Ma Jingbo's guess was very bold, but it was also possible.
If Zhao Xiaoshan really died because of his job, then finding his other profession might be the key to solving the case.
"Captain Ma, is there any news from the bank?" Han Bin asked.
They could find the account that paid his salary through the money flow and find the relevant personnel.
"The bank hasn't officially opened yet. There are only employees on duty. They still need to go through the application process, so it won't be very efficient. I guess we'll have to wait until tomorrow."
Ma Jingbo shook his head and asked, "How's the car? Can you contact the BMW manufacturer? "
"Ahem …" Tian Li coughed. "I've checked in the system. Zhao Xiaoshan doesn't have a car under his name."
That BMW wasn't his? Everyone was surprised.
"I checked the license plate number. The owner is Ma Mingren, a native of Qin Island. He bought the BMW 14 years ago. There's no record of it being sold or transferred."
Ma Jingbo put his hands on the table. "That's interesting. What's the relationship between Ma Mingren and Zhao Xiaoshan that he would lend a BMW to him? Also, from the reactions of Ning Yuerong and Zhao Xiaoshan's parents, Zhao Xiaoshan must have been using the car. "
"Did you contact Ma Mingren?"
Tian Li shrugged. "I called him, but his phone was turned off. I can't get in touch with him for now."
"Continue to contact the owner of the car through other means."
"Got it."
Ma Jingbo seemed to remember something. He turned to look at Zeng Ping. "Captain Zeng, how's the location of the suspicious phone going?"
"The telecommunications company used the base station to determine the approximate location of the phone. It's north of Cheng 'an Village and south of Jia Bai Village. That area is between the two villages and is relatively empty. There are no witnesses or surveillance cameras." Zeng Ping took out his phone and looked at it.
"I suspect that the murderer's lair might be nearby. Based on my speculation, it might be a relatively remote factory. We drove around the area, and most of the factories were locked. We noted down the address and took pictures. At the same time, we collected the surveillance cameras around. "
"We've basically figured out the situation nearby. If necessary, we can mobilize the police force to search all the factories."
Ma Jingbo shook his head. "At this point, if we don't have concrete evidence, I don't think the leaders will agree to a large-scale search to avoid unnecessary panic."
"I think so too." Zeng Ping also felt that there was no need to conduct a large-scale search for the time being.
If they could find it, it would be a meritorious deed. But now was a special period. If they couldn't find it, who would take the blame?
Would it cause panic in the local area?
All of this had to be taken into consideration.
Of course, not investigating now did not mean that they would not investigate in the future. They had already grasped the situation in the vicinity. As long as there were clues pointing to the two villages again, they could apply for a search warrant.
…
After work, Han Bin took Li Hui's car home as usual.
Li Hui glanced at the pedestrians on the street. Most of them were wearing masks. "Brother Bin, this new year is really boring."
"You're not the only one who thinks so. Everyone in the country feels the same." Han Bin scratched the top of his head with his nails to relieve the fatigue in his body.
"When do you think this matter will be over? Even investigating the case now is very awkward. When we went to the village today, the villagers saw us and avoided us from afar."
Han Bin shook his head. "Who knows."
Li Hui sighed. He was also feeling down.
Han Bin glanced at him. "Your girlfriend is not back yet?"
"She didn't come home for the new year."
"Then why are you sighing?"
Li Hui smiled bitterly. "I'm at work now. She usually stays in her rented apartment and doesn't come out. She doesn't interact with outsiders. Although she didn't say anything, we have to be more conscious."
"You're right."
After returning to the neighborhood, Han Bin did not go to his parents' house. Instead, he went back to his own apartment.
Han Bin's health was good, and his immune system was strong. But his grandfather was old, and to be safe, he decided to reduce contact with his family.
After returning home, Han Bin told his mother. His mother sighed and wanted to give Han Bin some food, but Han Bin rejected.
He still had instant noodles, ham, canned fish, beer, and apples at home. It was enough for a sumptuous dinner.
Han Bin cooked two packets of instant noodles, a piece of ham, and a canned fish. He opened a bottle of beer and watched the news as he ate.
After eating, Han Bin simply washed up. He was too lazy to tidy up, so he went straight to bed.
The next morning, Han Bin's mother hung the breakfast at the door. Han Bin said a few words through the door, took the breakfast on the doorknob, and went to work.
The branch cafeteria only served lunch and dinner, and people were still not allowed to eat in the cafeteria. Now, they were eating separately.
Many people thought that eating separately was the way foreigners ate, but that was not the case.
In ancient China, people ate separately. It was not until the Song Dynasty that people ate together at the same table.
Putting aside the pros and cons of the separate meal system, at least in this current situation, it was safer to eat separately.
After arriving at the meeting room, Han Bin saw half of the team eating instant noodles. He was glad that he had a good mother.
It was good to eat instant noodles once in a while, but it was unbearable to eat it every day.
Ma Jingbo came to the meeting room and talked with Zeng Ping for a while. Then, Zeng Ping brought his men to the Traffic Police Surveillance Center and used the Skynet to investigate Zhao Xiaoshan, the car, and the suspect's tracks.
Han Bin and the others stayed at the branch to investigate.
For the police, it was not difficult to find a person once they knew his identity.
The phone number that the car owner, Ma Mingren, had registered at the vehicle management office was turned off, but it did not mean that he did not have another phone number.
Even if the phone was turned off, they could still locate him.
After contacting the telecommunications company again, they found another SIM card under Ma Mingren's name.
Tian Li contacted Ma Mingren and asked him to come to the Yu Hua Branch, but he said that the neighborhood was sealed. He could only leave, but not enter. He could not come to the police station for the time being.
Actually, no one wanted to go out at this time, let alone the police station.
In order not to delay the investigation, Han Bin brought Zhao Ming to Ma Mingren's house to make a statement, while Ma Jingbo and Tian Li stayed at the branch.
Ma Mingren lived in the Qianda neighborhood. At the entrance of the neighborhood, there was indeed a security guard checking and taking his temperature.
Even if you rented a house in the neighborhood, as long as you left the neighborhood, you were not allowed to enter.
Han Bin showed his police badge, and the security guard did not dare to stop him. However, Han Bin still cooperated with the security guard to take his temperature, then entered the neighborhood with Zhao Ming.
Ma Mingren was surprised to know that Han Bin and the others had arrived at the Qianda neighborhood, but he still agreed to meet with Han Bin and the others.
Building 3, Unit 2, Room 1203.
After Han Bin knocked on the door, a middle-aged man opened the door. The man was wearing two layers of masks, glasses, and a scarf, covering himself up tightly.
"You are Ma Mingren?"
"I am." The middle-aged man gestured for Han Bin and the others to enter the house. "Officer, how should I address you?"
"My surname is Han."
"You are from Yu Hua Branch's Criminal Investigation Team?"
"Yes."
"I even had dinner with Chief Song before Chinese New Year. We are quite close." Ma Mingren smiled.
"Chief Song is in charge of economic investigation, right?"
"Yes, yes, we have known each other for many years." Ma Mingren invited Han Bin and Han Bin to sit on the sofa. "Officer Han, everyone is wearing masks, so I won't invite you to smoke."
Han Bin smiled. We are from the Criminal Investigation Team. What's the use of bringing up someone from the economic investigation team?
Besides, Ma Jingbo is from the Municipal Criminal Investigation Team. No matter how close you are to the deputy chief of the branch, can you control him?
Han Bin sat on the sofa and looked around the room. The furniture was very simple, and there was a thick layer of dust on the coffee table. "You don't usually live here?"
"Yes, I have a house in this area. Usually, when friends come, I invite them here." Ma Mingren gave a perfunctory answer and asked in return.
"Officer Han, why are you looking for me?"
Han Bin did not believe Ma Mingren's words. No matter how he looked at it, this house did not look like it was used for guests. However, he did not expose Ma Mingren.
"I want to understand something from you."
"What is it? I will definitely cooperate with you."
"Mr. Ma, do you have a BMW under your name?"
"Yes."
"Where's the car?"
"In the garage."
"What's the plate number?"
"Lu B886XX."
Han Bin frowned. This plate number was not the one Zhao Xiaoshan drove. The white BMW's plate number was Lu B516XX.
"Mr. Ma, how many cars do you have in total?"
"Let me count … Three, no, four. It should be four cars."
Zhao Ming was surprised and said, "You don't even know how many cars you have?"
"Some are under my name, some are under my wife's name, and some are under my son's name. I am a little confused by your sudden question."
"A white BMW, Lu B516XX. Is it your car?"
"Yes, it's mine. I gave it to my wife on her birthday a few years ago."
"Where is the car?"
"I don't know. I have never driven that car. I have to ask my wife."
"You don't care about a BMW?" Zhao Ming felt that Ma Mingren's reaction was a little abnormal.
"I usually drive my own car. Although that car is under my name, it has long been given to my wife, so I have never asked about it."
"Then what kind of car do you usually drive?"
"A Maybart, a Wrangler, and a Boeing 740. I drive them alternately."
Hearing these three cars, Zhao Ming's suspicions were dispelled.
The white BMW, Lu B516XX, was only a five-series.
It was incomparable.
"Where is your wife? Call her over," Han Bin said.
"I don't know where she is."
"You don't know if she is home."
"We don't live together."
Han Bin frowned. "Where does your wife live?"
"She should be in Rong Jingyuan."
"What do you mean should? How many houses do you have?"
"Four on Qin Island."
"Call your wife and call her over."
Ma Mingren scratched his head and sighed. "Officer Han, you have been asking for a long time. What is it?"
Han Bin closed his notebook. "Do you know someone called Zhao Xiaoshan?"
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