The third prison was located in the outskirts of Qingdao, where Qin Pingshan was being held.
Under the guidance of the prison guard, Han Bin met Qin Pingshan in the prison.
Qin Pingshan was in his fifties, and his hair had already turned white. After seeing Han Bin and Zhao Ming, he gave a 90-degree bow.
"Good day, leaders!"
"Qin Pingshan, do you know why I asked you to come here?" Han Bin asked.
"I don't know, but I will definitely follow your orders," Qin Pingshan said quickly.
Han Bin was very satisfied with the other party's attitude. He thought to himself, Those who have received education here are more sensible than those outside.
"Do you know Lv Jiawei?" Han Bin asked.
"Lv Jiawei," Qin Pingshan mumbled, then asked, "Is it Lv Jiawei from Xidiying Village?"
"Yes."
"I know him, but he died a long time ago," Qin Pingshan said.
"How do you know he's dead?"
"Ten years ago, Lv Jiawei wanted to open a factory, but he didn't have enough money, so he came to me to borrow money. Who knew that he would die, and the money I lent him was in vain," Qin Pingshan sighed.
"What's your relationship with him? Why did you lend him money?" Han Bin asked.
"Back then, I … Sigh, to tell you the truth, back then, I was just greedy for that little bit of interest. I wasn't familiar with him, but he gave me a higher interest, so I lent him the money," Qin Pingshan said.
"If you're a lender, just say it. Why are you beating around the bush?" Zhao Ming snorted.
"I heard that before Lv Jiawei died, you've been chasing him for money?" Han Bin asked.
"Yes, it's not easy. Money doesn't grow on trees, right?"
"If Lv Jiawei doesn't want to pay back the money, how are you going to deal with him?"
"I'll keep chasing him. I believe that when he has money, he will definitely pay me back," Qin Pingshan said.
"Have you ever thought of killing his whole family to vent your anger?" Zhao Ming probed.
"Look at what you're saying, I don't dare, I don't dare."
"July 15, 2009, between 12 and 4 am, where were you?" Han Bin asked.
"I can't remember."
"If you can't remember clearly, think about it carefully."
"This case has nothing to do with me. It really has nothing to do with me." Qin Pingshan quickly denied it.
"Qin Pingshan, you're considered a gangster. Let's not beat around the bush. If we didn't have any evidence, we wouldn't have come to you. Are you going to brush us off with just a few words?" Zhao Ming snorted.
"No, no, no, I don't have that thought."
"We have plenty of time. If you can't remember anything related to the 715 case, we can talk about your loan," Han Bin said.
"Don't. I'm thinking now. I'll cooperate with the police." Qin Pingshan's expression changed slightly, and he quickly changed his words.
Han Bin was not in a hurry. He leaned back in his chair and quietly waited for him to speak.
"Sigh, Lv Jiawei's death really has nothing to do with me. We're here to collect the debt. If he's dead, who are we going to collect it from?" Qin Pingshan sighed and slowly said, "I remember. When I found out that Lv Jiawei was dead, I was more upset than anyone else. I think I was as upset as his father. If he died, no one would pay me back."
"At that time, I even went to Lv Jiawei's house. In the end, the adults in their family died, and Lv Jiawei didn't have much money left. All that was left was a dilapidated house with people burned to death. That was a haunted house. No one would buy it at all. The money couldn't be collected either." As Qin Pingshan spoke, he swallowed his saliva. "Leader, can I have a cigarette?"
Han Bin nodded slightly. Zhao Ming, who was at the side, lit a Zhonghua and handed it to Qin Pingshan.
Qin Pingshan took the cigarette and quickly took a few puffs. "Zhonghua, this is a good cigarette. Ever since I came in, I haven't smoked such a good cigarette."
"If you explain well, I'll leave you a pack of cigarettes before you leave," Han Bin said.
"Thank you, leader. Thank you, leader."
Qin Pingshan took another two puffs. "If I can't collect the debt, my losses will be huge. That year, I was a little angry, so I asked around to find out who did the case."
"How do you know that this case is related to the people in the underworld?" Zhao Ming questioned.
"I guessed. Besides, I only know these brothers in the underworld. They are well-informed. Even if the police have news, I don't dare to ask around." Qin Pingshan took a deep breath and finished the cigarette. "Leader, do you have any more?"
Han Bin took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to him. "I don't have Zhonghua. You can have this pack of cigarettes."
"Thank you, leader." Qin Pingshan hurriedly took out a cigarette and lit it. He took a puff and said with a reminiscing expression, "I was thinking that since the case was so big, most people wouldn't dare to do it. People from the underworld would be more suspicious."
"Later, I asked around and found out something. There was a kid called Cao Erhu who was also in the underworld. This kid was good at fighting, dared to fight, and was ruthless enough. He had some fame in the underworld. It was said that before the 715 case, he asked about Lv Jiawei from his brothers in the underworld. After the 715 case happened, he left Qin Island. However, I don't know if it's true or not."
"Why did he ask about Lv Jiawei?"
"I don't know either."
"Is Cao Erhu's real name?"
"I don't know. That's what the people in the underworld call him."
"Does he have any characteristics?"
"This kid has a scar on his face and a big bald head. I'm not very familiar with him. I've only met him two or three times. I can't remember what he looks like exactly," Qin Pingshan recalled.
"Do you know Liang Zhibo?"
"No."
"What about Wang Jinbao?"
"I have a slight impression. This kid seems to have been in the underworld before, but I'm not very familiar with him."
"Wang Jinbao and Cao Erhu are both in the underworld. Do they know each other?"
Qin Pingshan puffed out a mouthful of smoke. "I'm not sure, but from what I know, they're different."
"How is it different?"
"They're different. Wang Jinbao just takes advantage of loopholes, swindles, and makes some money. Cao Erhu is different. This kid dares to fight and kill. He's ruthless. I heard that this kid has a murder case on his hands."
"If you know so much, why didn't you tell the police earlier?" Zhao Ming harrumphed.
"It's all gossip. I just heard it. I don't know if it's true or not, and I don't want to cause trouble for the police," Qin Pingshan said.
"Do Lv Jiawei and Cao Erhu know each other?" Han Bin asked.
"Boss, do you think Cao Erhu killed Lv Jiawei?" Qin Pingshan probed.
Han Bin stared at him for a while. "Lv Jiawei is not dead."
"What? He's not dead? How is that possible!" Qin Pingshan said in surprise.
"Is there a need for the police to lie to you?" Zhao Ming snorted.
"If this grandson is not dead, then who was burned to death?" Qin Pingshan was stunned for a moment before cursing, "Motherf * cker, this grandson must be trying to escape his debt. He's really a f * cking scum …"
After the interrogation, Zhao Ming collected Qin Pingshan's fingerprints and shoe prints before the two left the prison.
After the 715 case, the police found a bloody fingerprint and some footprints in Lv Jiawei's yard.
These could be used as evidence against the suspect.
Cao Erhu was a suspect.
Qin Pingshan was more suspicious. Han Bin did not fully believe his words.
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