Han Bin ate a few mouthfuls without batting an eyelid.
Li Hui seemed to have recognized it as well and kept giving Han Bin a look.
Han Bin put down his chopsticks and gave a thumbs up. "It tastes good. It's spicy and fragrant, and the noodles are chewy."
Li Hui whispered, "You were so focused on eating that you didn't notice anything else?"
Han Bin glanced at his watch. "It's almost noon. Call the others over for some noodles. This restaurant's noodles are pretty good."
Li Hui immediately understood what he meant and smiled. "Got it."
Li Hui sent a message in the group, asking them to rush over to the noodle house.
Not long after, Zhao Ming, Tian Li, Du Qi, Sun Xiaopeng, and Mai Jun rushed over.
When the waitress saw that there were so many customers, she immediately welcomed them. "Please come in and take a seat. What would you like to eat?"
Zhao Ming and the others were not there to eat. The few of them glanced around the restaurant.
Han Bin stood up and said, "Come and take a seat. This restaurant's noodles are pretty good. Let's eat here for lunch. It's my treat."
Zhao Ming and the others were stunned. Seeing that Han Bin and Li Hui were eating noodles, they were a little confused.
Du Qi was the first to react. If they did not eat now, they would have to eat dinner after they caught them. "Let's go and eat. We'll talk after we're full."
The few of them sat at the table and each ordered a big bowl of noodles and two cold dishes.
When they went upstairs, the waitress that they suspected to be Lin Hongping came out again. This time, she stayed in the lobby and did not leave.
Seeing her, everyone felt relieved and gobbled up the noodles.
In less than five or six minutes, the few of them finished the noodles. The waitresses around them looked surprised.
Usually, when a group of people came out to eat, some ate quickly, some ate slowly, and some chatted. It was rare to see a situation where everyone finished eating in a few minutes.
Han Bin leaned back in his chair and waved at Lin Hongping. "Bill please."
Lin Hongping walked over. "There are six bowls of noodles and three cold dishes. The total is ninety-nine yuan."
Han Bin was about to take out the money when Li Hui took out a hundred yuan and handed it to him. "Let me do it. I can reimburse you."
Lin Hongping took the money and left. After a while, she came back with one yuan and gave it to Li Hui.
Li Hui took the money, stared at her and asked, "Big sister, what's your name?"
Lin Hongping was stunned for a moment, as if she did not expect him to ask this. "My surname is Lin."
With that, Lin Hongping turned around and prepared to leave.
Li Hui was ninety percent confident. He stood up and stopped the man. "Don't be in such a hurry to leave. What's your name?"
Lin Hongping frowned and looked at Li Hui warily. I'm almost 50 years old. What does he want?
"Our shop has a rule that no chit-chatting is allowed during work. I still have something to do, so I'll get going."
Seeing that her expression was a little strange and that she was in a hurry to leave, Li Hui felt that something was wrong. He flashed his police badge and said, "I'm a police officer!"
"Police … Police!" Lin Hongping looked surprised and took a step back. "What's the matter?"
"What's your name?"
"My name is Lin Hongping."
Li Hui glanced at his phone and said the GPS number. "Is 1353259 XXX your phone number?"
"Yes. What's wrong?"
"Is 1532338 XXXX your phone number?" Li Hui read out the suspect's phone number.
Lin Hongping answered, "No."
"Nonsense. This phone number was obviously registered with your ID. If it's not yours, then whose is it?"
Lin Hongping looked nervous. "I … I don't know either."
Han Bin lit a cigarette and took a puff. "How many SIM cards do you have?"
"The number I usually use is 135."
Han Bin winked at Zhao Ming and the others to bring the other service workers to the side. "I'm not asking which phone number you use, but how many phone numbers do you have under your name?"
"Yes … yes …" Lin Hongping lowered her head. Her forehead was covered with fine beads of sweat. "I can't remember. I don't use the other phone numbers. It has nothing to do with me."
"If it's not you, then who is it?"
"I don't know either."
Li Hui's tone was stern. "You said you don't know your phone number. Do you think the police are gullible or are you deliberately hiding the case? If you don't want to talk about this anymore, then come back to the police station with us. "
"I'm not going. I still have to work. Why should I go to the police station? It has nothing to do with me."
Just then, a fat middle-aged man walked over with an anxious look on his face. "Police comrade, what happened? Are you not satisfied with the food here? Why don't I make some new dishes for you and give you some good ones? "
Han Bin looked at the middle-aged man who spoke. "Are you the boss?"
"Yes, I am. Let's talk this out. We are a legitimate noodle house. There's nothing messy here."
Han Bin smiled. "The noodles are good. It's very authentic. I'll come here often in the future. We are investigating a case and we need to borrow your place. Sorry for the trouble. "
The middle-aged man breathed a sigh of relief. "Police comrade, what case are you investigating? What does it have to do with Lin Hongping?"
Han Bin gave a perfunctory reply. "It's not convenient to reveal it for the time being."
The middle-aged man turned to Lin Hongping and shouted, "Sister Lin, you must cooperate with the police investigation and explain the matter clearly. You must not affect the police comrade's work. "
"Boss, I didn't do anything. I don't even know what to say." Lin Hongping looked aggrieved.
"Don't be so stubborn. If there's really nothing, the police comrade will look for you. There are so many people out there, but you."
Lin Hongping said helplessly, "I don't know what's going on either."
Han Bin coughed softly. "Boss, there's nothing for you to do here. Let's talk to her alone."
"Okay, you guys talk." The boss glanced at Lin Hongping again and went to the kitchen.
Lin Hongping sighed and sat on the chair weakly. "Police comrade, what are you trying to do? How am I going to work in the noodle house in the future?"
Han Bin said, "It's not what we are trying to do. It's what you have done. You can either tell us here or come back with us to the police station. "
Lin Hongping turned her face away. "I don't know what to say!"
Han Bin's face turned cold. "Cuff her up and bring her back!"
Tian Li and Mai Jun held Lin Hongping down on both sides and handcuffed her.
Lin Hongping panicked. "Let me go! Why are you arresting me? I really didn't do anything."
"You're still being stubborn!" Li Hui had seen many of these kinds of people. They were stubborn, fearless, and did not want to be taken advantage of. They always felt that the police would not dare to do anything to them, but when they arrived at the police station, they immediately became terrified.
Lin Hongping struggled and cried. "I really didn't do anything. I just applied for a few extra SIM cards. How is that illegal? Is there any justice …"
Han Bin warned her. "We are from the Criminal Investigation Unit, not the police station. You are now involved in a serious criminal case. If you don't tell the truth, not only will you be questioned by the police, you will also go to jail."
"Jail!" Lin Hongping was frightened. "I don't want to go to jail. I'm innocent. I didn't do anything bad."
Lin Hongping's cries did not have any effect. No one in the restaurant was willing to help her, and she was immediately escorted to the car.
Once in the car, Lin Hongping was scared stiff. She seemed to be really scared, and her voice was trembling. "Police comrade, I don't want to go to the police station. I'll tell you everything. I'm willing to cooperate with you. I'll tell you everything."
Han Bin turned his head from the passenger seat. "Is the number 1532338 XXXX yours?"
Lin Hongping shook her head. "I really don't know. I've applied for so many SIM cards, but I only used the number 135. The rest were used by others. I don't remember which phone numbers I had. "
"Since you only used one phone number, why did you apply for so many SIM cards?"
"I needed money, so I sold my phone number."
"How much did you sell it for?"
"Three hundred dollars for one phone number. I sold more than ten numbers, so I made a total of more than four thousand dollars."
Han Bin asked, "Who did you sell the phone numbers to? Did you sell them individually, or all to the same person?"
"All to the same person."
"What's his name?"
"Brother Zhao."
"Full name?"
"I don't know either. I only know that his surname is Zhao, and he's a few years older than me. I don't remember his full name."
"What's your relationship? How did you know each other?"
Lin Hongping recalled for a moment. "I used to work at a restaurant. He often went there to eat, so we got to know each other. There was a time when I was short of money, so I borrowed money from my colleagues. My colleagues didn't want to lend me money, so they asked me to look for Brother Zhao. They said that he was capable and might be able to help me make some quick money. I didn't believe him at first, and I was worried that he was a bad guy. Later, he told me that I could sell my registered phone number for money. I figured that I didn't need that much, so I agreed. "
Zhao Ming snorted. "You're really something. You actually sold your phone number for money. Have you ever thought that they would do something illegal?"
"Sob sob …" Lin Hongping cried. "My child has to go to school, and I don't even have enough money for the school fees. If I had a choice, I wouldn't sell my phone number for money. I know it's not good, but I really have no choice."
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