Yu Hua Branch, interrogation room.
Meng Jingdong sat in the interrogation room, looking a little uneasy.
He glanced at Han Bin, then at Li Hui, and finally at the camera on the table.
Han Bin was also observing him. After flipping open the diary, he routinely asked, "Name, age, gender …"
"Meng … Meng Jingdong, male male, I'm thirty-one years old …"
Han Bin put down the pen in his hand and asked, "Why are you so nervous?"
"Officer, I … this is my first time coming to the police station. I've never even been to a police station before. I'm very nervous here." Meng Jingdong's head was getting lower and lower.
Li Hui knocked on the table. "Raise your head."
Han Bin wrote down one word in the diary — nervous.
Han Bin was in charge of the interrogation, and Li Hui was in charge of recording. However, Han Bin would occasionally write down a few important words. It was not for recording, but for himself to read. It would be faster and more accurate when he recalled the contents of the interrogation in the future.
"Meng Jingdong, take a deep breath. Don't be too nervous. You should know why we called you here. What do you want to say?" Han Bin asked.
"Officer, I'm innocent, I'm really innocent. I hope you can investigate the case clearly and prove my innocence." Meng Jingdong was very emotional.
"Have you been to the Golden Beach?" Han Bin asked.
"Officer, you've seen the condition of my family. I'm not in the mood to go to the beach."
Han Bin stood up and picked up two photos from the table. He walked to Meng Jingdong and placed one of the photos on the interrogation chair.
"This photo was taken near the Golden Beach in the early morning of the third of September. Your van was at the scene. How do you explain this?"
Meng Jingdong picked up the photo and looked at it carefully. He looked shocked. "How is this possible? I didn't drive out that night. This is definitely not my car."
Han Bin placed the other photo on the interrogation chair. "This one has a clear license plate number. See if it's yours."
Meng Jingdong held the photo with both hands, his face full of shock. "Lu B3Q15V. How is this possible? It's the same plate number as mine."
"Don't ask me. You should be the one to explain," Han Bin said seriously.
"I don't know. My legs aren't good. I never drive out at night. There must be a misunderstanding," Meng Jingdong shouted.
"What misunderstanding?"
"I don't know either."
"Has anyone used your car?"
"No."
"You said you don't go out at night. Who can prove that?"
"My dad, my mom, and my daughter can all testify," Meng Jingdong said.
"Article 70 of our country's Civil Procedure Law stipulates that the testimonies provided by a witness that are beneficial to his relatives or other closely related parties are generally less persuasive than the testimonies of other witnesses," Han Bin said.
"Officer, what do you mean?" Meng Jingdong was confused.
"In layman's terms, it's not persuasive for relatives to testify for themselves. It's better to find other witnesses to be more persuasive," Han Bin said.
"It's late at night, and there are no outsiders in my house. Who can testify for me?"
"Take a closer look. Is the car in the video yours?" Han Bin pointed at the photo.
Meng Jingdong took a closer look and said awkwardly, "This … It's late at night, and the photo isn't very clear. I can't be sure."
"Have you ever worked in the telecommunications industry?"
"I don't have that ability." Meng Jingdong revealed a bitter expression. "Officer, you suspect me of theft. What exactly is missing?"
"The communication base station's computer room was stolen. We checked the nearby videos. Your car appeared near three of the burglaries."
"That's impossible. I didn't do it at all. Could it be that someone is trying to frame me?" Meng Jingdong guessed.
"Have you ever offended anyone?"
Meng Jingdong lowered his head. "For someone like me, it's good enough that they don't bully me. I wouldn't dare to offend anyone."
"What do you do?"
"Pull jobs." Meng Jingdong was afraid that the two didn't understand, so he explained.
"There are quite a number of people in our village who set up boxes in the city. I pull them into the city in the morning and then help them pull jobs in the city. At night, I bring the people who set up boxes back to the village."
"Other than you, how many other people in Great Xi Village have vans?" Han Bin asked.
"There are quite a number of people who drive vans in the village, but I don't know how many there are. I can only say a few: Sun Baoqing, Song Maiqiao, Meng Chengyong, Tang Zhiming … and Zhang …"
Meng Jingdong revealed a contemplative expression. "I can't remember for the time being."
"Think about it carefully. You can only prove your innocence if you find enough evidence," Han Bin reminded him.
"Yes."
…
Team 2's office.
Zeng Ping was looking at the case file while Tian Li, Zhao Ming, and Sun Xiaopeng were looking at the surveillance footage.
Seeing Han Bin and Zhao Ming walk into the office, Zeng Ping put down the file in his hands. "The interrogation is over."
"It's over." Li Hui gently sat on the chair.
Han Bin poured a cup of tea. Every time the interrogation ended, his mouth would be dry and he would have to drink a few mouthfuls of tea first.
"Did he confess?"
"No."
"Does Meng Jingdong have an alibi?" Zeng Ping asked.
"Meng Jingdong said that he never went out at night, but only his parents and daughter can prove it," Han Bin answered.
"His alibi shouldn't be very effective, right?" Zhao Ming said.
"How did he explain that his car appeared near the crime scene?" Zhao Ming asked.
"According to his confession, he never lent out his car. He suspects that someone is trying to frame him."
"Does he have any suspects?"
"No."
"From the current evidence, he is still very suspicious," Tian Li said.
"Any new findings from the surveillance?" Han Bin asked.
"On the night of September 4th, this van was also found near the stolen base stations. We've already found suspect vehicles near four stolen base stations. I don't think it's a coincidence anymore. We can basically confirm that this van is the suspect's vehicle," Tian Li analyzed.
"It could also be a fake car," Li Hui said.
"Where's the evidence?" Tian Li shrugged. "We can't eliminate Meng Jingdong as a suspect just because his family is pitiful."
"Tian Li is right. Meng Jingdong doesn't have enough alibi, and he can't prove that his car has a fake license plate. He's still the number one suspect," Zeng Ping agreed.
As a police officer, he had to make an objective judgment.
At that moment, Sun Xiaopeng suddenly shouted, "Captain Zeng, I have a new clue."
"What clue?"
"I just zoomed in on a high-definition image and found that the suspect's car is different from Meng Jingdong's," Sun Xiaopeng said.
Everyone gathered around. "What's different?"
Sun Xiaopeng pointed at the screenshot of the video. It was a picture of the front of the car, and the driver's visor was pulled down, blocking the driver's face.
"There's a red apple ornament in front of the suspect's car, but it's not in Meng Jingdong's car."
Han Bin recalled for a moment. "That's true. I've checked Meng Jingdong's car, and there's no ornament in front of it."
"Could it be that he removed the apple ornament because he was afraid of being caught by the police?" Zhao Ming said.
"This kind of car ornament is usually fixed with super glue. Even if the ornament is removed, it's difficult to completely remove the glue, and some traces will still be left." Han Bin took a sip of tea and continued.
"Moreover, if Meng Jingdong really had such intentions, he would have covered up the license plate long ago. We might not be able to find him."
"Han Bin's analysis is correct. This car is most likely a fake car." Zeng Ping agreed, then pointed at Sun Xiaopeng.
"Good job. I'll record it for you."
Sun Xiaopeng chuckled. "Captain Zeng, you flatter me."
"Damn, if it's a fake car, doesn't that mean we've lost our clue again?" Li Hui spread his hands.
For a moment, everyone was silent.
After a while, Han Bin said slowly, "That might not be the case.
That might not be the case. "
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