After investigating the crime scene, Han Bin led the team back to the police station and arranged for the team members to handle the detention procedures, while he went straight to Ma Jingbo's office.
Han Bin had been in contact with Ma Jingbo, and he told him about Bao Jinlong's situation on the way back.
When they met, Ma Jingbo handed Han Bin a cigarette. "Bao Jinlong still won't say anything?"
Han Bin took the cigarette. "Bao Jinlong still insists that he didn't exchange the fake money."
"Sit." Ma Jingbo pointed to the sofa and sat down. "Do you believe what he said?"
Han Bin lit the cigarette and took a drag. "I also think that Bao Jinlong is more likely to exchange the money, because the money was buried in his yard. He had enough time to do that. But the technical department searched his house inside and out, and they didn't find any other cash. "
Ma Jingbo touched his nose. "Just because they didn't find it doesn't mean that it's not there. Could he have hidden it somewhere else?"
"I asked him about his whereabouts after the crime, and he didn't leave the house after yesterday's crime. Also, I asked someone to visit the surrounding neighbors, and no one has seen him. "
Ma Jingbo flicked the cigarette ash. "Just because they haven't seen him doesn't mean he didn't come out. If it were me, I would also come out in the middle of the night. There's no one around at that time, and if he buried the money in the ground, where would we find it?"
Han Bin nodded. "You're right. I'm worried about that too."
Ma Jingbo thought for a moment. "Bao Jinlong still needs to continue investigating. We can ask the local police station to assist in the investigation. They are more familiar with the surrounding area, and it'll be easier for them to find the place where the money was hidden."
"I'll communicate with the police station in time."
Ma Jingbo stood up and walked around twice. "Other than the possibility that Bao Jinlong exchanged the money, do you have any other guesses?"
"Yes. I think this case can be divided into two scenarios. The first is that Bao Jinlong lied, and he exchanged the money. In that case, we have to investigate Bao Jinlong's whereabouts and the people he came into contact with yesterday. "
"The second possibility is that Bao Jinlong is telling the truth, and the person who exchanged the money is not him. Then we have to sort out the whereabouts of this huge sum of money." Han Bin paused and continued.
"I thought about it carefully on the way here. There were six people who came into contact with the money. They were the manager of Fang Long Storage Company, Li Shiwei, the accountant Lin Zhengyi, the security guard Ma Hui, the security guard Zhang Jinhui, and two police officers."
"Two of the police officers are only responsible for driving and guarding. They don't have the opportunity to touch the money alone, so we can rule them out for now."
Ma Jingbo thought for a moment. "Actually, there are still people who can come into contact with this money."
"Who is it?"
"A bank employee."
Han Bin said subconsciously, "There are surveillance cameras in the bank, and there are no blind spots."
Ma Jingbo puffed out a mouthful of smoke. "Of course, this possibility is indeed not high. The environment of the bank is very difficult to operate, but all possibilities must be considered. Surveillance with no blind spots is only relative, not absolute. You can install surveillance in a toilet? "
"Large amounts of cash have to be booked in advance. The bank staff already knows when they want to withdraw money and how much they want to withdraw."
Han Bin answered, "I understand, I'll check it out."
Ma Jingbo showed a look of approval. "To be able to catch the robbers within thirty hours of the crime, you guys did a good job. However, we still need to find the remaining three million as soon as possible. Otherwise, we won't be able to answer to the villagers who are waiting for their dividends. This is not a small matter, and it might affect the city bureau's image. "
"I understand." Han Bin said solemnly, "Captain Ma, I suggest that we don't reveal the case to the public for now. If the cash was really exchanged by the people from Fang Long Storage Company, once they find out that the police have caught the suspect, they will definitely be alerted."
Ma Jingbo nodded slightly in agreement.
…
Huayuan District.
Wang Ting carried a bag into the district. There were vegetables, fish, meat, and some daily necessities in the bag.
Her beautiful appearance and graceful figure attracted many people's attention, especially young men. More than ninety percent of them turned to look at her.
As for the remaining ten percent, they either had a girlfriend by their side or were not wearing glasses.
Wang Ting had been very free recently. The restaurant was closed, and every day, she would watch dramas, cook, and sleep until she woke up naturally. In the morning, she would do yoga on the balcony. Her life was very comfortable.
For the past two days, Wang Ting had been staying at her parents' house. Her parents had a dinner tonight, and Wang Ting didn't want to be alone at home. She bought some vegetables and prepared to cook dinner for Han Bin.
Han Bin was very busy when he had a case on hand. Even if he came back tonight, it would probably be eight o 'clock. However, the more it was so, the more Wang Ting felt that she should prepare a sumptuous dinner to reward him.
Wang Ting entered the unit and got into the elevator. Just as she was about to close the door, someone shouted from outside, "Wait, don't close the door."
Wang Ting opened the elevator again. After a while, a middle-aged woman came in. She was wearing glasses and had a good temperament. She was also carrying a bag in her hand, which contained some meat and vegetables.
The middle-aged woman said politely, "Thank you."
Wang Ting didn't mind. "You're welcome."
The middle-aged woman pushed up her glasses and glanced at Wang Ting. She was stunned for a moment before she smiled. "Miss, are you also the owner of this building? Why haven't I seen you before? "
"My friend lives here."
The middle-aged woman nodded, her eyes still staring at Wang Ting. "You're so pretty. Do you have a boyfriend?"
Wang Ting felt a little uncomfortable being stared at. "Yes."
"Your friend lives on the twelfth floor?"
"Yeah." Wang Ting maintained a certain distance from this overly enthusiastic middle-aged woman.
Ding dong … The elevator rang and the door opened.
The middle-aged woman smiled. "I live on the sixth floor. Come and play when you have time."
Wang Ting was speechless.
The elevator door closed and Wang Ting heaved a sigh of relief. In the past, she had met some middle-aged women who saw that she was pretty and wanted to introduce their sons and nephews to her.
However, those middle-aged women would only chat a little and wouldn't invite her to their homes. She couldn't help but be a little more guarded against this middle-aged woman who acted so naturally.
"Sixth floor." Wang Ting underestimated it in her heart. Her willowy eyebrows furrowed as if she had thought of something. She opened her mouth and revealed a surprised expression.
…
At eight o 'clock in the evening, Han Bin returned home.
As soon as he entered the door, he smelled a fragrance. He walked to the entrance of the dining room and saw a beautiful back view in the kitchen.
Wang Ting also heard the commotion. "You're back?"
"I'm back. What did you cook today? It smells so good."
"Go wash your hands first. I have something to tell you."
"What is it?"
"You'll know in a while. Hurry up."
After washing up, Han Bin returned to the dining room. The dishes were already on the table.
A steamed sea bass, a stir-fried oatmeal, and a stir-fried pork with chili.
Han Bin sniffed and swallowed. "This stir-fried pork with chili is very flavorful."
"I bought a bottle of yogurt to relieve the spiciness." Wang Ting unscrewed the yogurt bottle and poured a cup for Han Bin.
"Tingting, you're so thoughtful." Han Bin took the yogurt and poured a cup for Wang Ting.
Wang Ting took off her apron and sat beside Han Bin.
Han Bin picked up a piece of sea bass for Wang Ting.
He picked up a piece of stir-fried pork with chili. It was spicy and fragrant. It went well with the rice.
Han Bin put down his chopsticks. "Tingting, I didn't expect you to be so good at Sichuan cuisine."
Wang Ting smiled. "Do you feel like you've earned something?"
"More than that. I even wonder if I was Ultraman in my previous life and saved the galaxy."
"Pfft …" Wang Ting chuckled. "Let me tell you something serious."
"Go ahead."
When the words reached her mouth, Wang Ting hesitated.
Han Bin put down his chopsticks. "Why don't I guess first?"
"Sure, Great Detective Han, please guess."
"You found a new career?"
"I still want to settle down. It won't be that fast."
Han Bin rubbed his chin and looked Wang Ting up and down. "You have one."
"What …" Wang Ting suddenly realized and looked shy. "You're so annoying. What are you talking about?"
Han Bin shrugged. "I can't think of anything."
Wang Ting stopped smiling and cleared her throat. "I met a very enthusiastic auntie in the elevator today. She asked me if I had a boyfriend and invited me to her house."
Han Bin's face darkened and he snorted. "What auntie? She doesn't know you're my girl."
"Stop fooling around. I'm telling you something serious."
"Did she see that you're pretty and wanted to introduce you to someone? If you encounter such a situation in the future, you can just tell her that you're engaged."
"In your dreams." Wang Ting glared at Han Bin and continued, "The auntie lives on the sixth floor."
Han Bin was stunned and leaned forward. "What does the auntie look like?"
Wang Ting thought for a moment. "She wears glasses. She looks classy. She doesn't look like a bad person."
Han Bin took out his phone and scrolled through it. He found a photo. "Is it her?"
Wang Ting took a look and her expression changed. "She's really your mom."
Han Bin smiled bitterly. "The classy auntie with glasses lives on the sixth floor. That's right."
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