Saturday.
At Han Bin's house.
"Yawn …"
Han Bin yawned and slowly opened his eyes. He picked up his phone and glanced at it. It was already past eight o 'clock.
Last night, Han Bin had treated them to barbecue. Li Hui had ordered four roasted lamb kidneys. Han Bin had no idea why a single man like him would eat so many kidneys.
How could he sleep at night?
Han Bin got up, took a shower, tidied up the house, and went downstairs to his parents' house.
As soon as he entered the house, Han Bin shouted, "Mom, is there anything to eat?"
"Have some fruits. It's past nine o 'clock. I will make something delicious for you at noon." Wang Huifang threw the mop aside. "Come here. I have something serious to talk to you about."
Han Bin walked to the coffee table and took a bite of an apple. "What is it?"
Wang Huifang took out a photo and put it on the coffee table. "Son, do you think this girl is pretty?"
Han Bin glanced at the photo. The girl had an oval face and delicate features. "She is pretty."
"Do you like her?"
"Aren't you going to introduce a girl to my uncle? Why did you arrange for me? "
"Your uncle can wait for a while. He is busy opening an antique shop now. When his shop is open, he will have a proper job. Then, I will introduce a girl to him," Wang Huifang said.
"You are quite experienced."
"What does the girl want? Looks or career. She has to have one."
"Why don't I wait?"
"You don't have to wait. He is handsome and has a stable job. It will be the same whenever he finds a girl," Wang Huifang said.
Han Bin touched his chin. It seemed to be true.
Wang Huifang flipped the photo over and wrote a few numbers on the back with a carbon pen. "This is the girl's phone number. Contact her. It's the weekend and we'll meet up. Okay, just treat her as a friend. If not, I'll find someone else for you."
"You are quite professional."
"Don't talk nonsense. Contact her quickly. She is shy. You should take the initiative," Wang Huifang urged.
"Buzz …"
Han Bin's phone rang. It was a message from the second group's WeChat group. Han Bin opened it and saw a voice message from Zeng Ping.
"There's a case. Team Two, hurry to the police station immediately."
"Roger that."
Han Bin replied with a WeChat message and noted down the phone number on the photo.
"Mom, there's a case. I have to return to the police station first. I'll contact him when I have time."
"Go."
Wang Huifang waved her hand. After watching Han Bin leave, she picked up the photo and looked at it. "Look at how beautiful this girl is!"
…
Half an hour later.
Han Bin took a taxi to Yu Hua Branch. As soon as he entered the main gate, he saw Zeng Ping smoking in the yard.
"Captain Zeng."
Zeng Ping took a deep breath and stamped out the cigarette. "I've been waiting for you. Get in the car."
Han Bin got into an eight-passenger police van. It was more spacious than an off-road vehicle. Li Hui drove, Zeng Ping sat in the front passenger seat, Han Bin sat in the second row, and Zhao Ming and Tian Li sat in the back.
Zeng Ping fastened his seatbelt. "Drive."
"Captain Zeng, are we not going to wait for the forensics team?" Li Hui asked.
"Let's go first. The forensics team will be here soon."
"What case?"
"A woman named Xie Rong called the police at around seven o 'clock this morning. She said that her husband was knocked out and robbed. He was in Qingyuan District, Building 4, Unit 3. The other teams all have cases, so they assigned it to us," Zeng Ping said.
"It's rare to be robbed so early in the morning," Han Bin said.
"Maybe it was robbed last night, but the victim was knocked out, and no one noticed it immediately. That's why it was delayed until seven o 'clock in the morning," Tian Li guessed.
"See, our Sister Tian is the best. She saw through the key points of the case at a glance," Li Hui joked.
"Of course, I also want to be recognized as an advanced individual," Tian Li said with a smile.
"Brother Bin, how does it feel to get 3,600 yuan as a reward?" Li Hui said enviously.
"What's going on? Why are they all pointing their guns at me? Did I eat the kidneys last night for nothing?" Han Bin snorted.
"Don't mention kidneys. I didn't sleep for most of last night. I was so worried about it," Li Hui said with a bitter smile.
Tian Li spat. "Ptui, shameless."
"Haha …"
Han Bin and the other two laughed.
…
Qingyuan District was not far from the Yu Hua Branch. It was an old-fashioned district with small, low-rise buildings. The floor area ratio was low, and the population density was small. Many people who were not used to living in high-rise buildings and were not used to being managed by property management liked this type of district.
After Han Bin and the others arrived, they saw a police car parked in the district. It should be the police from the police station.
However, when they arrived at Block 4, Unit 3, there was no cordon.
When Han Bin and the others were about to go upstairs, they saw a few men in police uniforms coming down. The one in the lead was Zhou Yanjun, the captain of the Zhongshan Road Police Station.
"Captain Zhou, what's the situation here?" Zeng Ping asked.
"Captain Zeng, I was just about to contact you. Sorry for the wasted trip." Zhou Yanjun came down the stairs and shook hands with Zeng Ping.
"Is there a change in the case?"
"The police have been dismissed."
"False alarm?" Zhao Ming frowned. He had sacrificed his Saturday holiday to come to the case.
If there was a robbery, he would not have any complaints. After all, this was his job. However, if someone made a false alarm, it would be a different story.
The police were also human, and everyone had emotions.
"It's not a false alarm. The victim fainted at the time, and the reporter didn't know the specific situation. Now that the victim has woken up, he knows that he was not knocked out, but drunk." Zhou Yanjun was also a little helpless. No one wanted to make a wasted trip.
"Okay, you guys go back first. We will go upstairs to make a statement," Zeng Ping said.
"Okay, the victim lives in Unit 301," Zhou Yanjun answered and left with the police.
When they reached the third floor, Zeng Ping waved his hand to signal everyone to be quiet. He listened at the door for a while, and when he didn't hear any movement, he knocked on the door.
Knock, knock.
"Who is it?" A woman's voice came from inside the room.
"Police."
"Didn't you just come here?"
"I'm from the criminal police team. Open the door."
Creak …
With a muffled sound, the door opened, and a woman in her forties stood at the door.
"What's your name?"
"Xie Rong."
"You're the one who made the report. You said that your husband was knocked out and was robbed."
"I made a mistake. My husband was drunk." Xie Rong touched her brow subconsciously.
Some people would touch their brow subconsciously because they were ashamed of lying.
Han Bin showed his police badge, and the group walked into the room.
A man in his forties walked out of the bedroom. He reeked of alcohol, and his head was wrapped in bandages. His face was a little ugly.
"Are you the victim?"
"Yes, my name is Wang Deli," the man replied.
Han Bin looked at him and pointed at the bandage on his head. "What happened to your injury?"
"I accidentally hit it when I was drunk," Wang Deli said. His lips were tightly closed, and his eyebrows were tightly furrowed.
This kind of micro-expression represented anger.
The duration of the micro-expression was very short, less than one-tenth of a second.
If it was in the past, it would have been difficult for Han Bin to distinguish it, but now that his micro-expression skill had reached the advanced level, it was not the same as before.
Micro-expressions couldn't directly tell whether a person was lying, but they could tell the person's mood.
If Wang Deli really fell and hurt himself because he was drunk, his expression should be regret and shame, not anger.
Anger was usually the emotion after being bullied or violated.
Han Bin guessed that this robbery was very likely to be true.
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