Han Bin asked, "How many people are there in Song Jiapeng's family?"
Jiang Yang said, "According to the neighbors, there are four of them, a couple and two boys. The older one is nine and the younger one is seven. I just observed from the rooftop of the neighbor's house. The door is locked from the inside. There should be people in the house. "
"Do you have a photo of Song Jiapeng's family?"
"Yes, the village chief helped me find it." Jiang Yang took out his phone and tapped on a photo.
Han Bin took a closer look and confirmed the appearance of Song Jiapeng and his wife. However, judging from their stature and age, Song Jiapeng looked very similar to the man who hit the shop assistant with a hammer.
Han Bin arranged for the team to set up the surveillance and then found Zhu Jiaxu and Wang Xiao to discuss the arrest.
At that moment, Jiang Yang rushed over. "Captain Han, Song Jiapeng is back?"
"Where?"
"He rode the streetcar to his house. It's only about a hundred meters away."
"Then what are you talking about? Arrest him."
Han Bin gave the order and the team split up.
…
Song Jiapeng twisted the handlebars hard. The electric scooter was already at its fastest speed, but Song Jiapeng was still not satisfied. "Damn, it's still not as good as my motorcycle."
Song Jiapeng rode the scooter up a slope. His house was in front of him. Just as he was about to push the scooter home, he suddenly felt something strange. He saw a figure out of the corner of his eye.
Song Jiapeng grabbed the handlebars with both hands and didn't react for a moment. Just as he was about to do something, he suddenly felt a gust of cold wind behind him. The back of his neck tightened and a huge force came from behind, immediately pressing him to the ground.
Song Jiapeng was stunned. Didn't people have sides? Why was there someone behind him?
However, what happened next made him even more surprised. Not only were there people on his right and back, but a group of people suddenly surrounded him.
"Who are you …" Song Jiapeng had just shouted halfway when his mouth was blocked.
"Don't move, we're the police!"
Song Jiapeng shivered in fright and immediately became well-behaved.
Han Bin looked at him. "I'll let them let you go, but don't shout, understand?"
Song Jiapeng nodded.
"What's your name?"
"Song Jiapeng."
"Who's in your family now?"
"It's my wife and two sons," Wang Yao said.
"Do you know why?"
"I don't know."
Wang Xiao snorted, "Good boy, I've already caught you, yet you still dare to deny it."
"I really don't know. I was arrested as soon as I came back from work. I didn't even know what was going on. Are you really the police?"
"Yes," Han Bin showed his police badge and continued, "Where were you on April 3rd at nine o 'clock in the evening?"
"I … I'm at home."
"Who can prove it?"
"My wife has two sons. Comrade police, what happened? Why did you arrest me? "
Han Bin took out the photo of the suspicious motorcycle from the surveillance video. "Is this your motorcycle?"
Song Jiapeng took a closer look. "Yes, yes, it's mine. My motorcycle was stolen. I was depressed for a few days. How did you find it?"
"You said your motorcycle was stolen?"
"Yeah, it was stolen some time ago?"
"Be more specific. What time is it?"
"March 20th. When I came back from home that day, I found that the motorcycle was gone. I was so angry that I even beat up the dog at home."
"Did you call the police?"
"No."
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"I thought that since it was lost, they might not be able to find it even if they called the police. I might as well earn some money and buy a new one. "
Han Bin said, "You're quite open-minded."
"There's nothing I can do about it. The thief is too wicked. It's not a big deal. I don't think there's much hope of finding it."
"You just said that your wife and child are at home."
"Yes."
"Make a phone call and ask your wife to bring the child out."
Song Jiapeng pursed his lips. "Comrade police, what are you doing?"
Zhu Jiaxu scolded, "Why do you have so much nonsense? Do what I tell you to do. When you're on the phone, say what you should say and don't say what you shouldn't say. "
"I … Got it."
Then, Song Jiapeng took out his phone and dialed his wife's number. "Hello."
"Why aren't you back yet? I'm still waiting for you to buy groceries. "
"I didn't buy groceries."
"Why not? Don't you know that there's no groceries at home? What are we going to eat tonight? We're going to have nothing to eat. "
"Bring the child out. Let's go eat outside today."
"Eating outside again? All you know is how to spend money."
"It's fine. I have a lot of bonuses this month. Come out and let's eat something good."
"Got it. I'll bring the child out now. Where can I find you?"
"I'm almost there. Let's meet at the door."
After hanging up, Song Jiapeng asked, "Comrade police, is that okay?"
"I'll ask you again. Other than your wife and child, is there anyone else at home?"
"There really isn't."
"How many dogs are there at home?"
"Three dogs. Two are in cages and one is free-range."
"You have three dogs and your motorcycle was stolen. Is it because the thief is too bold, or is it because your dogs are all dozing off?
Song Jiapeng explained, "At that time, we only had one dog at home, the free-range dog. When I came back, it was lying on the ground foaming at the mouth. Someone must have drugged it. I thought it was going to die but who knew that it would pull through. Later, I was worried about the safety of my family and bought two big dogs. Because they weren't raised by us, I was afraid that they would hurt someone, so I locked them in cages."
"Creak …" The door to Song Jiapeng's house opened from the inside and a woman came out with two children.
A few police officers immediately went forward and restrained Song Jiapeng's wife.
Song Jiapeng's wife was startled and shouted, "What are you doing? Why are you blocking my door? Let me go. "
"Wife, they're the police. Behave and don't move."
Hearing her husband's words, Song Jiapeng's wife calmed down and asked, "What's going on? Didn't you say you were going to eat? Why are there so many police officers?"
Han Bin waved his hand and said, "Separate and question them."
Then, Song Jiapeng's wife was taken away by Li Qin.
Zhu Jiaxu asked Song Jiapeng's nine-year-old son.
Han Bin asked Song Jiapeng's seven-year-old son.
Han Bin smiled and walked over, trying to make himself look as kind as possible, "Hello, little friend."
"Uncle, are you a police officer?" The little boy asked curiously.
"Yes, I'm a police officer."
"I heard that the police are here to catch bad guys. What are you doing in front of my house? Are my parents bad guys?"
"Of course not. We're tracking a fugitive and happened to run near your house. We're worried that the fugitive will run to your house, so we're here to protect your safety." Han Bin squatted down and magically took out a piece of chocolate, "Do you want to eat it?"
"Yes." The little boy snatched the chocolate and ate it in big mouthfuls.
"Is it delicious?"
"It's delicious."
"Little friend, what's your name?"
"My name is Shuo Shuo."
"Shuo Shuo, how many people are there in your family?"
"Four."
"Who else?"
"Dad, mom, brother, and me."
"Are there other people hiding in your house?"
"No."
"Think about it carefully. The police are here to catch the fugitive. If they run to your house, they might hurt your dad, mom, and brother."
Shuo Shuo thought about it, "There really isn't. There's only the four of us in the house."
Han Bin patted his head, "Okay, thank you, little friend."
Then, Zhu Jiaxu and Li Qin walked over. The three of them had the same result. Other than the family of four, there was no one else hiding in the house.
Han Bin heaved a sigh of relief. He was most worried about the gun in the suspect's hand.
Although the possibility of other people hiding in the house was not high, Han Bin still decided to enter Song Jiapeng's house to search.
Han Bin checked the gun and loaded it. Then, he brought a few team members into Song Jiapeng's house and carefully searched.
"Safe!"
"Safe."
"Safe."
After the search, there was no one else in the house, but Han Bin did not completely relax. He felt that there was something wrong with this house …
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