Everyone went their separate ways.
Li Hui patted Han Bin's shoulder. "Brother Bin, I've decided."
"Decided what?"
"I want to rent a house in Huayuan."
"Sure, I can get a ride from you when I go to and from work in the future," Han Bin said with a smile.
"Let's make this clear first. We'll share a car, and I'll give you half of the fuel."
"Cheapskate," Han Bin snorted.
"I can't compare to you. I still have to save money to buy a house." Li Hui shrugged.
"So this is what you're thinking. You want to be my neighbor so you can save money on fuel?"
"Not really." Li Hui scratched his head and rolled his eyes. "I just want to go to your house occasionally for a meal and listen to Chief Han's teachings."
"Then you'll have something to listen to." Han Bin smiled.
When Han Weidong was young, he used to be a criminal police officer. He solved some cases and made contributions before he was transferred to the police station to be the chief.
In his words, if he had stayed in the police station, he might still be a basic police officer.
Han Weidong was very proud of his experience as a criminal police officer. Every time he drank, he would reminisce about the past. Han Bin had almost memorized all of his experiences.
…
The two of them left the courtyard. The police cordon outside the door was surrounded by people.
Some were neighbors, while others were just passing by to watch the show.
Li Hui glanced at the crowd. "Handsome guys, beautiful ladies, uncles, and aunties, I'm Li Hui from the Criminal Police Unit. I'd like to ask you some questions."
"Officer, is Xing Jianbin dead?" A short and fat man asked.
"Yes," Li Hui answered and asked, "Do you know him?"
"We're neighbors. I live next door." The short and fat man pointed not far away.
Li Hui nodded and continued, "Between eight and twelve last night, did anyone see any suspicious people or vehicles near Xing Jianbin's house?"
"Nope."
"I don't even go out at night."
"I didn't notice."
…
The onlookers said.
Han Bin had been observing the crowd. He found that after Li Hui asked the question, the short and fat man's eyes widened, his eyelids and eyebrows raised slightly. This was a typical expression of surprise.
The short and fat man was not surprised to hear that Xing Jianbin was dead. Instead, he was surprised to hear that there were any suspicious vehicles or people around.
Han Bin felt that there was a problem.
"Big Brother, what's your name?"
"Me." The short and fat man was a little surprised. "My name is Xing Ziqiang."
"How's your relationship with Xing Jianbin?" Han Bin sized him up.
"Pretty good." Xing Ziqiang touched his nose subconsciously.
Touching the nose is a common sign of lying.
First he was surprised, then he lied. Han Bin felt that there was something wrong with this man called Xing Ziqiang.
"Xing Ziqiang, come in with me. I have something to ask you." Han Bin's tone was stern.
"Officer, why are you looking for me?" Xing Ziqiang took a step back.
"Come in," Han Bin said firmly.
Xing Ziqiang hesitated for a moment, but still followed Han Bin into Xing Jianbin's yard.
Li Hui also followed in. "Brother Bin, what's wrong?"
"There's something wrong with this man," Han Bin said.
"Officer, you can't wrongly accuse a good man. I don't even dare to kill a chicken. What's wrong with me?" Xing Ziqiang said.
"Last night, between eight and twelve, where were you?" Han Bin asked.
"I went out to drink with my friends at around seven last night. Can they all testify for me?"
"What time did you come back?"
"I … I …"
"Speak!"
"Eleven o 'clock. I came back around eleven."
Li Hui chuckled. "So, you still don't have an alibi."
"Li Hui, go and ask Xing Ziqiang, what's the relationship between Xing Ziqiang and Xing Jianbin?"
"No, no, no, I admit it. I lied." Xing Ziqiang waved his hands.
"Why did you lie?" Han Bin asked.
"I don't have a good relationship with Xing Jianbin. He used to do multi-level marketing and cheated me of my money, making me lose tens of thousands. I can't wait for him to die." Xing Ziqiang clenched his fists and gritted his teeth.
"If you don't have a good relationship, then you don't have a good relationship. Why did you lie?"
"I'm afraid." Xing Ziqiang sighed and looked at the two. "I'm afraid that you'll suspect me."
"Why were you so surprised when Officer Li questioned you just now?" Han Bin asked.
"Last night, when I came back, I saw a car parked next to Xing Jianbin's house. That's why I was surprised," Xing Ziqiang explained.
"Since you saw it, why didn't you tell me?" Li Hui said angrily.
"I don't want to get myself into trouble. Xing Jianbin deserved to die, and I don't want to help him."
"It's because of people like you that criminals can get away scot-free. If he can kill Xing Jianbin today, then he can kill you tomorrow." Li Hui stretched out his right hand and pointed at Xing Ziqiang's nose, lecturing him.
"I know I'm wrong. In the future, I'll definitely cooperate with the police." Xing Ziqiang's fat face was about to cry.
Han Bin took out his notebook. "What's the license plate number?"
Xing Ziqiang thought for a moment. "I drank last night and only took a glance. I can't remember."
"What car?"
"I think it's a van."
"Are you sure?"
Xing Ziqiang thought for a moment. "I'm sure. It's a van."
"Color?"
"Silver-gray."
"Are there any other characteristics?"
"There seems to be an advertisement on the rear window of the van." Xing Ziqiang tried hard to recall.
"What was written?"
"I really can't remember."
"Follow us to the police station later for a statement," Li Hui said.
"Yes, yes," Xing Ziqiang said hurriedly.
…
"Captain Zheng, Captain Zeng, we found a new clue here," Han Bin said.
"What clue?"
"The victim's neighbor, Xing Ziqiang, came back from drinking last night and saw a silver-gray van near Xing Jianbin's house. There was an advertisement on the rear window."
"When did you find it?" Zheng Kaixuan asked.
"Around eleven o 'clock in the evening," Han Bin replied.
"Good. This clue is very important. When Zhao Ming retrieves the nearby surveillance cameras, we can conduct a targeted investigation. Perhaps we can find traces of the suspect," Zheng Kaixuan said.
…
After returning to the police station …
Zhao Ming, Han Bin, and Li Hui went straight to the surveillance room and began to look for the suspect.
Zhao Ming was in charge of investigating the surveillance cameras of the surrounding shops and residents' homes.
Han Bin and Li Hui were in charge of the surveillance cameras of the intersections near the crime scene that had been transferred from the Traffic Police Surveillance Center.
Many people's first impression of a criminal police officer was that it was exciting and thrilling. In fact, most of the work of a criminal police officer was very hard and boring.
Investigating the surveillance cameras was a typical boring job.
Han Bin's eyes had to be glued to the surveillance cameras. He could not miss a single car or a single detail.
The sky was dark at night, and the surveillance cameras were not clear. He had to watch carefully. If he was slightly distracted, he might miss the key to solving the case.
"I found something here," Zhao Ming shouted.
Han Bin moved closer. "You found a suspicious car?"
"Brother Bin, look at this car. Is it the one that the witness saw?" Zhao Ming pointed at the screen.
Han Bin looked at the video. The sky was a little dark, but he could vaguely make out that it was a silver-gray car. The video continued to play. The rear window of the silver-gray car was captured, and some words could be vaguely seen.
"Where is this car going?" Han Bin asked.
"It's leaving Xing Jianbin's house. It's a small road. It should be deliberately avoiding the road surveillance cameras," Zhao Ming said.
Han Bin looked at the time. It was half past eleven.
"Just right!"
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