who repaired the motorcycle. It's very important to us."
Mr. Fang scratched his head. "I remember that we talked when he repaired the motorcycle, and he mentioned that he was Li Hacun's motorcycle."
"Li Hacun?"
"Yeah. I think he's from Li Hacun."
"How far is Li Hacun from our village?"
"Not far; it's only a few kilometers away. You just need to walk to the west. It's easy to find."
Jiang Yang recorded all the information and continued, "Mr. Fang, please check the previous payment records and see if you can find the payment information of the person who repaired the motorcycle."
Mr. Fang was in a dilemma. "It's been two or three months; it's not easy to find it."
"How about I look for it myself? You can watch me."
"I don't think it's a good idea."
Jiang Wenwen, a female police officer, said, "Mr. Fang, I'm from the Duji Police Station. The clue you provided is very important; please help us."
Hearing Jiang Wenwen's words, Mr. Fang was relieved. "Okay. I'll help you."
…
– West of Li Hacun –
Two cars, one black and one white, drove into Li Hacun quietly. One was a Volkswagen, and the other was a Toyota. They were both common brands and weren't eye-catching.
The car stopped on the side of a small street, and a few men got out. The one in the lead was Han Bin.
Wang Xiao and Jiang Yang jogged over. "Captain Han, you're here."
"What's the situation?"
Wang Xiao pushed Jiang Yang forward. "You report to Captain Han."
Jiang Yang knew that Wang Xiao was giving him a chance to prove himself, so he wouldn't refuse. "A while ago, Jiang Wenwen and I were investigating a suspicious motorcycle near Locust Village. When we asked a car repair shop, the shop owner said that he had seen the motorcycle in the surveillance footage. According to the shop owner, the owner of the motorcycle might be from Li Hacun.
Then, the two of us came to Li Hacun to investigate. We asked a few villagers, and one of them said that a man named Song Jiapeng owned a motorcycle like this.
Then, we confirmed the location of Song Jiapeng's house, but we didn't talk to him. I asked the neighbors, and they all said that Song Jiapeng owned a similar motorcycle, but we haven't seen it in the last few days.
From the current situation, Song Jiapeng's motorcycle fits the description of the suspicious motorcycle. "
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