Wang Jia Lou Teahouse.
A black car stopped in front of the door, and Han Bin and the others got out of the car.
Bao Xing looked at the surroundings. "This street is not bad. Although it's an old city, it still retains the feeling of Laoqin Island. I quite like this feeling."
"There's been talk of demolition for more than ten years, but there's still no movement," a young woman said.
The woman was Hu Yueran, a sketch artist from Yu Hua Branch's technical team. She was young, around twenty-four or twenty-five years old.
Bao Xing glanced at her. "You seem to know this area quite well."
Hu Yueran shrugged. "My aunt lives nearby, and I often go to her house to play. Every time the adults drink together, they talk about the demolition."
Han Bin called Li Youbin, and soon, a man in his fifties came out of the teahouse.
Han Bin went up to him. "Are you Mr. Li?"
"Yes, I'm Li Youbin."
"Hello, I'm Han Bin from the city's criminal investigation team." Han Bin looked at the man. He was well-dressed, had short hair, and looked quite familiar.
"Hello, Officer Han. You were the one who called me earlier, right?"
"Yes."
Li Youbin gestured and led Han Bin and the others to the teahouse.
The first floor of the teahouse was for individual tables, and the second floor was for private rooms.
Han Bin and the others went to a private room on the west side of the second floor. The private room was about twenty square meters, and there was a long table with a waitress in a cheongsam cleaning the tea set.
The private room was decorated in an antique style. The window facing west was open, and the afterglow of the sunset shone into the room. It was quite poetic.
After the waitress cleaned the tea set, Han Bin let her out.
Bao Xing took over the tea set and poured everyone a cup of tea.
Han Bin smiled and said, "Mr. Li, sorry to trouble you."
"It's my pleasure." Li Youbin was surprised to see Han Bin being so polite. In his impression, when the police wanted you to report to the police station, it was usually to report to them.
Not only did Han Bin take the initiative to look for him, but he was also very fast. Li Youbin had a whole new level of respect for him and was also a little curious. "Captain Han, what kind of crime did that Zhao commit?"
The main reason why Han Bin was so active in the investigation was that he was afraid of affecting the progress of the case. After thinking for a while, he said, "We are investigating a murder case. The mobile phone number used by the suspect is owned by Lin Hongping. Do you still remember her?"
Li Youbin thought for a moment. "This name sounds familiar, but I really can't remember it."
Han Bin reminded, "In 2017, this Lin Hongping worked as a waitress in your restaurant."
Li Youbin came to a sudden realization. "Oh, I remember now. There seems to be such a person. She's in her forties and is quite capable. But not long after she came here, my restaurant was transferred, so I don't have a deep impression of her."
Han Bin continued, "According to Lin Hongping, he sold his phone number to Brother Zhao, who often goes to your restaurant to eat. That's how they got to know each other."
"We invited you here because we want to know more about Brother Zhao."
"So that's how it is." Li Youbin muttered and sighed. "However, I'm afraid I'll have to disappoint you. After my restaurant was transferred, I haven't seen Brother Zhao again. Also, I don't have his contact information. "
Han Bin did not give up and continued to ask, "Do you have any impression of him? For example, where he lives, his accent, his physical characteristics, and which employee of your restaurant is he familiar with?"
Li Youbin replied, "I still have a little impression of this Brother Zhao. He's a regular customer and likes to drink a little. He's a quiet person when he doesn't drink, but when he drinks, he talks a lot. He often brags about how capable he is, who he knows, what connections he has, and how much money he makes a year. After hearing so much, I don't take it seriously anymore. "
"Also, I remember that there was a scar on his right hand between his thumb and index finger. It was quite obvious. I even asked him how he got it. He said that he fought with someone when he was young and got chopped up. "
Han Bin asked subconsciously, "Does he have a criminal record?"
Li Youbin shook his head. "I'm not sure about that."
Han Bin thought about it and asked, "Where does he live?"
"Near Xiqing Road. It's too far, and he doesn't eat at my place."
"Do you know the exact address?"
"I don't know."
"Did he rent or buy the house?"
"I remember that he said he bought the house, but he's a man of his word. I can't tell if he's telling the truth or not."
Han Bin made a note in his notebook. "Do you have any impression of his appearance?"
Li Youbin recalled. "Yes, he's about the same size as me, and he wore a small gold watch. He said it was a Longines brand, but we don't know if it's real or not. In terms of appearance, he's just an average person. He's a little bald. "
Han Bin pointed at Hu Yueran. "This is a sketch artist from Yu Hua Branch. She can roughly recreate Brother Zhao's appearance based on your description. Please cooperate."
"No problem."
The rest of the work was left to Hu Yueran. Hu Yueran took out an easel and began to ask about Brother Zhao's facial features.
The two of them asked questions and answered questions.
Han Bin, on the other hand, sat at the side, drinking tea and watching quietly.
Hu Yueran had a good foundation in art. She drew quickly and well, sketching out the general appearance of the person in a few strokes.
"Ring ring ring …" Han Bin's phone rang.
Han Bin walked out of the private room, stood in the corridor, and pressed the answer button. "Hello."
"Brother Bin, we found the owner of the phone, Zhao Jiabo, and gave him a statement." Li Hui's voice came from the other side of the phone.
"Not bad. That's fast. What did you find? "
Li Hui said, "According to Zhao Jiabo, he also sold his real name and number. I contacted Du Qi, and he checked with the telecommunications company. Zhao Jiabo does have more than ten numbers under his name, and it's very similar to Lin Hongping's situation."
Han Bin continued to ask, "Who did Zhao Jiabo sell his number to?"
"Zhao Jiabo said his surname is Chen, and he usually calls him Old Chen."
"When did he sell it?"
"May 2016."
"How did the two of them know each other?"
"The two of them played chess together in the park, and after a while, they got to know each other. Zhao Jiabo was short on money, and he couldn't resist persuasion, so he sold his real name and number."
Han Bin frowned. From the description of Lin Hongping and the others, the person who bought the number was surnamed Zhao, but Zhao Jiabo said his surname was Chen.
Were they talking about the same person? If they were the same person, what was his real surname?
Han Bin asked, "Does Zhao Jiabo know Old Chen's number?"
Li Hui sighed. "I don't know. I'm also worried. If Zhao Jiabo can't provide any useful information, the trail will end here. "
Han Bin pondered for a moment. "Send me Zhao Jiabo's photo, and I'll get someone to identify it."
"Okay," Li Hui replied. Not long after, he sent over a man's photo.
Han Bin took the phone and showed the photo to Li Youbin. "Mr. Li, do you know this person?"
Li Youbin squinted and looked at it. "No impression?"
"Is he the 'Brother Zhao' who often goes to your restaurant?"
"No."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Thank you." Han Bin kept his phone and continued to communicate with Li Hui. "Ask Zhao Jiabo if there are any characteristics of the Old Chen who bought his number."
Li Hui said, "Zhao Jiabo said that Old Chen has a scar on his right hand. The two of them often play chess, and he pays more attention to the hand than the face, so he remembers it more clearly. And he's about the same age as him. "
After hearing Li Hui's description, Han Bin was sure that this Old Chen and Brother Zhao were the same person.
At the same time, it also showed that this person was cunning. After buying a batch of numbers, he would change his number and even change his identity.
The police still didn't know if this person's surname was Zhao or Chen.
In today's society, a phone number represented a person's identity. As long as one had a phone number, they could have basic necessities. If they used someone else's phone number, they could hide their true identity. It was considered a new type of crime.
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