"I'm not lying! I picked up this motorcycle, "Niu Jiamu shouted.
He Yingsheng from Team Two scolded, "What are you shouting for? Don't you know how to speak properly?"
"I'm telling the truth. I picked up this motorcycle. What do you want?" Niu Jiamu straightened his neck and stared hard.
"Where did you pick it up?" Han Bin asked.
"Didn't I tell you? I picked it up from the ground. Is it illegal to pick up things?" Niu Jiamu's tone became more serious.
"Ground? Which ground? It's everywhere outside the village. We want the exact address. " Zhu Jiaxu snorted and ordered, "Old Zhang, He Zi, cuff him up and let him lead the way."
Niu Jiamu's wife ran over and stopped them, "Police comrade, my old Niu has a bad temper. Don't lower yourself to his level. Whatever place you want to find, just let him take you there. Please don't wear handcuffs. Otherwise, how can we live in the village in the future? People will talk behind our backs."
"What's more, my child has grown up. If you cuff the child's father, what will become of our family? How can we get married in the future?"
Zhu Jiaxu looked at Niu Jiamu and scolded, "Look, a man is not as sensible as your wife."
Niu Jiamu glared at his wife, "What do you know? Just stay at home."
Niu Jiamu's wife was a little unhappy, "You're still scolding me …"
Zhu Jiaxu was a little impatient and waved his hand at his men.
Zhang Shungu and He Yingsheng escorted Niu Jiamu to the car.
Zhu Jiaxu took Niu Jiamu to point out the location of the motorcycle.
Han Bin stayed at Niu Jiamu's house with Team One.
Han Bin searched carefully in Niu Jiamu's house and found a helmet. After comparing it with the surveillance video, the helmet's style and color were exactly the same.
Han Bin handed the helmet to the technical department for identification.
Han Bin felt that there was something wrong with this Niu Jiamu. He might have lied.
"Police comrade, I've poured you some water. Have a drink and take a break." Niu Jiamu's wife came out of the house with a plate in her hand, on which there were several glasses of water.
Han Bin definitely wouldn't drink this water, so he politely declined, "Thank you, you're welcome. Just put the water on the table, we'll get it ourselves if we're thirsty."
Niu Jiamu's wife said, "Officer, the instructor of the Beixing Town Police Station, Jin Baolin, is my uncle. Do you know him?"
"I don't know him. We are from the Criminal Investigation Brigade of Qingdao City. We don't know much about the situation in the nearby police stations." Han Bin said.
"Ah, so it's a comrade from the city. Policeman, my husband is an old peasant, honest and honest, and has never been in a fight with anybody. Why did you come to our house with so many people? "
Instead of answering, Han Bin asked, "How should I address you?"
"I'm Jin Cuixia."
Han Bin asked, "Tell me the truth. Where did your husband get his motorcycle?"
"Didn't he say that he picked it up?"
"Were you there when he picked up the motorcycle?"
"That's not true."
"When did you first see this motorcycle?"
"Just two days ago."
Han Bin asked, "Which two days ago?"
Jin Cuixia rolled her eyes, "Officer, don't scare me. I'm already scared to death seeing such a big scene. How could I remember?"
"I'm telling you, the police are not that easy to fool. Since we're here, we'll definitely investigate to the end. If you don't tell me, not only will you harm yourself, but you will also harm your family. "
Jin Cuixia shook her head, "What do you want me to say? I really don't know."
"Think about it carefully. When did you first see that motorcycle? Don't lie. We have a lot of investigation methods. We will check the surveillance cameras and visit the surrounding neighbors. As long as you lie, it will be considered perjury and you will be arrested. "Han Bin warned.
"Officer, don't scare me. What happened to that motorcycle? Did someone steal it or something? I don't even know why you're here. How can I tell you? "Jin Cuixia didn't answer his question.
Han Bin couldn't help but look at him in awe. He talked for a long time but didn't give him any useful clues. Instead, he was trying to trick him.
Since he couldn't talk, Han Bin couldn't be bothered to talk to him anymore. He waited for Zhu Jiaxu's news.
Bao Xing walked out of the house, holding a photo frame in his hand, "Team Leader, I found something."
"What clue?"
"Look at it yourself." Bao Xing passed the photo frame to Han Bin.
Han Bin flipped it over and saw that it was a photo of three people. It looked like a family of three. Niu Jiamu and Jin Cuixia were sitting on a stool, and a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy was standing behind them.
Han Bin's gaze fell on the boy, "This is your son?"
Jin Cuixia looked a little nervous, "Yes, why?"
"Where is he?"
Jin Cuixia asked, "He went out to do something. Officer, why are you looking for my son?"
Han Bin stared at the boy in the photo. He felt that her figure was very similar to the one in the surveillance video.
"Do you have any other photos of your son?"
Jin Cuixia took a step back, "No, no."
Han Bin ordered, "Bao Xing, go into the house and search again. Jin Cuixia, take out your phone."
Jin Cuixia looked nervous, "Officer, what does this have to do with my son? Why are you looking at his photo? He's not even an adult yet."
Han Bin didn't explain too much to her. There was no need to. He stretched out his right hand, "Take out your phone."
Jin Cuixia refused, "This motorcycle has nothing to do with me. Why do you need my phone?"
"The motorcycle was found in your house. Everyone in this family is a suspect. If you say it has nothing to do with you, then it has nothing to do with you."
Han Bin took Jin Cuixia's phone and flipped through the photos. He found more photos of her son.
After comparing the photos, Han Bin found that her son's figure was very similar to the person in the surveillance video.
"What's your son's name?"
"Officer, this motorcycle really has nothing to do with my son!" Jin Cuixia shouted.
Han Bin said in a stern tone, "It's not up to you to decide whether it has anything to do with you. Just answer my questions."
Jin Cuixia looked a little nervous. She crossed her arms in front of her chest, "My son's name is … Niu Xin."
"Which one?"
"Three Jin's Xin."
Han Bin wrote it down in his notebook, "Where is your son now?"
"He went out to do something."
"Where did he go? He should still be in school at this age."
"He … he's not cut out for school. He always got into fights in his first year of high school. One time, he beat someone up and dropped out."
Han Bin said, "Did your son ride that motorcycle?"
"Think about it carefully. We'll investigate. If you're lying, we'll definitely find out."
Jin Cuixia hesitated and said, "Officer, I also have something to do. I can't stay at home every day. There are some things that I'm not very clear about. "
Han Bin glanced at Jin Cuixia and fell into a short period of contemplation.
If the man riding the motorcycle in the surveillance video was really Niu Xin, then he was probably the person who helped Zhu Weichao escape from prison. He might also be related to Zhu Weichao's death.
However, Niu Xin was only seventeen years old this year. When Zhu Weichao was imprisoned, he was only fourteen or fifteen years old. Han Bin didn't believe that he was the mastermind who hired Zhu Weichao.
First, Niu Xin was only a fourteen or fifteen year old child at that time. Where did he get the money to hire Zhu Weichao?
Second, according to Han Bin's speculation, Niu Xin was obviously more immature than Zhu Weichao and was more likely to be used as a tool.
Han Bin changed the topic and said, "Do you know Zhu Weichao?"
Jin Cuixia was stunned for a moment, "I don't know him."
"What about Lin Qiuyun?"
"I don't know him either." Jin Cuixia couldn't help but ask, "Officer Han, what do these two people do? What does it have to do with my son?"
Han Bin didn't answer, but continued to ask, "Where was your son, Niu Xin, between ten o 'clock in the evening and two o' clock in the morning on June 7th?"
Jin Cuixia said, "My son is so big that I can't take care of him anymore. Sometimes he often goes to a friend's house to stay, so I don't know where he is."
Han Bin took the opportunity to say, "That is to say, your son wasn't at home."
"Officer comrade, what's going on? Why are you asking about my son again?"
Han Bin went straight to the point, "The motorcycle wasn't picked up by your husband at all, but by your son, right?"
Jin Cuixia's face showed a look of horror. "No, that motorcycle has nothing to do with my son. My husband really picked it up."
Han Bin had been staring at her expression and could see that she was panicking.
In other words, Han Bin was probably right. The motorcycle had nothing to do with Niu Jiamu, but Niu Xin.
And the person who helped Zhu Weichao escape from prison and killed him was probably Niu Xin.
Han Bin made up his mind. He didn't want to gossip with her anymore and went straight to the point, "Where is Niu Xin now?"
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