Han Bin put away the gray backpack, looked at Yang Jia and said, "Call the legal representative of your company and the attendant who handled the business that day."
Yang Jia squeezed out a professional smile. "Officer Han, if there's anything, just tell me. I can make the decision."
"Then explain to me why the suspect was able to check in with someone else's ID card," Han Bin said.
Yang Jia thought for a moment. "Could Zhao Yue have come with the suspect?"
"The surveillance video clearly showed that the suspect was checking in alone, and he was checking in with a woman's ID card. It's such an obvious problem, but your hotel couldn't see it."
Yang Jia explained, "This might be a misunderstanding."
Bao Xing snorted. "Your hotel hid the suspect's stolen goods, and you want to explain that it's a misunderstanding? Then why do you need the police? I'm afraid you haven't realized the seriousness of this case."
Yang Jia defended herself. "Officer, our hotel is such a big one. It's impossible for such a thing to happen. The attendant at the front desk must have been negligent in her work."
At that moment, Wang Xiao, Li Qin, Jiang Yang and the others arrived.
Han Bin pointed at Yang Jia and gave an ultimatum. "In ten minutes, I want to see the receptionist who handled the business that day. I want to see the legal representative of the hotel within half an hour. After that, we'll apply for the arrest. "
Yang Jia realized the seriousness of the matter and looked anxious. "Officer Han, there's a misunderstanding here. Please listen to my explanation …"
Han Bin waved his hand. "I've said what I need to say. I'm going to investigate the case now. Get out!"
Bao Xing made a gesture and said politely, "Manager Yang, please."
Han Bin explained the situation to a few of his men and walked to the side to report to Ding Xifeng.
When Ding Xifeng received the call, he was happy but a little depressed.
He had been following the dog for half a day and had not found any clues, but Han Bin had found the stolen goods.
Ding Xifeng roared, "Retreat!"
…
When the technicians arrived at the scene, Han Bin handed over the items in the gray backpack to them, hoping that they could find some key evidence.
After that, Ding Xifeng and Chen Lin also rushed to the hotel with their men.
The legal representative of the hotel, the general manager, the waiters who handled the business, and the relevant management personnel were all brought back to the Municipal Public Security Bureau to make statements.
The matter itself wasn't a big deal, but no one could guarantee that there weren't any accomplices of Zhang Hang among them.
If one of these people was Zhang Hang's accomplice and opened a back door for Zhang Hang, then the situation would be serious.
Even if Zhang Hang's accomplices weren't here, the hotel's actions still violated the rules and would still be punished.
The interrogation of the hotel lasted until the afternoon. After comparing the notes of the hotel staff, they finally figured out the cause of the incident.
The hotel room was booked online using Zhao Yue's identity information. After that, Zhang Hang brought Zhao Yue's identity card to complete the check-in procedures. Logically speaking, this was against the rules, but the market was not good. There were basically no customers, and many hotels were on the verge of bankruptcy.
The hotel turned a blind eye to the check-in procedures.
As long as they couldn't find anything, nothing would happen.
Unfortunately, Connie Hotel was unlucky to run into Zhang Hang, the bomb.
There was also news from the technical department that they had found new evidence.
Ding Xifeng decided to interrogate Zhang Hang again.
There were still three people in charge of the interrogation, Ding Xifeng, Han Bin, and Bao Xing.
Although it had only been a day, Zhang Hang was obviously a lot more haggard.
Zhang Hang twisted his wrist, looked at Ding Xifeng and Han Bin, and said tentatively, "Police comrade, it's going to be 24 hours soon. Shouldn't you let me out?"
Han Bin asked, "I want to let you out too, but if you don't explain yourself, how are you going to leave?"
Zhang Hang shook his head, "Police comrade, I've said everything I need to say. I really don't know what else to say."
"It's okay. Let me remind you, where did you go after work on June 5th?"
Zhang Hang's mouth twitched a little and he took a deep breath, "I think I went home."
"Think about it carefully and give me a definite answer," Han Bin said.
Zhang Hang hesitated for a while, then said, "I don't remember."
"You don't remember what happened two days ago?"
Zhang Hang said perfunctorily, "I have a bad memory."
"It's okay if you have a bad memory, I can help you remember. After work on June 5th, you didn't drive straight home. Instead, you went to Coney Hotel and used Zhao Yue's ID to get a room. You locked a gray backpack in the room's safe. I don't think I need to say more about what was in that bag. You should know better than me."
Zhang Hang's eyes flashed, and he clenched his fists tightly, then slowly loosened them. "Oh, I remember now. I went to Coney Hotel that day and left some things in the hotel."
"Since you remember, tell me what was in the bag," Han Bin asked.
Zhang Hang hesitated for a while, then continued, "Liu Lingzui gave me that bag. I didn't pay much attention to it, so I don't know what was in it."
"Did you open the bag?"
Zhang Hang frowned and replied after a while, "No."
"When did she give it to you?"
"June 2nd."
Han Bin asked, "Are you sure?"
"Yes, June 2nd."
"Where did she give it to you?"
"I went to her house and she gave it to me for safekeeping. I didn't think much about it at that time, but when she got into trouble, I was afraid that I would be implicated, so I hid the bag."
"After you got the bag, did you see her again?"
"No."
Han Bin snorted. "We found a lot of things in the bag, including Liu Lingzui's phone. We checked the phone, and Liu Lingzui used it on June 4th. How could she give you the phone on June 2nd?"
"Can you explain?"
Suddenly, Zhang Hang's forehead was covered with beads of sweat.
Han Bin urged, "Say something."
Zhang Hang lowered his head, and his right hand trembled slightly.
Han Bin waited for a while, but Zhang Hang still answered, "Okay, maybe my question is too serious. Let's change to a lighter topic."
Zhang Hang looked up, then lowered his head again, as if he didn't believe Han Bin's nonsense.
Han Bin twirled his pen. "How's your relationship with Zhao Yue?"
"Not too bad."
"Do you love her?"
Zhang Hang looked up, as if he was surprised by the question.
"It's alright."
Han Bin continued to ask, "How do the two of you usually get along?"
"My job is busier, and my salary is higher. I'm mainly in charge of outside matters. Her job is more leisurely, and she has more to do at home. "
"Do you help her cook?"
"Rarely."
"Do you wash the dishes?"
Zhang Hang licked his lips. "I did it when we first got married. Later, she thought that I was too slow, so she stopped letting me do it."
Han Bin asked in a gossipy manner, "Between Zhao Yue and Liu Lingzui, who do you love more?"
Zhang Hang revealed a strange smile. "Maybe Zhao Yue."
"How did you meet Liu Lingzui?"
"I met her at work."
Han Bin asked curiously, "How do the two of you usually get along?"
Zhang Hang pondered for a moment. "I go look for her, and we eat together, drink a little, watch a movie or something, and … you know what I mean."
"Does she cook for you?"
"Yes."
"Do you help her wash the dishes?" Han Bin asked.
Zhang Hang shook his head, and his expression was complicated. "We don't see each other for long, so we won't waste time on meaningless things. Usually, after I leave, she cleans up the kitchen when she's free."
Han Bin smiled, as if he was satisfied with his answer.
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