"Woof, woof, woof …" The dogs barked one after another. The three dogs barked crazily when they saw strangers.
Zhao Ming brought Song Jiapeng in from the outside and asked him to scold the dogs to stop barking.
Song Jiapeng scolded them a few times. The free-range dogs were more obedient. They lay on the ground, but their eyes were still vigilantly staring at Han Bin and the others.
As for the two dogs in the cage, they were both large dogs. When they stood up, they were nearly as tall as a person. Song Jiapeng's scolding didn't have much effect.
"Police comrade, I just bought these two big dogs. They haven't been trained yet. My words don't work well."
"Feed them."
Song Jiapeng stretched his head to listen. "What did you say?"
Han Bin shouted, "Feed them. Keep their mouths shut."
"Okay."
With the help of a police officer, Song Jiapeng prepared dog food and fed the three big dogs.
Most dogs were more protective of their food. When they saw delicious food, they immediately lowered their heads and ate it.
Zhao Ming breathed a sigh of relief. "Damn, they finally stopped."
Han Bin asked, "Song Jiapeng, you already have a dog at home. Why do you want to raise two more?"
"My dog is useless. It fainted when I gave it some delicious food. I'm worried about the safety of my family, so I want to raise two more dogs. When the bad guys come, the noise will be bigger."
"Because the motorcycle was stolen, you have this idea?"
"Yes."
Han Bin felt that this was the problem. Generally, when a family was stolen, the first reaction would be to call the police. But Song Jiapeng had a different reaction. Instead of calling the police, he bought two big dogs to guard the house.
According to Han Bin's analysis, there were usually three reasons why people didn't want to call the police. The first possibility was that the loss from the theft was not big enough to call the police. It was a waste of time and trouble.
Before this, Wang Xiao had already learned about Song Jiapeng's situation from the village head. Song Jiapeng's family conditions were not bad. The two-story building was also built a few years ago, but it was only okay, not particularly good.
According to the neighbors, Song Jiapeng's wife was more thrifty. She would be distressed even if her bicycle was stolen, let alone her motorcycle. Therefore, Song Jiapeng's situation did not fall into the first category.
The second situation was that they had dealt with the police before, or had reported cases before, but they did not receive any good results, so they were somewhat disappointed in the police.
However, Song Jiapeng did not fall into this situation. On the way here, Han Bin had asked someone to investigate Song Jiapeng's situation in the public security system. There was no criminal record, and there was no record of any report. In other words, he had never dealt with the police before, so how could he be disappointed?
The third situation was that he was not clean and had a problem. If something happened, he would not dare to call the police. Because once he called the police, he might not be able to catch the thief, and he would not be able to escape.
Based on the current situation, Song Jiapeng was more likely to be the third type. He was likely to have done something illegal in the past, so he did not dare to call the police after his house was burgled.
While Han Bin was thinking, Song Jiapeng walked over. "Officer, you've searched this house. There's no one else in my house. Can you let me go?"
"You haven't said it clearly. How can I let you go?"
"What do you want me to say? You arrested me all of a sudden. I don't even know what happened. My motorcycle was stolen, but I'm the victim. Why did you arrest me instead of the thief?"
"Besides the motorcycle, was there anything else that was stolen?"
Song Jiapeng thought for a moment. "I don't think so."
"Are you sure?"
"I think so."
Han Bin noted it down in his notebook. "Your motorcycle was stolen. Why didn't you call the police?"
"Didn't I say it before? I felt that even if I called the police, I wouldn't be able to get my motorcycle back. Is that wrong? Is that illegal? I didn't see you guys get my motorcycle back. "
Jiang Wenwen was a little unhappy. "There are so many people in this district, and there are so many things going on. If you didn't call the police, how would we know that your motorcycle was stolen?"
Song Jiapeng shouted, "I didn't expect you to help me get it back, but you can't just come up and arrest me. At least give me a reason. Why! "
Song Jiapeng's wife was also angry. She sat on the ground and cried, "Aiya, how can we live? Why are you arresting us the moment you come up? Is there still any law?"
The Song family's dog barked and then cried. It was quite a commotion and attracted the attention of many villagers.
Many villagers climbed up to the rooftops to watch the commotion.
Han Bin frowned and ordered, "Bring the couple into the house and find two female police officers to take care of the children. Don't scare them."
"Yes."
Song Jiapeng and his wife were separated. Song Jiapeng was brought into the north house, while Song Jiapeng's wife was brought into the west house.
Han Bin took Song Jiapeng's statement.
Wang Xiao was in charge of taking Song Jiapeng's wife's statement.
Han Bin looked at Song Jiapeng and questioned, "Song Jiapeng, I'll ask you again. Where is your motorcycle?"
"Officer, my motorcycle was really stolen. Otherwise, I wouldn't have bought a dog. I've answered your question. Are you going to tell me that even if my family lost the motorcycle, I'm still the victim? Why are you arresting me? "
Han Bin took out the surveillance photo again, "Look carefully. Did you lose the motorcycle in the photo?"
"Yes, I lost it. Did you find it? "
"Do you know the person riding the motorcycle in the photo?"
Song Jiapeng looked at it again and shook his head, "This person is so well dressed and even has a helmet. I can't recognize him."
Seeing that he didn't look like he was lying, Han Bin continued, "On April 3rd at around 9 PM, there was a robbery in Dingxi Road, Qindao City. It was a gold shop that was robbed, and the amount involved was more than 700,000 yuan. One of the shop assistants was also hammered. We've checked the surveillance video of the crime, and the suspect was driving the motorcycle that you 'lost'. "
Song Jiapeng's face changed as he muttered to himself, "Someone drove my motorcycle to commit a robbery."
"That's why the police came to your house to search. As the owner of the suspect vehicle, you're also a big suspect. You may even be directly involved in the crime, so the police have the right to investigate you."
"How many times have I told you? My motorcycle was stolen."
"Then why didn't you go to the police station to report it?"
"Even if I did, I might not be able to get it back. There are many families in our village that have had their motorcycles stolen. How many families can get it back?"
"Don't talk about others. What we're talking about is your problem. Whether the motorcycle can be found or not, as long as you report it to the police, the police can testify for you that your motorcycle was indeed stolen. Even if the suspect drove your motorcycle to commit the crime, it has nothing to do with you. "
"I'm just a farmer. How can I think so much?"
"You've learned from your mistakes. Now you have to pay for your mistakes."
"What do you mean?"
"Since the police can't testify for you, you can only prove your innocence and prove that you have nothing to do with the robbery. Then, we will naturally release you. Otherwise, we will only detain you according to the law."
Song Jiapeng shouted, "Oh my god, I'm so wronged. My motorcycle was stolen, and you want to arrest me? What the hell is this?"
"Don't be in a hurry to cry innocence. Think about your own problems."
"What problems do I have?"
"You know what problems you have in your heart."
Song Jiapeng's eyes flickered. "I have no problems."
Seeing Song Jiapeng's expression, Han Bin was even more certain that he must be hiding something.
In fact, there was a certain problem with breaking into someone's house to steal a motorcycle.
When Han Bin and the others rushed into the house, the free-range dog howled loudly and made an aggressive posture. This meant that the dog was not useless and was still good at guarding the door.
Han Bin had experience working in the police station and had also participated in a large number of theft cases. Under normal circumstances, people with dogs at home rarely had theft cases. Thieves also bullied the weak and feared the strong. They preferred to pick on soft persimmons.
They had wasted a lot of time drugging the dog, only to steal the motorcycle, but not the other items in the house. No matter how he looked at it, something was wrong.
If what Song Jiapeng said was true, it could only mean that the thief had a strong purpose. In Han Bin's opinion, this was still not normal.
A rogue theft case would only look at the difficulty of the theft and the financial value. It would not have such a strong purpose.
This could only mean that the suspect might know Song Jiapeng and had done it intentionally.
No matter how he looked at it, Song Jiapeng was hiding something. Even if he was not directly involved in the case, he should know something.
Han Bin probed, "Song Jiapeng, do you know who stole your motorcycle?"
Song Jiapeng lowered his head and said, "I don't know. If I knew, I would have called the police to arrest him."
Han Bin looked at him carefully. "Stand up and walk a few steps."
"Ah, what do you mean?"
"Stand up and walk a few rounds in the living room."
Although Song Jiapeng did not know why Han Bin was doing this, he had no choice but to obey Han Bin's instructions.
Song Jiapeng walked from the east side of the living room to the west side with handcuffs.
Han Bin frowned. "Remove his handcuffs."
When a person's hands were tied, their walking posture would be different.
Zhao Ming went forward and immediately removed Song Jiapeng's handcuffs. With so many policemen around, he was not afraid of him running away.
Song Jiapeng exercised his wrists and looked at Han Bin in confusion. However, he did not dare to look at him. He lowered his head and walked around the house.
Han Bin stared at Song Jiapeng's walking posture and pace. He looked very serious and his eyebrows could not help but furrow.
Song Jiapeng walked a few rounds and stopped. He looked in Han Bin's direction. "Sir, are you done?"
"No. Keep walking."
Song Jiapeng was a little puzzled and panicked. What was this? I'm not a female model. What's so good about walking? What's with that look? It's so creepy.
Han Bin pointed at Zhao Ming and said, "Use your phone to take a video of him walking. Make it clear."
Han Bin observed Song Jiapeng's walking posture again. He looked at it for a long time and found the surveillance video of the suspect's crime. He compared the two.
Han Bin studied it for a long time and came to a conclusion.
Song Jiapeng's walking posture, pace, and gait were very similar to one of the suspects. However, it was not the suspect who robbed Jiufu Gold Shop, but the suspect who robbed seven years ago …
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