Detective From the Future Chapter 417: Investigation

"Last time, what happened to Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"He was beaten, I said to call the police, but he refused." Ning Yuerong choked.

"Why was he beaten?"

"It is related to his work."

"What does he do?"

"Xiaoshan is an internet writer."

"Is it written on the Internet?"

"Yes, yes, Xiaoshan works very hard and can code words every day. He is really hardworking."

Chen Xia pouted her lips: "Yeah, that's serious work."

"Mom, work is regardless of high or low. Xiaoshan likes to write very much. This is his dream. I believe he will succeed and write a work recognized by everyone." Ning Yuerong's eyes showed a firm gaze. .

"Cough." Han Bin coughed lightly and interrupted the two people: "Since he is writing at home, why was he beaten?"

Ning Yuerong said helplessly: "The internet writer updates every day. Some time ago, Xiaoshan Cavan couldn’t think of it after sitting at the computer desk for a day. He could only write one update every day. A reader thought he updated. When I was young, I beat him up."

"Puff!"

Zhao Ming couldn't help but smile. This reason is too bloody. If others believe it or not, he doesn't know, but he doesn't believe it anyway.

Han Bin glared at him and continued to ask: "Me too, the author's failure to update is really annoying. It's normal to despise it in this chapter. It's not enough to hit someone."

"I didn't believe it at first, so I asked Xiaoshan if there were other reasons. Xiaoshan said...he was out of context."

Han Bin "..."

Zhao Ming "..."

Well, Han Bin is also a little uncertain about the latter reason.

Maybe...probably...maybe it's a motivation.

"What is the name of the book friend who hit him?"

"I don't know, he wouldn't say it."

Zhao Ming asked: "Since he was beaten, why didn't he call the police?"

Ning Yuerong sighed: "He said that the book friend is so impulsive that he really likes his work. Yes, he is an iron fan, and he also recognizes him."

Chen Xia was a little speechless: "Oh, do you think these Internet writers are stupid, beaten, and still have fun."

Ning Yuerong's eyes were red: "Mom, how can you say that? I know you don't like him and think that his work is unstable, but he and I really love him. He treats me very well, and I don't care about his work. "

"Mom came from your age too, for your own good. I don't expect you to find a rich man, at least one who has a decent job." Chen Xiayu said earnestly.

Ma Jingbo interrupted the two: "Okay, go to Zhao Xiaoshan's house."

Room 702, Unit 2, Building 1.

"Crack." Ning Yuerong opened the door: "Xiaoshan, are you at home?"

There was no response from the room.

Han Bin was the first to enter the house wearing a mask. As soon as he entered the door, there was no one in the kitchen. No one was seen in the living room.

This is a two-bedroom house. Zhao Ming and Tian Li checked the room and the toilet, but they didn't find Zhao Xiaoshan.

"Xiaoshan, where are you going?" Ning Yuerong cried.

Han Bin looked around. There is not much furniture in the living room. On the right hand side is the master bedroom. There is only one bed, one wardrobe, and two bedside tables. The quilt on the bed is messy and didn't tidy up after getting up.

On his side lies a desk and office chair. On the desk is a computer, snacks, and a bucket of instant noodles.

Han Bin checked, there was only a half of the instant noodles left: "Is Zhao Xiaoshan a big appetite?"

"Big, he uses his brain to code words, he can't concentrate when he is hungry, so he usually eats more." Ning Yuerong said.

"Does he usually have the habit of leftovers?"

"No, he was very economical. The two of us went out to eat together. I ate the rest of the noodles, and he would take it." Ning Yuerong said, and couldn't help crying again.

"He seems to be walking in a hurry." Ma Jingbo glanced at the instant noodle bucket:

"Does he often eat instant noodles?"

"Yes, he doesn't cook often, and the speed of cooking is relatively slow. He is afraid of delaying the time of codewords. Usually it is called takeaway. It is a special period. During this time, he often eats instant noodles."

Ma Jingbo touched the keyboard while wearing gloves: "Aren't his parents' homes in the city? Why don't they go home?"

"Creation requires space, and there is no way to concentrate in places with many people, which will affect the efficiency of codewords."

"So, Zhao Xiaoshan is quite ambitious."

"Yes, Xiaoshan really likes writing."

Han Bin checked the windows, the sashes were intact and they were all closed: "He rented this house specially for codewords?"

"No, he bought it." Ning Yuerong said.

"His parents bought it with money, or did he make money to buy it?"

Ning Yuerong said with some pride: "Xiaoshan's conditions are average, and there are two brothers. His parents are not able to buy a house for him. He made it for himself."

"How did you make the money?" Zhao Ming asked surprised, the house price in Qindao is not cheap, there are several young people in their twenties who can buy a house on their own.

"Codeword, this is his codeword to earn money to buy."

"My day, true or false, write so to make money." Zhao Ming was even more surprised.

Ning Yuerong glanced at her mother: "Although most of the authors are not making money, Xiaoshan is different. He really works hard, loves the industry very much, and has a talent for codewords. He can rely on This industry feeds itself."

Zhao Ming still doesn't believe it: "How much does he make every month?"

Ning Yuerong glanced at her mother again: "Thirty or forty thousand."

"Tsk tusk, I want to change my career." Han Bin smiled.

"Brother Bin, if you change your career, you have to take me." Zhao Ming joked.

"While playing, there is no shortage of houses in your house."

Zhao Ming "..."

Han Bin took out his cell phone: "What's the name Zhao Xiaoshan wrote?"

"The King of Real Estate."

Han Bin searched: "His pen name is Ning Xiaoshan."

"Yes."

Han Bin is an old bookworm and has some knowledge of the industry. He has never heard of the pseudonym Ning Xiaoshan, which proves that the other party is not a well-known author.

He clicked on the book The King of Real Estate, and he felt that the grades of this book were average, really making so much money?

Han Bin is a little skeptical.

He called Tian Li over and gave a few words in a low voice.

Then the group went to the living room and formally took notes to Ning Yuerong.

Han Bin asked about it routinely, and said straightforwardly: "How long have you known Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"It's been over a year."

"How is your relationship between the two of you?"

"Very good. Both of us are serious and have common hobbies. We rarely quarrel." Ning Yuerong said.

"What time did you contact him yesterday morning?"

"More than eight o'clock."

"Exact time."

Ning Yuerong looked through the phone call records: "8:32."

"When did you notice that his phone is not working?"

"At five o’clock in the afternoon, I sent him a WeChat message, but he did not reply. At the time I thought he was busy. At eight o’clock in the evening, I sent him a WeChat message but still didn’t reply. I called him at 8:30 and found him. My phone went down. I realized something was wrong."

"Why didn't you call the police at that time?"

"I’m not sure what happened to him. I wanted to visit his house at the time, but now it’s a special period. My parents don’t let me go out during the day, let alone at night. I also wonder if he doesn’t have a mobile phone. Powered up, and just waited all night, who knew it would be like this..." Ning Yuerong sobbed again.

"Is there anything unusual about Zhao Xiaoshan recently?"

"Nothing."

"Does he have any close friends."

Ning Yuerong thought for a while: "No, he is a very homely man and has no good friends."

"What do you think about his disappearance?"

Ning Yuerong shook her head: "I don't know. I never thought that this kind of thing would happen to him. He is a very nice and kind person. This kind of thing shouldn't happen to him."

Seeing that Ning Yuerong was about to cry again, Han Bin changed his words: "How is the relationship between your parents and Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"My parents don’t want us to be together. They think Xiaoshan’s family conditions are average, and there is a younger brother who goes to college, and he doesn’t have a serious job. Understand them, I know they are for my good. However, they don’t understand me and Xiaoshan."

Ning Yuerong twisted her hands together and said with a look of longing: "I believe that if I am with Xiaoshan, I will cross over as much as possible. Xiaoshan will also have his own career, and he will become a A successful writer will surely make my parents look at me."

"Have your parents had any conflict with Zhao Xiaoshan?" Han Bin tentatively asked.

"No, Xiaoshan went to our house, and the atmosphere was pretty good at the time, without any conflict."

"Has Zhao Xiaoshan said, who is he going to meet or where?"

"I didn't say, I recalled it carefully, and didn't feel anything unusual." Ning Yuerong wiped her eyes.

"Are there any changes in the things in this room?" Han Bin asked.

"No, Xiaoshan rarely cleans up the house, usually I came to help him clean up."

"Is there any transportation for Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"Xiaoshan has a car, and usually the car key is placed in the bag at the door. I saw it when I came in, and there is no more."

"What car?"

"It's a white BMW."

"He bought it himself?"

"Yes."

After asking a few more questions, without asking any more clues, Han Bin let Ning Yuerong and Chen Xia leave.

Before leaving, Ning Yuerong still clutched Han Bin's arm and asked what happened to Zhao Xiaoshan.

Now the facts of the case are still unclear, and Han Bin can't say too much, only a few perfunctory sentences.

Tell her that if the case has progressed or Zhao Xiaoshan has been found, she will be contacted as soon as possible.

Ning Yuerong was willing to leave now.

After sending Ning Yuerong mother and daughter to leave, Han Bin returned to the living room and asked Ma Jingbo who was sitting on the sofa: "Captain Ma, do you want to call the technical team over?"

"Well, I have already notified." Ma Jingbo thought thoughtfully.

Seeing that the other party was a little absent-minded, Han Bin couldn't help but ask: "What are you thinking?"

Ma Jingbo touched his chin: "Write, really make money?"

Han Bin shook his head and laughed: "I don't know much about this either."

After a while, the technical team arrived and surveyed the room, but no blood was found.

Zhao Xiaoshan's computer was also brought back to the Yuhua branch.

For an online writer, a computer is essential, and you may find some important clues.

Han Bin also found a real estate certificate from the cabinet. The owner's name was Zhao Xiaoshan.

There are still thousands of dollars in cash under the drawer of the coffee table in the living room. There is no sign of theft in the house.

After a while, Tian Li and Zhao Ming returned.

Ma Jingbo glanced at the two of them: "Does the property company have any clues?"

"We checked the monitoring of the property. At 9 o'clock yesterday morning, the man suspected of Zhao Xiaoshan was wearing a mask, got out of the garage by the elevator, and left the complex in a white BMW." Zhao Ming said.

Ma Jingbo nodded and ordered: "Send the screenshot of Zhao Xiaoshan's video to Ning Yuerong so that she can identify it."

"Yes."

Han Bin glanced at his watch and asked Tian Li on the side: "Is there any news from the station?"

"I'm preparing to report to you. I contacted the website written by Zhao Xiaoshan. The person in charge of the website checked. Zhao Xiaoshan is indeed the author of the contract. He also wrote the book called the King of Real Estate. However, he Last month’s contribution fee was not 30,000 or 40,000."

"How much is that?"

"More than two thousand before tax~IndoMTL.com~less than two thousand after tax."

Ma Jingbo was a little surprised: "rmb?"

"Yes."

"The monthly salary Ning Yuerong said was 30,000 or 40,000, but it was nearly 20 times worse." Han Bin took out his mobile phone and found the book about the real estate king again, but he felt that the income of about 2,000 was more in line.

"I think there is no need for the person in charge of the website to lie." Tian Li said.

Ma Jingbo nodded: "Either Ning Yuerong lied or Zhao Xiaoshan lied."

"I also think these two people lied." Han Bin agreed, and then thought of something, and continued: "However, Zhao Xiaoshan's name is indeed written on the house book. How did his house and car come from? Yes? It’s worth a lot of money."

"I'm thinking about this issue too." Ma Jingbo stood up, paced and walked a few steps: "Will Zhao Xiaoshan have other jobs? The so-called online writer is just a cover."

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