"Last time, what happened to Zhao Xiaoshan?"
"He was beaten up. I told him to call the police, but he refused." Ning Yuerong choked with sobs.
"Why was he beaten up?"
"It has to do with his work."
"What does he do?"
"Xiaoshan is a web writer."
"Is it the kind of person who writes novels online?"
"Yes, yes, Xiaoshan works very hard. He writes every day. He's really diligent."
Chen Xia curled her lips: "Oh, what kind of serious work is that?"
Xiaoshan really likes to write novels. This is his dream. I believe that he will succeed and write a work that will be recognized by everyone. "Ning Yuerong's eyes revealed a determined look.
"Cough." Han Bin coughed lightly and interrupted the two of them: "Since he was writing at home, why was he beaten up?"
Ning Yuerong said helplessly: "Web writers have to update every day. A while ago, Xiaoshan was stuck at the computer table and couldn't think of anything even after sitting at the computer table for an entire day. He could only write one update a day, and a reader thought that he didn't update enough, so he beat him up."
"Pfft!"
Zhao Ming could not help but laugh. This reason was too melodramatic. He did not know if others believed it or not, but he did not believe it.
Han Bin glared at him and continued to ask: "I also read novels. The author's updates are indeed quite infuriating. It's normal to look down on him in this chapter, but it's not to the extent of beating him up, right?"
"I didn't believe it at first, so I asked Xiaoshan if there was any other reason. Xiaoshan said …" He even broke the chapter. "
Han Bin: "..."
Zhao Ming: "..."
Alright, Han Bin was also a little unsure about the latter reason.
Maybe... Maybe... Maybe it could be considered a motive.
"What's the name of the book friend who beat him up?"
"I don't know either. He refused to say."
Zhao Ming asked: "Since he was beaten up, why didn't he call the police?"
Ning Yuerong sighed: "He said that the book friend was so impulsive because he really liked his work. He was a hardcore fan of the novel, and also because he approved of him."
Chen Xia was a little speechless: "Aiya, do you think these web writers have become stupid from writing novels? They were beaten up and they were still secretly happy."
Ning Yuerong's eyes were red. "Mom, how could you say that? I know you don't like him and think that his job is unstable, but we truly love each other. He treats me very well. I don't care about his job."
"Mom also came from your age. It's for your own good. I don't expect you to find someone rich, but at least find someone with a proper job." Chen Xia said earnestly.
Ma Jingbo interrupted them. "Alright, let's go to Zhao Xiaoshan's house."
Building 1, Unit 2, Room 702.
"Ka." Ning Yuerong opened the door. "Xiaoshan, are you home?"
There was no response from the house.
Han Bin was the first to enter the house with a mask on his face. As soon as he entered the house, he saw the kitchen. There was no one inside, and there was no one in the living room either.
It was a two-bedroom apartment. Zhao Ming and Tian Li checked the room and toilet, but they didn't find Zhao Xiaoshan.
"Xiaoshan, where are you going?" Ning Yuerong cried.
Han Bin looked around. There wasn't much furniture in the living room. On the right was the master bedroom. There was only a bed, a wardrobe, and two bedside cabinets. The quilt on the bed was messy. It hadn't been tidied up after he woke up.
There was a desk and chair in the side bedroom. There was a computer, snacks, and a bowl of instant noodles on the desk.
Han Bin checked. There was still less than half of the instant noodles left. "Does Zhao Xiaoshan have a big appetite?"
"Yes, he uses his brain to write. He can't concentrate when he's hungry, so he usually eats more," Ning Yuerong said.
"Does he have a habit of eating leftovers?"
"No, he's very thrifty. When the two of us go out to eat, he'll eat the leftovers," Ning Yuerong said, and couldn't help but cry again.
"Looks like he left in a hurry." Ma Jingbo glanced at the bowl of instant noodles.
"Does he often eat instant noodles?"
"Yes, he doesn't cook often, and his cooking speed is relatively slow. He's afraid of wasting time writing, so he usually orders takeout. It's a special time now, so he often eats instant noodles."
Ma Jingbo put on a glove and touched the keyboard. "Don't his parents live in the city? Why doesn't he go home? "
"Writing requires space. He can't concentrate in a crowded place, which will affect his writing efficiency."
"In that case, this Zhao Xiaoshan is quite enterprising."
"Yes, Xiaoshan really likes writing."
Han Bin checked the windows. The sash was closed and in good condition. "Did he rent this house just for writing?"
"No, he bought it," Ning Yuerong said.
"Did his parents buy it, or did he buy it with his own money?"
Ning Yuerong said proudly, "Xiaoshan's family is average, and he has two brothers. His parents can't afford to buy him a house, so he bought it with his own money."
"How did he earn it?" Zhao Ming was surprised. Qin Island's housing prices weren't cheap. How many people in their twenties could buy a house with their own money?
"Writing. He bought it with the money he earned from writing."
"Damn, really? Writing novels can earn that much money." Zhao Ming was even more surprised.
Ning Yuerong glanced at her mother. "Although most authors don't earn money, Xiaoshan is different. He really works hard, loves this industry, and has a talent for writing. He can rely on this industry to support himself."
Zhao Ming still didn't believe it. "How much does he earn every month?"
Ning Yuerong glanced at her mother again. "Thirty or forty thousand."
"Tsk tsk, I want to change my career now." Han Bin laughed.
"Brother Bin, if you change your career, you have to bring me along," Zhao Ming joked.
"Go play somewhere else. Your family doesn't lack a house."
Zhao Ming: "…"
Han Bin took out his phone. "What's the name of Zhao Xiaoshan's novel?"
"The King of Real Estate."
Han Bin searched. "His pen name is Ning Xiaoshan."
"Yes."
Han Bin also read novels and could be considered an old bookworm. He had some understanding of the industry. He had never heard of the pen name Ning Xiaoshan, which meant that he was not a famous author.
He opened the book, The King of Real Estate, and felt that the results of this book were average. Could it really earn that much money?
Han Bin was a little doubtful.
He called Tian Li over and whispered a few words to her.
Then, they went to the living room and officially gave Ning Yuerong a statement.
Han Bin asked a routine question and went straight to the point. "How long have you known Zhao Xiaoshan?"
"More than a year."
"How is your relationship?"
"Pretty good. We're both serious and have common interests. We rarely fight," Ning Yuerong said.
"What time did you contact him yesterday morning?"
"Around eight."
"The exact time."
Ning Yuerong looked at the call history. "8: 32."
"When did you notice that you couldn't get through to his phone?"
"Around five in the afternoon. I sent him a WeChat message, but he didn't reply. I thought he was busy. At eight in the evening, I sent him a WeChat message, but he didn't reply. I called him at half past eight and found that his phone was down. That's when I realized that something was wrong. "
"Why didn't you call the police?"
"I wasn't sure if something had happened to him. I wanted to go to his house, but it was a special time. My parents wouldn't let me go out during the day, let alone at night. I thought that his phone might have run out of battery, so I waited for the whole night. Who knew …" Ning Yuerong sobbed again.
"Has there been anything strange about Zhao Xiaoshan recently?"
"No."
"Does he have any close friends?"
Ning Yuerong thought for a moment. "No. He's a homebody and doesn't have any close friends."
"What do you think about his disappearance?"
Ning Yuerong shook her head. "I don't know. I never thought that something like this would happen to him. He's a very good and kind person. This kind of thing shouldn't happen to him."
Seeing that Ning Yuerong was about to cry again, Han Bin changed the topic. "What's the relationship between your parents and Zhao Xiaoshan?"
"My parents don't really want us to be together. They think that Xiaoshan's family isn't that well off. He has a younger brother in college and doesn't have a proper job. They're afraid that I'll suffer if I marry into Xiaoshan's family. I can understand them. I know they're doing it for my own good. But they don't understand me and Xiaoshan. "
Ning Yuerong clasped her hands together and said with longing, "I believe that when Xiaoshan and I are together, our lives will get better and better. Xiaoshan will also have his own career. He'll become a successful writer and make my parents look at him in a different light."
"Did your parents have any conflicts with Zhao Xiaoshan?" Han Bin probed.
"No. Xiaoshan only went to our house once. The atmosphere was pretty good and there were no conflicts."
"Did Zhao Xiaoshan say who he was going to see or where he was going?"
"No. I tried to recall, but I didn't feel anything strange." Ning Yuerong rubbed her eyes.
"Did anything change in this room?" Han Bin asked.
"No, Xiaoshan rarely cleans up the house. I'm usually the one who cleans up for him."
"Does Zhao Xiaoshan have any transportation?"
"Xiaoshan has a car. The car key is usually in the bag at the door. When I came in, I took a look. It's gone."
"What car?"
"It's a white BMW."
"Did he buy it himself?"
"Yes."
After asking a few more questions, Han Bin didn't get any more clues, so he let Ning Yuerong and Chen Xia leave.
Before leaving, Ning Yuerong grabbed Han Bin's arm and asked Zhao Xiaoshan what had happened.
The case was still unclear, so Han Bin couldn't say too much. He could only say a few perfunctory words.
He told her that if there was any progress in the case or if he found Zhao Xiaoshan, he would contact her immediately.
Only then was Ning Yuerong willing to leave.
After sending off Ning Yuerong and her mother, Han Bin returned to the living room and asked Ma Jingbo, who was sitting on the sofa, "Captain Ma, do you want to call the technical team over?"
"Yes, I've already informed them." Ma Jingbo said thoughtfully.
Seeing that the other party was a little absent-minded, Han Bin couldn't help but ask, "What are you thinking about?"
Ma Jingbo touched his chin. "Is writing novels really that profitable?"
Han Bin shook his head and laughed. "I don't know much about that either."
After a while, the technical team arrived and investigated the house. They didn't find any traces of blood.
Zhao Xiaoshan's computer was also brought back to the Yu Hua branch office.
For a web novelist, a computer was indispensable. They might be able to find some important clues.
Han Bin also found a property certificate in the cabinet. The owner's name was Zhao Xiaoshan.
There were also a few thousand yuan in cash in the drawer of the coffee table in the living room. There were no signs of theft in the house.
After a while, Tian Li and Zhao Ming returned.
Ma Jingbo glanced at them. "Do you have any clues from the property management company?"
"We checked the property management's surveillance. Yesterday at nine o 'clock in the morning, a man suspected to be Zhao Xiaoshan wore a mask and took the elevator down to the garage. He then drove a white BMW and left the neighborhood," Zhao Ming said.
Ma Jingbo nodded and ordered, "Send a screenshot of Zhao Xiaoshan's video to Ning Yuerong. Let her identify it."
"Yes."
Han Bin glanced at his watch and asked Tian Li, "Any news from the novel website?"
"I was about to report to you. I contacted the website where Zhao Xiaoshan wrote his novel. The person in charge of the website checked and found that Zhao Xiaoshan is indeed a contracted author. The novel 'The King of Real Estate' was also written by him. However, his payment last month wasn't thirty or forty thousand yuan."
"How much was it then?"
"More than two thousand yuan before tax. Less than two thousand yuan after tax."
Ma Jingbo was surprised. "RMB?"
"Yes."
"Ning Yuerong said thirty or forty thousand yuan a month. That's almost twenty times less." Han Bin took out his phone and found the novel 'The King of Real Estate' again. He felt that around two thousand yuan was more suitable.
"I don't think the person in charge of the website has any reason to lie," Tian Li said.
Ma Jingbo nodded. "Either Ning Yuerong lied or Zhao Xiaoshan lied."
"I also think that these two are lying." Han Bin nodded in agreement. Then, he thought of something and continued, "However, Zhao Xiaoshan's name is indeed written on the property. How did he get the house and car? They're worth a lot of money. "
"I'm thinking about that too." Ma Jingbo stood up and paced a few steps. "Could Zhao Xiaoshan have other jobs? The so-called online author is just a cover."
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