Detective From the Future: Two hundred and thirty-five separate investigations

The investigation and monitoring work continued until ten o'clock in the evening.

I still haven't found the woman. Everyone has been busy for a day, and the investigation work can only come to an end temporarily.

The next morning.

Han Bin arrived at the branch office at 8 o'clock in the morning and went to Zheng Kaixuan's office to report to his work before returning to the second group office.

The team members have arrived, all sitting at their desks for breakfast.

"Let’s have a morning meeting while eating." Han Bin poured a cup of coffee and said:

"Have you finished watching the surveillance around the Tangu community?"

"With a specific target, the investigation is relatively fast. The surveillance video I am responsible for has been checked until October 25." Li Hui said.

"I also checked the number 25." Zhao Ming said.

"I found the 26th." Sun Xiaopeng said.

"I checked the 24th." Tian Li said.

"If that woman lives in the Tangu community, even if she goes home that day and does not come out again, she will usually have a track of activities, which shouldn't be impossible to find out." Han Bin said.

"Is it possible that Tangu Community is just to cover people's eyes, not her real address." Tian Li said.

"According to Tian Li's thinking, if the suspect parked the car in the Tangu community in advance, she would take a taxi back to the Tangu community after committing the crime, and then drive away, the surveillance would indeed not be able to capture the whereabouts." Li Hui said.

"Then check from the acquaintances around the deceased, there will always be no unprovoked hatred." Han Bin said, pointing to Sun Xiaopeng on the side: "Continue to contact the contacts on the deceased's correspondence list and let them come to the branch. Take notes."

"Tian Li, Zhao Ming, you two check the deceased's room opening record. If the deceased really has a lover, there must be a place for a date." Han Bin ordered.

Zhao Ming smiled: "Understood."

"Boom." Just then, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Please come in." Han Bin said.

"Crack..." The door rang.

Wei Zimo pushed the door and walked in: "Yeah, your office is so fragrant, what good food do you eat?"

"Why do you have time to come to our side today." Han Bin smiled.

"Group leader Han, congratulations, you won't notify everyone of your promotion. I still want to celebrate for you." Wei Zimo arched his hands.

"This time is too busy. When the work is over, I will invite everyone to dinner." Han Bin said.

"With your words, my trip today is not in vain." Wei Zimo smiled, and then said:

"After our team took over the case of reselling the stolen car, we searched Fan Zhenye's mobile phone and GPS for the first time. We only found it this morning. It has been sent to the technical team. Sister Zhao asked me to tell you."

"Okay, it's hard work." Han Bin showed a touch of joy.

Wei Zimo chatted for a few more words, and then left the office. His team also had a case to investigate, but it was not the time to chat.

Li Hui, I'll leave it to you to check the GPS of the Mercedes-Benz and Fan Zhenye's cell phone. "Han Bin said.

"No problem." Li Hui nodded.

He has been with the Interpol for the longest time and has the most experience, so he can be on his own.

After arranging the work, everyone started investigating separately.

Han Bin checked the surveillance, but still didn't have any clues.

"Boom." At around nine o'clock in the morning, there was a knock on the door outside.

"Come in."

"Crack..." The door opened, and a man in his twenties stood outside: "Hello, is Police Officer Sun Xiaopeng here?"

"I am." Sun Xiaopeng stood up and said.

"My name is Wang Zijia. You notified me to do the transcript."

"Come in." Sun Xiaopeng greeted.

Han Bin took a look at the other person, and pointed to the opposite chair: "Sit here, I'll make a note for you."

"Yes." Wang Zijia nodded.

Han Bin asked about it routinely, and said straightforwardly: "Wang Zijia, what is the relationship between you and Fan Zhenye?"

"Mr. Fan, it is my client."

"He invested in a wealth management product in our company, and I have always been responsible for it."

"What is the amount of investment?" Han Bin asked.

"50,000 yuan."

"When was the last time you saw him?"

"It's been a while, we don't see each other frequently, usually by phone. He is very interested in investment and financial management, and he often discusses some financial information with me." Wang Zijia said.

"Recently, during the call and contact, was there anything unusual about Fan Zhenye?" Han Bin asked.

"I don't feel much, but he asked me one thing specifically, I don't know if it is abnormal."

"What's the matter?"

"He asked me, if I get divorced, the income from financial products will be distributed to his wife. I said yes, and he asked me if he could reasonably circumvent him and leave him alone in the case of divorce. Exclusive financial management income." Wang Zijia couldn't help asking after finishing saying:

"Comrade police, what happened to Fan Zhenye?"

"Dead."

Wang Zijia was taken aback for a moment, and then asked: "Could it be that the deceased in the street murder on Jing'an South Road was Mr. Fan?"

"How do you know?" Han Bin was a little surprised.

"I saw what someone posted on the Internet. I didn't believe it at first. I didn't expect it to be true. For the first time, I felt that the murder case was close to me." Wang Zijia said with emotion.

Han Bin frowned. This is not good news for him. He feels that the pressure on his body has increased a bit.

"Where were you at about nine o'clock in the evening on September 27th?"

"What do you mean, don't you doubt me?" Wang Zijia frowned.

"Routine inquiry."

"It's been two or three days, I can't remember it at once." Wang Zijia said.

"Think carefully."

"I seemed to have a massage that day."

"Where is the massage?"

"It's not what you think. I went to a regular massage shop. Recently, I was busy at work. I often squeeze my back pain." Wang Zijia said hurriedly.

"What's the name of the store?"

"On Heping Road, the name is Master Wang Physiotherapy Massage Shop." Wang Zijia said.

"Have you heard that Fan Zhenye has a lover?" Han Bin asked.

"I can't do this. We are only dealing with business, and people won't tell me." Wang Zijia shook his head.

"Apart from her wife~IndoMTL.com~Has he complained about anyone else?" Han Bin asked.

Wang Zijia hesitated for a moment, and said: "Once, he asked me about wealth management products, and after asking, he yelled, saying that he didn't understand anything when he was just doing finance, and was fooled by a stinky woman. More than one million, I don’t know the specifics very well."

"Do you know who she is talking about?"

"I don't know." Wang Zijia shook his head.

After asking a few more questions, Han Bin let Wang Zijia leave without getting any more clues.

Sun Xiaopeng sent away Wang Zijia, walked to Han Bin's side, and asked: "Brother Bin, do you think the woman scolded by the deceased is his lover?"

"It's possible." Han Bin muttered.

This case is more complicated than imagined. In addition to the woman under surveillance, Cai Xiuyan's suspicion has risen further.

"Dingling bell..." At this moment, a ringing of the cell phone rang.