Bai Cui District, Room 402.
Lin Chunhua sat on the sofa, smoking. There was a bottle of wine, a plate of peanuts, and a pig head on the table.
Lin Chunhua ate from time to time and took a sip of wine.
Lin Chunhua didn't have any other hobbies. He just liked to drink and smoke.
Knock knock … There was a knock on the door.
"Who is it?"
No one answered. There was another knock on the door.
Lin Chunhua took a sip of wine, walked to the door, and looked through the peephole.
There was a man standing outside. Although Lin Chunhua had only seen him once, he had a deep impression of him. He opened the door with trembling hands.
Creak … The door opened, and Lin Chunhua squeezed out a smile. "Officer Wang, why are you here again?"
It was Wang Xiao who stood at the door, and there were more police officers hiding on both sides of the wall. Han Bin had also arrived.
"Lin Chunhua, we would like to ask you to make an additional statement."
"Officer Wang, I've already made it clear last time. I don't know anything else."
Han Bin said, "You don't have to be nervous. We just want to ask you a few questions."
Wang Xiao introduced, "This is Captain Han, the person in charge of Xiao Bingtian's murder case."
"Hello, Captain Han." Lin Chunhua quickly shook hands with Han Bin.
Han Bin sized him up. "Mr. Lin, sorry to disturb you. Do you want to go back to the police station with us to make a statement or do it here?"
"I …" Lin Chunhua hesitated. He glanced at the living room and was about to say something when Han Bin walked in.
"Let's hurry up and make a statement. We still need to question others later."
Hearing Han Bin's words, Lin Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief.
"Okay, we'll do it at my house."
Han Bin walked around the living room. "Mr. Lin, can you pour me a glass of water?"
"Okay." Lin Chunhua turned and went to the dining room.
Han Bin stared at his walking posture.
When Lin Chunhua returned to the living room, he was holding a plate with a few glasses of water.
Seeing the wine bottle and plates on the coffee table, Lin Chunhua was a little embarrassed. "I didn't have anything to do today, so I just drank a few glasses."
Lin Chunhua took the wine bottle and the dishes to the kitchen.
Han Bin was still staring at him.
A person's walking posture could affect a person's footprints. Han Bin could also determine whether the person's footprints matched the footprints at the crime scene through their walking posture.
After a round of comparison, Han Bin was already seventy to eighty percent sure.
Lin Chunhua finished cleaning up and sat on the other side of the sofa. "Captain Han, please ask away."
Han Bin nodded and went straight to the point. "Lin Chunhua, where were you on January 31st between 4 p.m. and 8 p.m.? What have you done? "
Lin Chunhua glanced at Wang Xiao, who was next to her. "I told Officer Wang everything when he took the statement last time."
"Then say it again."
"I'm in charge of installing broadband at the telecommunications company. I'm not busy that day, and I don't have much work to do. I get off work around five o 'clock, and then I go home."
"You live in the same building as Xiao Bingtian, and you live above him. That means you have to pass by his door when you go home."
"Yes."
"Was there anything unusual in his house at that time?"
"No, I don't have any impression."
"Was Xiao Bingtian's door closed at that time?"
"It should be."
"What I want is an accurate answer?"
"I'm not sure about that. I really can't remember."
"I'll ask you again. On the afternoon of January 31st, did you go to Xiao Bingtian's house?"
"Although we are neighbors, I'm not familiar with him, so I haven't been there."
"When we were investigating the scene, we found a set of bloody footprints at Xiao Bingtian's house. It was left by a man wearing leather shoes." Han Bin took out a few photos of the footprints. "Mr. Lin, do you recognize these footprints?"
Lin Chunhua's mouth twitched. Under Han Bin's gaze, he still went over to check it out. He only took a glance and then retracted his neck. "It's so bloody. I can't recognize it."
"Do you usually wear leather shoes?"
Lin Chunhua thought for a moment. "Occasionally."
"We have a field called footprint identification. It's easy to understand. It's to identify the characteristics of the murderer through footprints. This set of bloody footprints may not be anything to you, but it's a very important clue for the police. " Han Bin pointed at the bloody footprints and said, "Through this set of footprints, we can infer the general characteristics of the owner of the footprints.
Male, about forty years old. Thin, about 1.75 meters tall. He walks with a slanted figure. "
Lin Chunhua's face became more and more ugly. "Captain Han, you're not suspecting me, are you?"
"It's not just you. I suspect anyone who matches these characteristics."
"Aren't these characteristics very common? We can find at least eight thousand of them in Qingdao."
Han Bin raised his eyebrows. "You're right. There are many people with these characteristics in Qingdao. But in this building in Bai Cui Community, there aren't many people who match these characteristics."
Lin Chunhua revealed a touch of bitterness. "Well, you're still suspecting me. I'm innocent. I didn't do anything."
"Mr. Lin, you have to fight for the opportunity. Lying to the police requires legal responsibility."
Lin Chunhua's tone was firm. "Captain Han, these footprints really aren't mine."
"You didn't take the eighty thousand?"
"What eighty thousand? I don't even know what you're talking about."
"Okay, since you have a clear conscience, why don't you let us search your home."
"That won't do. My wife is a neat freak. If she finds out that someone has searched our home, she'll fight me."
Han Bin took out a document from his bag and slapped it on the table. "This is the search warrant. If your wife has any objections, she can go to the police station to find me."
"This …" Lin Chunhua's voice was trembling.
Han Bin waved his hand. "Start searching."
Then, Wang Xiao led his team members to search while Han Bin sat on the sofa to rest.
After seeing Lin Chunhua's walking posture, Han Bin could basically confirm that the bloody footprints at the crime scene were left by him.
The police officers split up to search. Lin Chunhua was a little flustered at first. "Officers, please don't search."
"That's my wife's closet. There's underwear in there."
"Hey, hey, that's my child's …"
Lin Chunhua followed the police officers and circled around a few times. He wanted to stop them but couldn't do anything. He could only sit back on the sofa.
After a while, the team members were almost done searching and reported to Han Bin.
"Captain Han, there's nothing suspicious in the kitchen."
"Nothing in the toilet."
"There's nothing suspicious in the master bedroom."
"Nothing in the living room …"
Lin Chunhua was sitting on the side. He could also hear the team members' reports. He secretly breathed a sigh of relief. "Captain Han, I've said it before. These bloody footprints really aren't mine."
"Lin Chunhua, stand up."
"Ah … What's wrong?"
Han Bin pointed to Zhao Ming. "Search the sofa he's sitting on."
"Yes." Zhao Ming responded. He walked to Lin Chunhua's side and motioned him to move.
Lin Chunhua stood up reluctantly. "A police officer has already searched it. There's nothing under my sofa."
"Move," Zhao Ming said.
Two police officers helped Lin Chunhua to the side.
Zhao Ming pushed the sofa away. There was indeed nothing under the sofa. However, out of trust in Han Bin, Zhao Ming searched very carefully and found a seam behind the sofa.
The seam was not very strong. Zhao Ming tore a hole and looked inside. "Captain Han, there's a backpack hidden under the sofa."
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