"Creak …" The door creaked.
Sun Shaoping, the director of the funeral parlor, walked in, followed by a man in his thirties. He had a crew cut and was wearing a blue T-shirt and black pants.
"Captain Han, he's Han Weilong."
Han Bin sized him up and pointed at the chair diagonally across from him. "Sit down."
Han Bin then looked at Du Shun. "Master Du, we'll leave the statement here for now. Thank you for your cooperation."
"Okay, if there's nothing else, I'll take my leave." Du Shun got up and said goodbye.
Sun Shaoping followed him out of the conference room.
Han Bin looked at Han Weilong. "Mr. Han, I invited you here today to learn more about the case of Lu Yue-er's body theft."
"Captain Han, haven't we already investigated the case?" Han Weilong looked at Ma Juntao. "I remember that Officer Ma was the one who took my statement."
"There's a new clue in the case and I need you to make an additional statement." As he spoke, Han Bin took out the screenshot of the female corpse from Qingdao Medical College. "Do you know this person?"
Han Weilong took a glance and frowned. "Yo, isn't this a female corpse? Did you find Lu Yue-er's body? "
"I showed you the photo to ask for your help."
Han Weilong looked troubled. "But I … I've never seen her body. I'm just a security guard who watches the door and stands guard. I've never touched her body. "
Han Bin took back the photo and asked, "Did you notice anything unusual the night the body was stolen?"
Han Weilong shook his head. "No."
"Who organized the mahjong game that night?"
Han Weilong hesitated and glanced outside the door.
"It's okay, just say what you need to say. The statement is confidential, no one else will know."
"I think it was Master Du."
"What time did you guys start playing mahjong and what time did you guys finish?"
"We started at around ten at night and finished at six the next morning. When I went out, I saw a balloon at the back door. I was a little suspicious, so I took the balloon down to take a look. Only then did he realize that the balloon was blocking the camera. After all, I'm a security guard. I felt that something might have happened, so I asked the others to split up and check. "Han Weilong paused as if he was recalling something.
"At first, we weren't in a hurry because there was nothing to steal from this funeral home. Before work, Curator Sun would also take the cash away. I thought to myself, what could we lose?"
"Later, Du Shun called us over and said that there was an additional balloon in the morgue, which happened to be blocking the camera's position. I thought that there was an eighty percent chance that something was missing from the morgue, so I asked Master Du to check it carefully. In the end, Master Du discovered that a corpse was missing. "
"After that, Master Du called Curator Sun and called the police."
Han Bin asked, "Why did you move the balloon that was blocking the camera?"
"Actually, I didn't think that much. I'm a security guard, not a police officer. When I saw a balloon floating on the roof, my first thought was to move it. Who knew that this would happen. "
"The night the body was stolen, did you hear anything unusual?"
"Nope. We were playing mahjong, drinking beer, and chatting enthusiastically. Who would have thought that someone would steal the body? It's really unexpected. "
Han Bin leaned back in his chair and spun his pen. "It's understandable that others didn't think of it, but you're a security guard at the funeral home. Don't you have any vigilance at all?"
"Comrade police officer, to be honest, I came to work at the funeral home for leisure. No one likes to come here, and thieves don't come here either. People who pass by at night will take a detour. In the past, I couldn't even see a shadow of a person at night, let alone lose something. How would I know that someone would steal a body? How perverted is that? I'm also a little unlucky to have encountered such a thing. "
"Regarding the body theft, do you have any suspects?"
"No," Han Weilong answered straightforwardly.
Han Bin closed his notebook. "Mr. Han, thank you for your cooperation."
Han Weilong breathed a sigh of relief. "Are you done with the statement?"
"Yes."
"Can I leave now?"
"Before you leave, we need to check your phone."
"Check my phone?" Han Weilong looked puzzled. "Why?"
"Routine check."
Han Weilong hesitated for a moment and finally took out his phone. "When can you give it to me?"
"It won't be long. When we're done, we'll return it to you." Han Bin took the phone and passed it to Bao Xing.
Bao Xing took a plastic bag and put it away.
"Then you better hurry. I only have this phone, and I need to use it."
"Don't worry, we'll return it to you as soon as possible."
Han Weilong stood up and walked out of the meeting room with his head down.
Bao Xing asked in a low voice, "Captain Han, why did you think of checking his phone?"
Han Bin stood up and moved his legs. "When I was taking the statement just now, I found signs of him lying. But it's been so long, and we can't start investigating. We can only find some evidence that might still be preserved for comparison. "
"I've been thinking that the suspect dared to steal the body so brazenly. Not only was he familiar with the terrain here, but he also had a mole. Otherwise, how could the suspect be sure that the four people on night duty wouldn't find him? "
"How did the suspect know that the four people were sitting together playing mahjong?"
"This mole should be in contact with the suspect during the time of the crime, or around the time of the crime. This can be considered as a direction of investigation."
After Li Qin heard this, she asked, "What about Du Shun? I think he's a suspect too."
Han Bin didn't find any signs of Du Shun lying, but he couldn't completely rule out the other party's suspicion. He replied, "You're right. Take Du Shun's phone and send it to the technical department for a check. See if there are any suspicious contacts before and after the crime. "
"Yes."
Han Bin then looked at Ma Juntao. "Captain Ma, there's one more thing I'd like to ask of you."
Ma Juntao had been listening by the side. "What is it?"
"You're more familiar with the situation around here, so I'd like to ask you to help me investigate that custom."
Ma Juntao agreed. "No problem. I also hate this custom. I'll send someone to inquire about it. "
"Thank you."
"It's no trouble at all. We'll work together to solve the case as soon as possible."
…
After that, Han Bin gave a statement to the third member of the night shift, Zhang Dingyuan.
Zhang Dingyuan was in his fifties and had worked in the funeral parlor for more than ten years. His hair was a little sparse, and he wasn't tall. He looked like an honest man.
Han Bin also asked him a routine question, which was similar to the previous two questions. Then, he took away his phone.
The fourth member of the night shift was called Chen Wenju. He had already resigned and changed his phone number. Sun Shaoping couldn't contact him at the moment.
Chen Wenju could only be contacted by the police themselves.
By the time the three of them finished giving their statements, it was already past one in the afternoon.
Han Bin and the others left the funeral parlor and drove to a restaurant a few streets away for dinner.
To put it bluntly, it was too close to the funeral parlor, so it was hard for anyone to have any appetite.
Wang Xiao and Jiang Yang, who were watching the surveillance at the police station, rushed over to have dinner with Han Bin and the others.
After ordering, before the dishes were served, Han Bin asked, "How's the surveillance going?"
Wang Xiao organized his words. "The surveillance at the back door captured the suspect wearing a mask and gloves. However, it was quite dark at the time, so the video wasn't very clear."
"The lights in the corridor were voice-activated, and the suspect's movements were very quiet. When he came in, the lights weren't on, and then it was blocked by the balloon."
"As for the morgue, the lights weren't on, so we couldn't see the suspect's features clearly. It's hard to find valuable clues from the video."
Han Bin didn't care too much. If it was that easy to investigate, the case would have been solved a long time ago. Why would they need to come?
Bao Xing picked up the teapot and poured tea for everyone. "This case is strange. I still haven't figured out what the suspect wants to do. What do you think his motive is? "
Han Bin took a sip of tea. Based on the current evidence, the suspect's motive was indeed unclear.
Knock knock … The door of the private room rang, and the waiter walked in with the dishes.
After the dishes were served, the waiter left.
Han Bin said, "Let's eat first. When we're full, we'll find the fourth person on night duty, Chen Wenju. Maybe he can provide some useful clues."
After the meal, Han Bin and the others returned to the Municipal Public Security Bureau.
Although the director, Sun Shaoping, had prepared a conference room for the three of them, no one was willing to stay in the funeral parlor for long.
When they returned to the Municipal Public Security Bureau, it was already past lunch break. Han Bin didn't sleep again. He washed his face and poured himself a cup of coffee to make himself more energetic.
While he was drinking his coffee, Huang Qianqian walked over and wrinkled her nose. "Captain Han, your coffee smells so good."
Han Bin took out a bag of coffee from the drawer and handed it to her. "Here's a bag for you."
"Thank you." Huang Qianqian didn't stand on ceremony and accepted it happily. "Oh yeah, I almost forgot about business. I contacted Lu Yue-er's parents, and they're rushing here."
"Got it. Bring them to the office later." Han Bin yawned and continued to drink his coffee.
After drinking a cup of coffee, Han Bin smoked another cigarette and felt much more energetic.
At this time, Huang Qianqian also led Lu Yue-er's parents into the office.
The couple didn't look old, only in their forties. However, they looked a little haggard, especially Lu Yue-er's mother, whose face was yellow as if she had a serious illness.
Han Bin gestured for them to sit down. "Please have a seat."
Huang Qianqian introduced, "This is our Captain Han, and he's also the person in charge of the case."
The middle-aged man said, "Captain Han, my name is Lu Zhenyou, Lu Yue-er's father. Officer Huang said that there's a new clue in my daughter's case. What's going on? "
"It's like this. We were investigating another case before and found a female corpse in the surveillance video. After comparing it with the database, it looks similar to Lu Yue-er's appearance. We'd like to invite you over to identify it."
"Did you find my daughter's body?" Lu Yue-er's mother looked a little excited.
"We didn't find it, but we found a female corpse in the surveillance video."
Lu Yue-er's mother was a little dissatisfied. "What do you mean? What do you mean by finding my daughter's body in the surveillance video? Where is it?"
Han Bin said seriously, "I've already said it clearly enough. What do you not understand?"
Lu Zhenyou tugged at his wife. "I understand. That means that there's a female corpse in the surveillance video of another case that looks like my daughter."
"Yes."
"Do you have a photo? I want to see it. "
Han Bin took out the photo of the female corpse from the drawer and handed it to Lu Zhenyou.
Han Bin had done this many times, but without finding the body, he couldn't accurately determine the identity of the deceased. He could only use this method to gradually determine the identity of the female corpse.
Lu Zhenyou took the photo with trembling hands and stared at it.
Lu Yue-er's mother was stunned for a while before slowly looking at the photo.
"Xiao E, how did you die so tragically? You can't even rest in peace. Who would be so wicked as to steal your body?" Lu Yue-er's mother cried.
Li Qin handed her a tissue and helped her to the side to rest.
Han Bin asked Lu Zhenyou, "Mr. Lu, can you confirm the identity of this female corpse?"
"Yes. It's my daughter. " Lu Zhenyou's voice was a little shaky. "Where is my daughter's body? Why was it placed in the pool?"
"The pool is filled with embalming fluid."
Lu Zhenyou questioned, "Who did it? Why did they do it? A dead person can't even be buried in peace. What are they trying to do?"
Han Bin couldn't answer this question either, so he changed the topic. "Who did Lu Yue-er have a grudge with when she was alive?"
"Sigh …" Lu Zhenyou sighed. "She's only in her twenties. She doesn't lack food or tools. She's never had to worry about money since she was young. How could she have a grudge with anyone?"
"If I have to say, it's her boyfriend. He's the one who killed my daughter. If it weren't for him, Xiao E wouldn't have committed suicide by jumping into the river. I really don't know what sins she committed in her previous life."
"Your daughter committed suicide because of love?"
"Yes."
Han Bin asked, "Who was there when she jumped into the river?"
"Her boyfriend and my daughter's best friend were there. If that man's attitude had been better, maybe my daughter wouldn't have … "Lu Zhenyou's voice was choked. He lowered his head and wiped his tears.
Han Bin paused for a while and waited for Lu Zhenyou to calm down before asking, "What's the name of Lu Yue-er's boyfriend? Why did they break up?"
"His name is Ye Xinlong. I heard that a friend introduced him to her. As for the reason for the breakup … I'm not very sure. I asked my daughter, but she refused to tell me."
"What's the name of Lu Yue-er's best friend?"
Lu Zhenyou shook his head. "I don't know. It was my first time seeing her. I couldn't care less at that time."
Han Bin looked at Lu Yue-er's mother and saw that she had calmed down a little. "Mrs. Lu, do you know Lu Yue-er's best friend?"
Lu Yue-er's mother thought about it. "I've seen her twice. Her surname is Feng. I usually call her Xiao Feng. I can't remember her full name."
Huang Qianqian found the dossier on Lu Yue-er's suicide and handed it to Han Bin.
Han Bin flipped through it. There was only Ye Xinlong's statement. The so-called best friend's statement was not there …
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