Six in the evening.
Haruk came to a group of offices.
Han Bin invited him to sit.
Haruk shrugged. "I didn't expect to be back here so soon."
Han Bin smiled. "You bunch of foreigners, if you followed the laws of the land, you wouldn't have come at all."
Haruk smiled awkwardly.
Han Bin did not argue further. He flipped open his notebook and asked, "How much do you know about Sharman's situation?"
Haruk sighed. "Elizabeth called me this afternoon and told me about Sharman. It was really sudden."
"When was the last time you saw Sharman?"
"Around nine this morning. I went to his house."
"What for?"
"He called me and asked me to go over. We chatted for a while, and he gave me something to keep for him."
"What is it? Have you seen it? "
Haruk shook his head. "I haven't. He said it was a wedding ring, and that he wanted to propose to Zerai in a few days to give her a surprise. He was afraid that Zerai would find out beforehand, so he asked me to keep it for him."
"Where is it?"
"I brought it with me." Haruk rummaged through his bag and took out an exquisite pouch. On it were three golden words: Zhou Xiaosheng.
Han Bin put on his gloves and opened the pouch. There was a square box inside. He opened the lid, and inside was a very exquisite platinum diamond ring.
"Sigh, now that I think about it, Sharman treated my sister well. It's just that this kid is unlucky," Haruk muttered.
Han Bin ignored him and carefully examined the diamond ring and the box.
There was a soft cushion under the box, and when he opened it, there was a piece of paper underneath.
Han Bin opened it and saw that it was a letter from Sharman to Zerai.
"Zerai, I'm sorry. I have to go. I really don't want to leave you, but I've done something wrong. I didn't want to, but it happened. I really love you. I've left you some things and asked Haruk to keep them safe for me. I hope you like them. My heart will always be with you …"
Han Bin read the letter carefully twice. "Haruk, have you read this letter?"
Haruk scratched his head. "No, I didn't know there was such a piece of paper. What's written on it? Can I see?"
"Can you recognize Sharman's handwriting?"
"I can't."
"Okay, this piece of paper will be handed over to the police for safekeeping."
"What about this diamond ring?"
Han Bin said nonchalantly, "Don't worry, this thing isn't worth much, it won't be lost."
Diamonds are divided into two types. One is collectible, and the other is not.
A small diamond ring like this had almost no collection value. It was a beautiful scam.
This thing might not be cheap when you buy it. It might cost ten or twenty thousand, or even tens of thousands. But if you want to sell it, no one will want it.
Moreover, most girls would choose their own diamond rings before they got engaged. As for the diamond rings that were given to them by men, who knew how many times they had passed them around?
On TV, there were scenes of men taking the initiative to give a diamond ring to a woman, and the woman was very happy. Either the diamond ring was very large in grams, and it already had a collection value.
Or the woman threw herself at the man.
It all depended on whether a woman knew how to live her life. You could tell from whether she liked gold or diamonds.
Han Bin put the diamond ring into the jewelry box and asked, "Has there been anything unusual about Sharman recently?"
"I'm not sure. I don't care about him at all."
"Are you sad or glad about Sharman's death?" Han Bin asked.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I should say that I think both." Haruk shrugged. "My family and I don't want Zerai to marry Sharman. But I won't kill anyone for this, don't doubt me."
"When did you leave Sharman's house?"
"Around ten."
"Between eleven ten and eleven thirty, where were you?"
"Oh no, you're still doubting me."
Han Bin said lightly, "Just a routine question."
"I should have returned to the hotel then."
"Which hotel?"
"Sevia Hotel." Haruk's expression was a little ugly. "You shouldn't doubt me. I'm respected in India. I don't like Sharman, but I won't kill him. I think it's necessary to make it clear to you."
"Zerai talked to me. As long as we don't interfere with her marriage, she won't ask for a betrothal gift, and she will leave us the money she earned before marriage. It's about three million rupees. I think it's a good deal. I promise not to interfere with Zerai's marriage."
"I know it sounds snobbish, but no one says no to money. Besides, the fact that Zerai has made up her mind shows that she likes Sharman very much. I'm willing to fulfill her wish, killing two birds with one stone."
"If you don't believe me, you can ask Zerai for confirmation. She promised me."
Han Bin made a note in his notebook. "Do you think Sharman committed suicide or was he murdered?"
"I don't know." Haruk shook his head.
"If Shalman was killed, do you have any suspects?"
“no。”
Han Bin checked the notebook and found that there were no more questions for the time being. He stood up and said, "Thank you for your cooperation."
"I hope it's helpful." Haruk stood up. "If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving. Zerai's condition isn't very good. I'm going to keep her company."
"Of course," Han Bin answered, then called Li Qin and Bao Xing over and asked them to follow Haruk.
Their task was very simple. They were to collect Sharman's letters before he died, and then verify the handwriting.
…
The next morning.
In the conference room of the Municipal Criminal Investigation Unit.
Captain Ding Xifeng called for a meeting.
Ma Jingbo, Han Bin, and several members of Second Squadron attended the meeting.
After everyone sat down, Ding Xifeng went straight to the point and asked, "How's the investigation of the white Hyundai going?"
Ma Jingbo replied, "Soon. In a day or two, we'll be able to complete the investigation of the previously demarcated area."
Ding Xifeng took a sip of tea. "I've checked Sharman's situation. He doesn't have a white SUV under his name. However, a few days ago, he rented a car from Daijin Car Dealership. This car happens to be a white Hyundai SUV."
"Contact the car dealer today and ask them to help locate the car and find out its specific location."
Ma Jingbo's face was a little ugly. "Yes."
Ding Xifeng continued, "Based on the current situation, this Sharman is likely to be related to Mike's death. He might even be the murderer who killed Mike."
"Han Bin, have you translated the letter that Sharman left behind?"
"Yes, I've translated it into Chinese." After Han Bin finished speaking, he walked to the projector and placed the original copy of the letter and the translation on the projector.
Last night, Han Bin had already identified the letter and it was indeed Sharman's handwriting.
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