"Drama actor," Han Bin mumbled.
Han Bin's micro-expression analysis was only at the entry-level. There were advanced and expert levels above it.
Micro-expression analysis was used to determine a person's true feelings and emotions through facial expressions and body movements.
The entry-level micro-expression analysis could only be distinguished through body movements.
The advanced and expert micro-expression analysis was used to determine a person's emotions through facial expressions.
Micro-expression could last for at least 1/25 of a second. It was an instinctive expression that couldn't be controlled by the human mind. It was very difficult to accurately capture it.
As an actor, they had to learn to control their emotions. They had to put themselves into the role and act whatever emotions they put into it.
Han Bin's micro-expression analysis was only at the entry-level. If Tang Yu's acting was good enough, she might have tricked him. Then, Tang Yu's statement wouldn't be credible.
Tang Yu, Xiang Hongbo, and Luo Xinghua's information were displayed on the projector. Luo Xinghua's address was also recorded.
Ring ring ring … Zeng Ping's phone rang.
Zeng Ping got up to answer the call.
When he returned, Zeng Ping smiled. "There's news from the WeChat company. They checked He Shirui's payment records. She spent 48 yuan at the Golden Sand Bar at around 10 p.m. the night before yesterday."
It was time to file a case!
…
There were many office buildings around the cafe. To cater to the tastes of the white-collar class, the cafe's decorations were mainly white and elegant. It had a little bourgeois atmosphere.
There were two men and a woman sitting against the inner wall. The man and woman sitting together were Tang Yu and Xiang Hongbo. The man sitting across from them looked to be in his twenties and wore black-rimmed glasses.
"Hongbo, the cops didn't find anything on me, right?" the man in black-rimmed glasses asked.
"No," Xiang Hongbo said.
"That's good." The man in black-rimmed glasses let out a long sigh of relief.
Luo Xinghua said as he picked up a travel bag from below and placed it on the coffee table.
"Tang Tang, you've had a lot of contact with the police. Why don't you tell them?" Xiang Hongbo said.
Tang Yu nodded and told him about her contact with the police yesterday.
Luo Xinghua listened and occasionally asked a few questions. The three of them chatted for half an hour before leaving the cafe.
As soon as the three of them left the cafe, a man followed them. The man was young and wore a cap. He was Han Bin's informant, Chen San.
He rubbed his chin and muttered, "What's in the travel bag?"
…
After Zeng Ping reported the progress of the case to Zheng Kaixuan, Zheng Kaixuan officially applied to the branch for investigation.
At this time, Zhao Ming sent the communication records of Xiang Hongbo and the other two to the WeChat group.
The WeChat company was also very cooperative and sent the chat records of Xiang Hongbo and the other two.
Zeng Ping walked into the office with the printed documents. "The phone records and WeChat records are all here. Let's see what kind of relationship they have."
"Yes."
The four of them used different contact methods, so it was a bit messy to organize them. Under Han Bin's suggestion, they organized them according to the timeline.
After organizing for half an hour, Han Bin and the others finally had a clue.
Tap, tap, tap … A series of footsteps sounded, and Zheng Kaixuan walked into the office.
"Captain Zheng, has the application been approved?" Zeng Ping asked.
"Although there were no fatal injuries found on the victim's body, based on the WeChat payment records and the bartender's testimony, it's enough to confirm that this wasn't a simple accidental death. The branch has already approved the case for investigation."
"That's great. It can be considered an explanation for the victim's family," Tian Li said.
"Don't celebrate too early. If we can't catch the murderer after we've filed the case, it'll be your responsibility," Zheng Kaixuan warned.
"Captain Zheng is right. Filing the case is just the beginning. Our real challenge is yet to come," Zeng Ping added.
Zheng Kaixuan pulled a chair over and sat down. "Is there any new progress on the case?"
Zeng Ping pouted. "Han Bin, go ahead."
"We got the contact information of He Shirui, Tang Yu, Xiang Hongbo, and Luo Xinghua. After comparing them, we found some abnormalities." Han Bin held the carbon pen in his right hand and spun it a few times.
"Before He Shirui's death, Luo Xinghua was in frequent contact with Xiang Hongbo and He Shirui, but after He Shirui's death, Luo Xinghua rarely contacted Xiang Hongbo. Even if he did, he only called and never used WeChat."
"What's the relationship between these four people?" Zheng Kaixuan asked.
"Luo Xinghua and Xiang Hongbo are friends. Xiang Hongbo and Tang Yu are lovers. Luo Xinghua is pursuing He Shirui, so he's willing to pay for her room."
"Did he succeed?"
"I don't think so," Han Bin said.
"Does Luo Xinghua have anything to do with He Shirui's death?"
"Before He Shirui's death, Xiang Hongbo knew that Mao Yiran came to Qingdao and told Luo Xinghua about it, which made Luo Xinghua angry and nervous. He even wanted to find someone to deal with Mao Yiran," Han Bin said.
"How did Xiang Hongbo know that Mao Yiran came to Qingdao?" Li Hui asked.
"I think Tang Yu lied." Han Bin squatted on the table with the pen in his hand.
"He Shirui must have told her about Mao Yiran coming to Qingdao. She might have even discussed it with her. Tang Yu told her boyfriend, and Xiang Hongbo told Luo Xinghua through WeChat."
Zheng Kaixuan rubbed his chin and thought for a moment. "Where was Luo Xinghua on the day He Shirui died?"
"From the chat history between Luo Xinghua and Xiang Hongbo, we can see that Mao Yiran's arrival has given him a lot of pressure. In order to pursue He Shirui, Luo Xinghua is prepared to spend a lot of money to rent a yacht to take He Shirui out to sea. The appointment time is 8: 00 p.m. on August 24th," Han Bin said.
"He Shirui died between 8 pm and 10 pm, which means that He Shirui probably died on the yacht," Zheng Kaixuan guessed.
"He Shirui can't swim. After falling into the water, she tried to grab onto the yacht to save herself. That's why there are paint chips under her nails. It matches with Dr. Wu's conclusion," Zeng Ping analyzed.
Zheng Kaixuan nodded. "I've finally found some clues."
Ding Ling Ling …
His phone rang. Zeng Ping walked to the side to answer it.
A moment later, Zeng Ping walked back with a frown.
"Captain Zheng, something happened again!"
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