Under the leadership of the village chief, Han Bin and his team arrived near Niu Jiamu's house.
Niu Jiamu's house was in the south of the village. The big black iron gate was closed. They couldn't see inside and didn't know if anyone was home.
Zhu Jiaxu frowned and asked, "Is Niu Jiamu at home?"
Niu Langen replied, "I've asked around. He's at home."
"There are three of them. His wife is also at home. His son is seventeen years old this year. Although he's young, he's quite strong. I don't know if he's at home or not. "
Zhu Jiaxu walked around the house. The wall of Niu Jiamu's house was more than two meters high. They couldn't see inside at all. He said, "Han Bin, how do you think we should arrest him?"
Han Bin lit a cigarette and took a puff. Zhu Jiaxu had been investigating the suspect's means of transportation. Han Bin came here today to help. If Niu Jiamu was really the murderer or a participant in the case, Han Bin could also get some credit.
But they still had to be clear about their priorities.
Han Bin and Zhu Jiaxu were both team leaders. They could be said to be at the same level. It was not appropriate for Han Bin to issue orders and steal the credit.
Han Bin asked, "You know the situation here better than I do. How do you want to arrest him?"
Zhu Jiaxu thought for a moment and said, "The simplest and most direct way is to ask Village Chief Niu to help open the door. As soon as Niu Jiamu shows his head, we can arrest him together."
Han Bin nodded and added, "I think we can let our team members sneak into the yard first. First, we can find out the situation, and then we can work together to arrest Niu Jiamu."
He Yingsheng, a member of Team Two, said, "The yard wall is more than two meters high. If we jump directly into the yard, there will definitely be some noise. Will we be discovered?"
Han Bin smiled and said, "Who told you that we have to jump over the wall?"
Han Bin pointed to Niu Jiamu's neighbor's house and said, "Look, Niu Jiamu's house and his neighbor's house are right next to each other. There is no gap at all. You can go directly to Niu Jiamu's roof from his neighbor's house and climb down the ladder."
"Oh, if that's the case, then it'll save me a lot of trouble," Zhu Jiaxu replied. He had never lived in the countryside, so he didn't know much about the situation in the countryside.
Han Bin and Zhu Jiaxu discussed for a while and came up with a new arrest plan.
Han Bin brought Bao Xing and Jiang Yang up to the rooftop of the neighbor's house, and then walked to the rooftop of Niu Jiamu's house. There was a ladder on the roof of his house, and they could climb directly to the yard. It was exactly as Han Bin had guessed.
Han Bin looked around the yard and didn't find a motorcycle. However, he found a helmet on the urn lid by the wall.
Han Bin thought the motorcycle was probably hidden, so he climbed down the ladder and hid it in Niu Jiamu's kitchen.
"Knock, knock, knock …" At this moment, someone knocked on the door.
"Who is it?" A woman's voice sounded.
Then, a middle-aged woman walked out of the house, holding a thermos in her hand.
"Who's here?" A middle-aged man walked out as well.
"I don't know, I'll go take a look," the woman replied. She placed the thermos on the counter and walked straight towards the main door.
The middle-aged man stood in the yard. He took out a cigarette and put it in his mouth, but didn't light it.
"Who is it?" The middle-aged woman continued to ask.
"Open the door. It's my village chief, Niu Langen."
The middle-aged man reminded her in a low voice, "Don't open the door yet. Ask him what he wants, and just say I'm not home."
The middle-aged woman nodded and asked, "Village chief, what's the matter?"
Niu Langen asked, "It's a good thing. Where's your man?"
"Jiamu went out. If you want to find him, come back later."
Niu Langen said, "Open the door first, and let me in."
"You can talk here. I just washed my hair, so it's not convenient." The middle-aged woman wasn't lying. Her hair was indeed wet.
Niu Langen complained, "Oh my, why are you so stubborn? I'm already at your house, but you won't let me in for a drink of water."
"My man isn't home. It's indeed not convenient," the middle-aged woman said perfunctorily.
Niu Jiamu gave his wife a thumbs up. Then, he tiptoed into the house, as if he had made up his mind not to open the door for the village chief.
Just as Niu Jiamu tiptoed back into the house, three men came out of the kitchen, giving Niu Jiamu a fright. "You … Who are you? Why are you in my house?"
Han Bin looked at Niu Jiamu vigilantly, his hand already in his pocket. If Niu Jiamu was really the murderer, then this person was very dangerous. He had to be careful.
"We're the police. What's your name?"
Niu Jiamu came back to his senses, and revealed an angry expression, "Nonsense. If you're really the police, then why did you come to my house without checking my identity? How can there be police like you?"
Han Bin questioned, "Are you Niu Jiamu?"
"What's wrong with me?"
"We want to know something from you. Please cooperate." With that, Han Bin and Jiang Yang walked over, one on the left and one on the right. As soon as Niu Jiamu made any strange movements, the two would rush up and subdue him.
Bao Xing took a detour and ran to open the door.
When Niu Jiamu's wife saw Bao Xing, she looked surprised, "Who are you? Why are you in my house? "
Bao Xing ignored her, and opened the door before she could react. "Creak …"
The door opened, and Zhu Jiaxu barged in with his men.
Niu Jiamu's wife's eyes widened, and she shouted, "Who are you? What right do you have to break into our house?"
Among these people, Niu Jiamu's wife only knew the village chief. She pointed at Niu Langen and shouted, "Village chief, why did you bring these people here? Who are they?"
Niu Langen was also a little embarrassed. He braced himself and said, "What are you shouting for? Don't you think it's embarrassing? These are all police comrades. Cooperate with them."
"What? Police? Why did they come to my house? "Niu Jiamu's wife asked.
Niu Langen didn't answer directly, "You still don't know what your Jiamu has done."
Hearing this, Niu Jiamu's wife's face changed slightly, and she looked at the police with vigilance and fear.
Seeing a group of people rush into the yard, Niu Jiamu realized the seriousness of the problem. "Who are you?"
Zhu Jiaxu flashed his police ID, "We are from the city's criminal investigation unit."
"City's criminal investigation unit," Niu Jiamu muttered, and wiped the sweat off his head, "What do you want? What right do you have to break into my house? "
"Niu Jiamu, stop pretending. Don't you know what you have done?" Zhu Jiaxu snorted.
"I didn't do anything. You can't wrongly accuse a good person," Niu Jiamu said.
Bao Xing walked out of the west room and shouted, "Team Leader, there is a black motorcycle in the house. The fender has just been changed. It's the same brand as the suspect's car."
"Watch him," Zhu Jiaxu said, and followed Han Bin into the house.
Sure enough, there was a black motorcycle in the house. The paint from a small workshop couldn't compare to the original paint, and the difference could be seen with the naked eye.
Han Bin took a key and poked it twice on the body of the motorcycle.
"Hey, why are you messing with my car!" Niu Jiamu was anxious.
Han Bin ignored him and used more force. After a while, a layer of black paint was scraped off, revealing the original red paint.
Zhu Jiaxu walked over, glanced at it, and pointed at the exposed red paint. "Niu Jiamu, what else do you have to say?"
Niu Jiamu sighed, and said weakly, "I admit that I picked up a motorcycle, but it's not illegal. There's no need to get so many people involved."
Zhu Jiaxu snorted, "You picked up a motorcycle. Do you think we are so easy to fool? You still dare to quibble at this time."
Zhang Shungu scolded, "Niu Jiamu, let me tell you, we know your situation and what you've done. Otherwise, we wouldn't have caught you. Don't think you can get away with it, understand?"
Niu Jiamu said, "What I said is true. I really picked up this motorcycle. I'm not lying."
Han Bin asked, "Where did you pick it up?"
Niu Jiamu blinked and said, "That day I went to work in the field and saw a motorcycle parked on the side of the road. I shouted for a while to ask whose bike it was, but no one answered. I thought no one wanted it, so I rode it back."
"Since you picked it up, why did you paint it black?"
"The original paint is a little old, so I wanted to dress it up a little more, so that I can look good when I ride it out." As Niu Jiamu spoke, he blinked a few times.
Han Bin kept staring at him. Niu Jiamu's blinking was a little abnormal. As for whether it was because he was nervous or because he was lying, Han Bin couldn't tell.
But as long as the other side was suspicious, Han Bin would not let it go easily.
Han Bin put on a straight face and said tentatively, "Niu Jiamu, how dare you lie. This motorcycle was not picked up."
"How did it get here? What did you do on it? "
Hearing this, Niu Jiamu's body trembled, and he couldn't help but take a small step back …
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