Han Bin operated on the computer for a while and found a high-definition screenshot. The license plate of the black sedan was LuB512xx.
The car was driving from the intersection of Linan Street to Pingxin Street. When it passed by Linan Street, the car was still intact, but when it reached the intersection of Pingxin Street, the front of the car was damaged.
The distance between the two intersections was only a few kilometers, but the car had driven for nearly an hour.
For the car to stay on the road near the dump site for so long, there must have been an accident.
Han Bin called Li Hui and asked him to check if LuB512xx had been involved in an accident with the insurance company and the traffic police.
Soon, Han Bin received a reply. Neither the traffic police nor the insurance company had received a call about the car accident.
This was very abnormal. Since there was a traffic accident, it was reasonable to call the police and the insurance company for compensation. Otherwise, what was the point of spending thousands of yuan on car insurance every year?
Han Bin immediately realized that there must be something wrong with the car.
Han Bin directly pulled up the car owner's information from the traffic police.
Car owner: Wang Zengmin
Date of birth: May 15, 1990
Cell phone number: 13705 XXXX
Model: Black Volkswagen
Address: Qindao City, Yuhua District, Ping Xincun, 114
Han Bin had never been to Ping Xincun before. The countryside was different from the city. Even if you had the address, if you were not from the village, it would be difficult to find the specific location.
Han Bin and Qiu Yiming met at the entrance of Ping Xincun and drove directly to the village committee.
The village chief was Li Jianxin, in his early forties. He was wearing a cotton hat and a blue mask.
After getting to know each other, Li Jianxin personally brought Han Bin and the others to Wang Zengmin's house.
On the way, Li Jianxin could not help but ask, "Officer, why are you looking for Wang Zengmin? It's almost Chinese New Year, why did you come all the way here?"
"Does Wang Zengmin have a black Volkswagen at home?" Han Bin asked.
"Aiyo, I really don't know about this, but life is better now. Most people have a car. Even if you don't buy it usually, you still have to buy it when you marry a wife. If you don't buy a car these days, which girl will be willing to be with you?" Li Jianxin said.
Although Li Jianxin had said a lot, his words were basically useless.
Han Bin handed him a cigarette. "Village Chief Li, is there any surveillance in our village?"
"There is one at the west of the village and another at the entrance of the village committee. If you want to check the surveillance, you can go to the village committee anytime."
Ping Xin Village was not big. After walking for a few minutes, Li Jianxin stopped in his tracks and pointed at an iron gate not far away. "Comrade, that's Wang Zengmin's house. I won't be going. After all, we're from the same village."
"Alright, you may go ahead with your work." Han Bin said as he watched Village Chief Li Jianxin leave.
Zhao Ming sized it up. "Yo, this iron gate is quite grand. It's like a small villa."
Qiu Yiming smiled. "Nowadays, people who get married must have a house. It's best to buy a house in the city. If you can't afford a house in the city, you can build a house in the village. Every family has built a good house. If it's not, it'll be hard for you to get a wife."
"Tsk tsk, it's a big deal to get a wife these days," Zhao Ming joked.
Qiu Yiming nodded. "It's really a big deal."
Han Bin walked to the door and looked down. There were tire marks on the slope of the door. A couplet had been pasted on the glass bricks on both sides of the door. It read, "Everything goes according to your wishes. Everything goes smoothly. The auspicious star arrives. Wealth will flow in."
Zhao Ming walked forward and knocked on the door. "Is anyone there?"
"Who is it?"
"Open the door."
Not long after, a man in his thirties walked to the iron gate. He glanced at Han Bin and the others. His eyes fell on Qiu Yiming. "What can I do for you?"
"Open the door. We are police officers." Zhao Ming showed his police badge.
The man opened the door with a confused look. "Police officers, what can I do for you?"
"What's your name?"
"Wang Zengmin."
"Do you have a black Volkswagen car at home?"
"Yes, what's wrong?"
Zhao Ming walked straight in and glanced at the yard. "Where's the car?"
"The car was lent out."
"Who did you lend it to, and when?"
Before Wang Zengmin could reply, a voice came from the yard. "What's wrong? Who's outside?"
A woman in her thirties walked out. She was wearing an apron and her hands were still dipped in flour.
"Dear, these are the police officers. They're asking about our car," Wang Zengmin said.
"What car? We don't have a car." The woman pulled Wang Zengmin. "Officer, we don't have a car. You should go to someone else's house and ask."
Zhao Ming frowned and scolded, "I'm asking you a question. Don't just say it."
"This is my house. You don't let me speak?" The woman raised her head and became even angrier.
"Wang Zengmin just admitted that you have a black Volkswagen car at home. Now you deny it. Do you think we are stupid?" Zhao Ming retorted.
"We do have a Volkswagen car, but it has been lent to someone else. We don't even have a car at home," the woman argued.
"Who did you lend it to?"
Wang Zengmin's wife said, "To a friend."
"Which friend?"
"I can't remember. Can you let us think about it?" Wang Zengmin's wife asked.
"Okay." Han Bin waved his hand. "Bring both of them back to the police station. Find a quiet house and let them think about it."
Qiu Yiming gave the two officers a look. "Take them away."
"Don't, don't, don't. Officer, let's talk this out." Wang Zengmin was anxious. It was almost the Lunar New Year. Who would want to go to the police station at this time? What if they couldn't get out?
Zhao Ming stared at him. "What did you say? We found your house because we have sufficient evidence. We have already investigated you. Why are you still trying to pester us?"
"Yes, yes. My wife doesn't know any better. Please don't lower yourself to her level." Wang Zengmin said in a flattering tone.
"Where's the car?"
"Yesterday morning, my little …" Before Wang Zengmin could finish, his wife covered his mouth. "Don't say it. Let me say it …"
"Slap!"
Wang Zengmin waved his arm and slapped his wife's face. "This woman, I just gave you two days of kindness, and you're taking advantage of me. It's fine if you fool around, but you dare to talk nonsense in front of the police. Do you want to live?"
"How dare you hit me …" Wang Zengmin's wife was anxious. She wanted to pull her arm back.
"Slap!"
Wang Zengmin was tall and had long arms. He slapped his wife again. "Are you crazy? Go back. If you say one more word, go back to your mother's house."
"Boohoo …" Wang Zengmin's wife covered her face and ran back into the house in tears.
Wang Zengmin glanced at her. When he came back to his senses, he put on a smiling face. "Officer, this woman doesn't know any better. Don't lower yourself to her level."
"Wang Zengmin, it's not appropriate for the police to interfere with your family conflict. But I still have to warn you." Han Bin showed a serious expression.
"In the future, don't hit your wife in front of the police. Do you understand?"
"Yes, yes. You're right. My wife is uncultured, immature, and doesn't know how to control her mouth. She always causes trouble for you. If you don't hit her, she won't remember." Wang Zengmin sighed.
"I'm doing it for her own good."
"That's true." Qiu Yiming sneered. If it wasn't for Wang Zengmin's two slaps, his wife would have to go to the police station.
"Back to the topic. Where's the car?"
"Yesterday morning, a relative drove the car away. He wanted to take his girlfriend to the city to play. He hasn't returned the car yet," Wang Zengmin said.
Han Bin looked at the driver through the high-definition camera. He carefully looked at Wang Zengmin. The two of them didn't look alike.
"What relative? What's his name? "
Wang Zengmin revealed an awkward expression. "Chen Lisheng, my brother-in-law."
Zhao Ming snorted. "Haha, those two slaps weren't wrong."
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