"Maybe I remembered wrongly," Liu Zhixin quibbled.
"Liu Zhixin, do you think we're three-year-olds? We've recorded your statement. You can't deny it," Li Hui scolded.
"I'm innocent."
Han Bin sneered. "How are you innocent?"
"Even if there's my skin under Sun Qifeng's fingernails, it only means that he's caught me. It doesn't mean that I'm the murderer."
Han Bin changed the topic. "Liu Zhixin, have you been to Hengding Line recently?"
"No."
Han Bin leaned against the table. "Do you want to know how we caught you?"
"Yes."
"Footprints."
"Footprints?" Liu Zhixin was a little puzzled. He wanted to touch his head out of habit, but he couldn't reach it.
"The footprints you left at the scene of the abandoned car were different from Sun Qifeng's."
"How can you be sure that they're my footprints?" Liu Zhixin asked.
"People have different physiques and walking postures. The wear and tear marks on their shoes are also different. Just like fingerprints, they're all unique."
"You found me with just my footprints," Liu Zhixin muttered to himself.
"Your footprints are everywhere at the scene of the abandoned body. You can't deny it," Han Bin said seriously.
"Haha, footprints, because of a footprint …" Liu Zhixin let out a strange laugh.
"Liu Zhixin, if you confess, you'll be lenient. If you resist, you'll be severely punished," Li Hui said.
"Hehe, lenient? Severely punished? "Liu Zhixin shook his head." Does it still mean anything to me? "
"Think about your wife. If you don't confess, she'll continue to bear the responsibility. Her crime will be even heavier," Han Bin said.
Liu Zhixin rested his forehead on his hand and was silent for a long time.
Just when Li Hui was getting impatient and wanted to urge him.
Liu Zhixin spoke.
"I did it."
"Speak clearly."
Liu Zhixin twisted his hands together. "I killed Xing Jianbin and Sun Qifeng. I also took the money."
"Why did you kill Xing Jianbin?"
"He deserved to die."
"What grudge do you have with him?"
"Sun Qifeng followed him to do MLM and borrowed money from me. In the end, he lost it all at once. He still hasn't paid it off, let alone promised interest," Liu Zhixin said.
"Doesn't Sun Qifeng have a van? Why don't you use the van to pay off the debt? "Li Hui asked.
"That piece of broken bread has already been used several times. How much can it be worth?" Liu Zhixin was somewhat disdainful.
"Why kill Sun Qifeng?"
"I need a means of transportation to commit a crime, but after I'm done, the means of transportation can be easily found. I don't want to be traced back to me."
"You sure are ruthless." Li Hui snorted.
Liu Zhixin smiled and asked, "Police comrade, is the noodles I cooked delicious?"
"Why did you suddenly ask about this?"
"You guys ate at the noodle house. I don't think you paid yet," Liu Zhixin said.
"We won't go back on our words. Our Captain Zeng has already paid for the meal to your wife."
"Thank you," Liu Zhixin said.
Li Hui knocked on the table and said, "Look at the situation, and you're still thinking about your little money."
"Running a noodle restaurant is hard money, especially in the summer when the kitchen is like a stove. My hard-earned money was cheated out of me. It's no different from taking my life." Liu Zhixin was a little agitated. He patted the seat and shouted,
He slapped the chair and shouted, "Those who engage in MLM are the real hungry wolves who kill without spilling blood!"
"Where's the money?"
Liu Zhixin leaned back in his chair and said, "I don't know."
"At this time, you still refuse to tell us where the money is?"
"Ask my wife." After saying that, Liu Zhixin closed his eyes.
No matter what Han Bin and Li Hui said, he did not say another word.
After leaving the interrogation room, Li Hui could not help but ask, "What does this guy mean? He's already given up, but he still refuses to tell us where the money is hidden?"
Han Bin sighed and said, "He's creating an opportunity for his wife to make a contribution."
"This …" Li Hui opened his mouth but did not know what to say.
…
Liu Zhixin had given up, and his wife no longer insisted.
To reduce her crime, she confessed where the money was hidden.
It was buried in a forest in a nearby park.
Two hundred thousand dollars and three hundred thousand yuan were all recovered, and the case was completely solved!
Team Three and Team Two were commended by their leaders.
…
"Congratulations, Officer 577533, for solving your first murder case."
"Footprints Identification, Proficiency + 3; Expression Analysis, Proficiency + 3."
"You're awarded 10 honor points."
Han Bin smiled. His efforts had finally been worth it.
This case was the most complicated and arduous, but the rewards were also very generous.
This case alone was enough to pay for the installment bill for Expression Analysis, and even more.
Han Bin could relax during this time and not worry about the installment bill all day.
…
It was already nine at night when they finished the case.
To reward Team Two, Zheng Kaixuan treated everyone to dinner.
On the issue of what to eat, everyone started a heated discussion.
Li Hui suggested barbecue.
Tian Li suggested stir-fried food.
Zhao Ming suggested hotpot.
Zeng Ping abstained.
Han Bin hadn't had hotpot for a long time, and he was craving it.
In the end, Zhao Ming's proposal won by more than half.
There was a Nine Gates hotpot restaurant not far from the branch office.
The six of them asked for a private room. There was mutton, beef, tripe, fish sauce, lettuce, cabbage, enoki mushrooms, black fungus, and so on.
They ordered an entire table of dishes.
They had wanted to drink some wine, but Zheng Kaixuan, Zeng Ping, and Li Hui were all driving, so they gave up.
When the water boiled, Han Bin picked up the mutton and put half of it in the soup.
"Brother Bin, you're eating too much. You put the whole plate of meat in." Li Hui smacked his lips.
"You have such a big mouth. If you put half of the meat in with your chopsticks, will others still eat it?" Han Bin snorted.
"Han Bin is right. This mutton is only delicious when eaten in big bites," Zheng Kaixuan said and stretched out his hand. "The meat is cooked. Eat your chopsticks."
The people present all had big appetites. Each of them took a chopstick and finished a plate of meat.
"This mutton tastes good," Zheng Kaixuan praised.
"I heard it's from Inner Meng." Zhao Ming gritted his teeth because it was hot.
Zeng Ping smiled. "This mutton is chewier when cut by hand."
"This spicy soup is too spicy. Is the boss from Shancheng?" Tian Li quickly took a sip of yogurt.
"This is good enough." Han Bin pointed at the hotpot and smiled. "Eating hotpot in an air-conditioned room in summer is enjoyable."
…
"Hello, this is the 110 police service center."
"Hello, I want to call the police." A woman's voice came from the phone.
"What do you need help with?" The police officer asked.
"My son was beaten to death." The woman cried.
"Madam, are you saying that your son was killed?" The police officer confirmed.
"Yes, quickly send the police to catch the murderer and avenge my son." The woman cried loudly.
"When did you find out that your son was killed?"
"Just now."
"Where are you?"
"Xiang City International. My son's body is in the green belt of the neighborhood. Sob sob …" The woman cried again.
"Madam, don't worry. I will call the police now and send the police to deal with it." The operator did not get a response.
The woman who reported the case seemed to be too sad and could not speak anymore.
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