Han Bin answered the call. "Hello."
"Brother Bin, we've checked internally in the system. Fan Zhenye's ID has no record of him booking a room," Zhao Ming said.
"Not even once," Han Bin said.
"No." Zhao Ming replied and changed the topic. "I think he's either renting a house or going on a date with the girl."
"If Fan Zhenye really has a mistress, there will definitely be extra expenses. Go to the bank and check the transfer and spending records," Han Bin said.
"Understood," Zhao Ming replied.
Han Bin hung up and stretched. "Xiaopeng, let's go out for a bit."
"Team Leader, where are we going?"
"To get a massage."
"I've also summoned other people. If there's no one in the office, what if they come to give statements?" Sun Xiaopeng asked.
"Don't worry, Captain Zheng is watching," Han Bin said.
"Yes." Sun Xiaopeng got up and started packing.
"Oh right, tomorrow noon is the deadline. Record the people who didn't come to the police station to give statements and investigate them."
"Understood."
…
Half an hour later, Han Bin and Sun Xiaopeng arrived at Master Wang Physical Therapy and Massage Shop on Heping Road.
The massage shop was divided into two floors. On the white sign, there were eight green words: Master Wang Physical Therapy and Massage Shop.
There was also a sign in front of the shop. The whole sign was green, with the words Acupuncture, Massage, and Cupping.
"Team Leader, this sign is really interesting. It's the first time I've seen a green sign," Sun Xiaopeng said with a smile.
Han Bin smiled but didn't say anything. It was not easy to answer.
The two parked the car in front of the shop and walked into Master Wang Physical Therapy and Massage Shop.
A man in his thirties wearing a white coat was sitting behind the counter. When he saw Han Bin and Sun Xiaopeng, he stood up and asked, "Are you here for acupuncture or massage?"
Han Bin looked at him and didn't answer his question. "Are there any other masseurs?"
"Just me. This is a legitimate massage parlor. If you feel uncomfortable, you can tell me," the man said meaningfully.
"I'm a police officer." Han Bin flashed his police badge.
"Comrade, this is the standard, absolute green," the man in the white coat said seriously.
"I'm a criminal police officer. I'm not in charge of those messy things. I'm investigating a criminal case, and I'd like to ask for your assistance," Han Bin explained.
"Criminal case? How could I be related to a criminal case?"
"If you're not busy right now, I'd like to ask you to take a statement."
The man in the white coat made an inviting gesture and pointed to the sofa at the side. "Please take a seat here."
After the two of them sat on the sofa, Sun Xiaopeng turned on the law enforcement recorder, and Han Bin began to routinely ask, "Name, age …"
"Wang Lushan, 32 years old …"
"On the night of October 27th, what time did your shop close?" Han Bin asked.
"On the 27th, let me think." Wang Lushan mumbled and recalled. "Normally, there are no customers at night, so I close around eight or nine o 'clock. However, I remember there was a customer that day, and he didn't leave until 9: 30."
"What's the name of the customer?" Han Bin asked.
"Aiyo, I can't remember. There are so many customers every day. I can recognize them when I see them, but I can't remember their names." Wang Lushan shook his head.
Han Bin took out his phone and showed him Wang Zijia's photo. "Do you know this person?"
"Yes, I remember now. He was the one who was massaging here that day."
"Is there a surveillance camera?"
"Yes."
"Show me. I want to take a look."
"Wait a moment." Wang Lushan stood up and walked behind the counter. He checked the surveillance camera on the night of October 27th.
Han Bin also went over to take a look. On October 27th, Wang Zijia entered the shop at around 8 o 'clock. At that time, there was another customer who was massaging. After that customer left, it was Wang Zijia's turn. When Wang Zijia left the shop, it was already 9: 33.
It took half an hour to get to Jing 'an South Road from here, which meant that Wang Zijia really didn't have time to commit crimes that night.
"Master Wang, thank you for cooperating with us." Han Bin took the initiative to shake hands with him.
"It's my duty. It's every citizen's duty to cooperate with the police," Wang Lushan said.
"Ring ring ring …" At this moment, a phone rang.
Han Bin took out his phone and looked at it. It was a call from Li Hui.
Han Bin nodded and then left the massage shop. "Hello."
"Brother Bin, where are you?"
"I'm outside investigating. What's wrong?" Han Bin asked.
"I found some clues in the traffic police surveillance center."
"What clues?"
"I checked the GPS track of the Mercedes-Benz and found the surveillance video of the Mercedes-Benz a few days ago. I found a white Nissan car has been following the Mercedes-Benz," Li Hui said.
Han Bin thought for a moment. "Did you find the owner's information?"
"It's a fake car with an SUV license plate. I haven't found the owner's information yet."
"This clue is very important. You should investigate the identity of the owner of the fake car. Even if this person is not the murderer, he must be related to the case," Han Bin said.
"Got it," Li Hui said.
…
Forty minutes later, Han Bin and Sun Xiaopeng arrived at the Traffic Police Detachment Monitoring Center, where they could check the surveillance of the entire Qingdao City.
Han Bin and Sun Xiaopeng also joined the investigation of the Nissan car.
During the investigation, Han Bin found that the white Nissan car had been following Fan Zhenye since mid-October.
This Nissan car was usually parked on the side of the road near Guangxia Road, but on the 28th, the Nissan car drove out of the city and never appeared in the Skynet's surveillance again.
Fan Zhenye died on October 27th, and the car disappeared on October 28th. No one would believe that there was no problem with it.
White Nissan cars were very common, and it had already been driven out of the city. The suspect would definitely change the license plate, so it was not easy to track it. Han Bin changed his investigation method.
The driver of Nissan cars rarely showed up, but the car had to be refueled. In the surveillance of a gas station, they found the front face of the owner of the Nissan car. After face recognition in the police system, they found the owner's real identity.
Name: Guo Mingxing
Age: 42
Occupation: Freelance
Mobile Number: 1342215 XXXX
Address: Qingdao City, Darong District
Previous Conviction: Provocative Crime
…
Darong District, Building 4, Unit 1, 2501.
Guo Mingxing sat at the coffee table. On the table, there was a plate of peanuts, a salted duck egg, a plate of pig head meat, and a bottle of Fenjiu.
Guo Mingxing poured a glass of wine and took a sip. He picked up a piece of pig head meat and showed a look of reminiscence.
"Knock knock." There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
"The one downstairs, the heater in your house is leaking." A man's voice came from outside the door.
Guo Mingxing got up and walked to the door. "The heater hasn't been turned on yet. Why is there a leak?"
"Brother, you don't know that the heater is testing the water. No wonder your house is leaking." The man outside the door said.
"That's not right. There is no one living downstairs," Guo Mingxing said.
"Oh, I just moved here." The man outside said.
Guo Mingxing looked through the peephole. "Are you a tenant?"
A man stood outside the door and said, "Yes, come with me. The water is leaking all over the floor."
"Is your furniture okay?" Guo Mingxing asked.
"The top of the wall is wet. The sofa is also leaking a lot of water," the man said.
"Comrade, I can open the door for you. But let's talk nicely. Don't use violence." Guo Mingxing showed a bitter smile.
"What do you mean?" The man outside asked.
"You are a comrade from the police station, right? If you need me, just call me and I will go to the station myself. There is no need to come here." Guo Mingxing probed.
"You misunderstood. I am not from the police station. I am a new tenant. Come with me."
"Okay, I will open the door for you." Guo Mingxing answered and opened the door.
Then, Han Bin led Li Hui, Sun Xiaopeng, and a few policemen into the house. When he saw the scene in the house, he couldn't help but be stunned.
Guo Mingxing held his head with his hands and squatted on the ground. He squeezed out a smile on his face. "Comrade, I am willing to cooperate. What is it?"
Han Bin was stunned. He felt like punching cotton.
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