Han Bin took a sip of water to moisten his throat: "What are you going to do with that money?"
"Save my life."
Han Bin was interested: "Tell me in detail, how do you want to save your life?"
"I am going to take out 400,000 yuan to hire the best lawyer to help me plead not guilty. I don't want to go to jail." Wang Zijia sighed.
"If you lose the case, are you not afraid of the death penalty?"
"Not as long as I have money, I will appeal."
"Where does your confidence come from?" Han Bin questioned.
"As long as the family of the deceased is willing to forgive me and is willing to issue a letter of understanding, even if the evidence is sufficient, I believe the judge will not sentence me to death." Wang Zijia said.
"Bah, you killed them, and you still want the family to forgive you." Sun Xiaopeng was a little shameless.
"She will." Wang Zijia said with certainty.
Han Bin thought for a moment and subconsciously said: "With the remaining 700,000 yuan."
"As long as I am willing to return the 700,000 yuan to Cai Xiuyan, she will definitely issue a letter of understanding. Definitely." Wang Zijia said.
"You are quite thoughtful." Han Bin snorted.
But he had to admit that Wang Zijia's words did make sense. With his understanding of Cai Xiuyan, this woman could really do it.
With 1.1 million in loot, Wang Zijia had double insurance. For the sake of freedom, he had to fight for it.
Because once he went to jail, he would not be able to spend the 1.1 million yuan.
"1.2 million yuan is not a small amount. Why didn't Fan Zhenye directly deposit the money into the bank account of the financial management company, but into your bank account?" Han Bin asked the doubt in his heart.
"At that time, we were in the honeymoon period. I advised him to divorce Cai Xiuyan, and he agreed." Wang Zijia's voice was a little choked. After a pause, he continued:
"I told him that if he directly transferred the money to the company account, once he and Cai Xiuyan divorced, the court could also trace the money. At that time, the investment income would be divided in half. It was better to deposit the money in my account, and then I would transfer the money to the company account. In this way, there would be no way to trace it directly to the financial management company, and the financial management contract would still be written in his name."
"In the end, you forged a fake financial contract and embezzled the money," Han Bin guessed.
The corners of Wang Zijia's mouth rose slightly. "He's just a beggar. He doesn't know much about investment and finance. He felt that what I said made sense, so he agreed to my suggestion."
"Then why did you kill him?" Han Bin asked.
"Recently, Fan Zhenye has been studying the knowledge of investment and financial management. He seems to have started to doubt that contract. A few days ago, he even showed the contract to a divorce lawyer. That lawyer found that there was a problem with the contract. He even questioned me about it. I told him that the divorce lawyer didn't understand business, so I barely managed to deal with it. I know that he already has doubts about me. I have to end this. This money is mine. It's what I deserve. No one can take it away from me."
The more Wang Zijia spoke, the more agitated he became. With a sobbing tone, he shouted, "Officer Han, I am willing to plead guilty. I killed Fan Zhenye. I am willing to cooperate with the police investigation. Please don't sentence me to death."
"What were you doing earlier?" Sun Xiaopeng said disdainfully.
"I beg you, even if it's life imprisonment, I'll accept it. I don't want to die. I don't want to die." Wang Zijia's snot and tears flowed down his face.
Han Bin asked about some details of the crime. Wang Zijia cooperated and told them everything. With the verification of the two, the chain of evidence was more complete.
…
Back in the office, Han Bin told everyone about the interrogation. Everyone was excited. The case was finally closed.
After lunch, Han Bin and the others escorted Wang Zijia to identify the scene and complete the procedures to close the case.
They were busy until five o 'clock in the afternoon. Han Bin finished his work and sat on the chair to rest for a while.
"Congratulations, Officer 577533, for successfully solving the murder case." The police badge's notification sounded.
"Footprints identification: proficiency + 2"
"Micro-expression analysis: proficiency + 2"
"Observation: proficiency + 1"
"16 merit points awarded."
While Han Bin was immersed in the joy of the reward, Li Hui walked over and said with a smile, "Brother Bin, can I discuss something with you?"
"What is it?"
Li Hui rubbed his hands. "I want to rest tomorrow, can I?"
"Rest is fine. Look at you, b * tch …" Halfway through, Han Bin suddenly came to a realization and said with a smile, "You're not going to ask that girl out, are you?"
"I've already got her contact information. I can't just not say anything." Li Hui scratched his head.
"Not bad. You're very efficient." Han Bin waved his fist and hit Li Hui's chest.
"Shh, shh, lower your voice. We haven't even gotten married yet. If they hear us, they'll start a commotion again." Li Hui whispered.
"Go ahead. If you get her, remember to treat me to a meal." Han Bin smiled.
"Of course." Li Hui chuckled as he revealed a look of longing.
Han Bin went to the captain's office again and reported his work to Zheng Kaixuan. When he returned to the office, there was nothing else to do, so he announced that he was off work.
In the car.
Li Hui seemed very excited. He kept talking along the way, asking Han Bin where they should go on a date for the first time, what was suitable for lunch, and whether he should give the girl a gift.
Han Bin did not hide anything and told Li Hui some of the dating taboos.
For example, pay attention to your own image. The clothes do not need to be too expensive, but they must be clean and tidy, not sloppy.
Second, you must arrive before the girl. You must not be late. Otherwise, unless the girl likes you very much, there will be no chance.
Third, don't ask about the girl's previous relationship history. This question was meaningless. Even if you asked, the girl might not tell the truth.
Fourth, if you like her, chase her boldly. If you don't like her, just end it. Don't be sloppy.
Han Bin only mentioned a few taboos. As for how to get along with the girl, Han Bin did not say. Everyone is different. You have to figure it out yourself.
There was also a big truth that Han Bin did not dare to say, "Talk a few more times, and you will understand everything."
…
When Han Bin returned home, it was almost seven o 'clock. It was just in time for dinner.
Other than Han Bin's parents, Han Bin's uncle, Wang Qingsheng, was also there.
Today, everyone was present. Wang Huifang made a few more dishes. There were vegetables, meat, and seafood. She even opened a bottle of white wine.
After the dishes were served, everyone took one. Han Bin took a bite and smiled. "Uncle, have you been exercising recently?"
"Yes, I exercise every morning. I've already started jogging. I feel much better than before. I'm full of energy every day." Wang Qingsheng smiled.
"Then why do I feel that you are fatter than before?" Han Bin asked.
"Hehe." Wang Qingsheng chuckled. "After exercising, my appetite is better than before. I might eat a little more."
Han Bin shook his head and laughed. "Uncle, you are already past the age of exercising to lose weight. Exercising now only strengthens your body. Dieting is still the main way to lose weight."
"I also want to eat less, but I can't stand not eating meat." Wang Qingsheng said helplessly.
"I didn't say you can't eat meat. Less, but more," Han Bin said.
"I'll remember that. Tonight is my last meal. I'll start dieting tomorrow." Wang Qingsheng patted his chest.
Han Bin did not know whether to laugh or cry. Why did these words sound so familiar?
After dinner, everyone sat together and drank tea and chatted.
Wang Huifang began watching If You Are the One again. Han Weidong and Han Bin talked about the case.
Wang Qingsheng was flipping through the picture book.
"Uncle, what are you doing?" Han Bin asked curiously.
"I have a big deal to do in the next two days. I have to do some research in advance," Wang Qingsheng said.
"Oh, what big business?" Han Weidong took the teapot and poured tea for Wang Qingsheng.
"A client wants a painting by Han Xuankun and wants me to buy an authentic one for him." Wang Qingsheng was afraid that the others did not understand, so he added, "Han Xuankun is a famous painter in Qin Island. He has even been on TV."
"Mm, I have some impression of him." Han Weidong recalled for a moment. "I remember … … not long ago, he died, right?"
"Yes, that's him. He just passed away."
"Buying a painting of a dead man is unlucky." Wang Huifang frowned.
Wang Qingsheng put down the picture book and chuckled. "Sister, you don't understand. This painting is valuable because he passed away."
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