Detective From the Future Chapter 398: Hidden (Happy New Year!)

Han Bin worked on the computer and found a high-definition screenshot. The license plate of the black car is Lu b512xx.

The car was driving from the intersection of Linan Street to Pingxin Street. The car was still intact when passing Linan Street, but when it drove to the intersection of Pingxin Street, the front of the car had been damaged.

The distance between the two intersections is only a few kilometers, but this car drove for nearly an hour.

This car has stayed on the road near the place where the body was thrown for so long. There must have been an accident.

Han Bin called Li Hui and asked him to check whether the Lu b512xx car had an accident reported by the insurance company and the traffic police yesterday.

Soon Han Bin received a reply. Neither the traffic police team nor the insurance company received a call about the car's accident.

This is a very unusual phenomenon. Since there has been a traffic accident, it is reasonable to call the police and report insurance, and let the insurance company come over to settle the claim. Otherwise, what is the point of spending thousands of dollars on auto insurance every year?

Han Bin immediately realized that there must be a problem with this car.

Han Bin directly retrieved the owner's information from the traffic police brigade.

Car owner: Wang Zengmin

Date of birth: May 15, 1990

Mobile phone number: 13705xxxx

Model: Black Volkswagen Car

Address: No. 114, Pingxin Village, Yuhua District, Qindao City.

Han Bin has never been to Pingxin Village. The countryside is different from the city. Even if you have an address, it is difficult to find a specific location if you are not from the village.

Han Bin and Qiu Yiming met at the entrance of Pingxin Village and drove directly to the village committee.

The village chief is called Li Jianxin, who is in his early forties, wearing a cotton cap and a blue mask.

After getting to know each other for a while, Li Jianxin personally took Han Bin and others to Wang Zengmin's house.

On the way, Li Jianxin couldn't help inquiring: "Comrade police, what are you looking for with Wang Zengmin? It's the Chinese New Year at this sight, and I have come all the way."

"Does Wang Zengmin's house have a black Volkswagen?" Han Bin asked back.

"Hey, I'm really not sure about this, but now things are getting better. Most people have cars. Even if you don't usually buy them, you have to buy them as if you marry a wife. You don't buy a car this year. The girl is willing to follow you." Li Jianxin said.

Don't watch Li Jianxin say something, but this sentence is basically useless.

Han Bin handed a cigarette to the other party: "Mr. Li, is there any surveillance in our village?"

"There is one at the west end of the village and one at the door of the village committee. If you want to check the monitoring, you can go to the village committee to check it at any time."

Pingxin Village is not big. After a group of people walked for a few minutes, Li Jianxin stopped and pointed to an iron fence not far away: "Comrade, that house is Wang Zengmin’s house, I will not go, after all. In a village."

"Okay, go ahead." Han Bin greeted him and watched the village head Li Jianxin leave.

Zhao Ming took a look: "Yeah, this iron fence door is very stylish, it looks like a small villa."

Qiu Yiming smiled: "Now marriage is required to have a house, it is best to buy a house in the city. If the city can't afford a house, just build a house in the village. It takes a lot of effort to marry a wife."

"Tsk tusk, marrying a wife has become a major event these years." Zhao Ming joked.

Qiu Yiming nodded: "Don't say it, it's really a big deal."

Han Bin walked to the door and looked down. There are tire marks on the **** of the door. A pair of couplets have been pasted on the glass bricks on both sides of the door. Wealth is growing.

Zhao Ming stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Anyone?"

"Who is it?"

"Open the door."

Not long after, a 30-year-old man walked to the gate of the iron fence, took a look at Han Bin and others, and his eyes fell on Qiu Yiming: "What's the matter with you?"

"Open the door, we are the police." Zhao Mingliang issued a police officer's card.

The man opened the door with a dazed expression: "Comrade police, are you coming to my house for anything?"

"What's your name?"

"Wang Zengmin."

"Does your family have a black Volkswagen?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Zhao Ming walked straight in and took a look into the courtyard: "Where is the car?"

"The car is on loan."

"Who did you lend to and when did you borrow it?"

Wang Zengmin didn't reply yet, a voice came from the yard: "What's wrong, who's here outside?"

A woman in her thirties came out, wearing an apron with flour on her hands.

"Wife, these are police comrades, asking about our car." Wang Zengmin said.

"What kind of car, our house has no car." The woman gave Wang Zengmin a hand: "Comrade police, our house does not have a car, you should go to someone else's house to find out."

Zhao Ming frowned and scolded: "I asked you something, don't open your mouth and come."

"This is my house, don't let me talk yet." The woman raised her neck and became more angry.

"Wang Zengmin admitted just now that your family has a black Volkswagen. You deny it now. We are a silly policeman." Zhao Ming retorted.

"My family has a Volkswagen car, but I lent it to someone to drive it a long time ago, and I am not at home at all. There is indeed no car in our house." The woman quibbled.

"Who did you lend it to?"

Wang Zengmin's wife opened her mouth and came: "Lent it to a friend."

"Which friend?"

"Can't remember, can you let me think about it?" Wang Zengmin's wife asked back.

"Okay." Han Bin waved his hand: "Take them both back to the police station, find a quiet room, and think about it."

Qiu Yiming winked at the two policemen under him: "Take it away."

"Don't don't don't, comrade police, what's the matter to say." Wang Zengmin was a little anxious, and it was the Chinese New Year. Who wants to go to the police station at this moment, if he can't get out, the year will not pass?

Zhao Ming stared: "What, we found your home, but there is full evidence. We have found out you early, and we have been entangled with us."

"Yes, my daughter-in-law is not sensible, please don't be familiar with her." Wang Zengmin said in a flattering tone.

"Where is the car?"

"Yesterday morning, I was young..." Before Wang Zengmin finished speaking, his wife covered his mouth: "Don't tell me, let me say..."

"Pop!"

Wang Zengmin waved his arm and slapped his wife’s face: "This girl, I just gave you a good face for two days, so you can put your nose on your face, and you can just use it as a mess, and you dare to talk nonsense in front of the police. , Do you think about it."

"How dare you hit me..." Wang Zengmin's wife was anxious, and she was about to pull her arms back.

"Pop!"

Wang Zengmin is tall and has long arms, and throws his wife a big mouth: "You are crazy, go back to me, and say one more word, go back to my family."

"Woo..." Wang Zengmin's wife covered her face and ran back to the house crying.

Wang Zengmin glanced at her, and then put on a smiling face: "Comrade police, the old lady is not sensible, don't be familiar with her."

"Wang Zengmin, your family conflicts, our police are not good at interfering too much, but I still want to warn you." Han Bin showed a touch of solemnity:

"From now on, don't beat your wife in front of the police, understand?"

"Yes~IndoMTL.com~ You are right. My daughter-in-law is uneducated, ignorant, and she doesn't have anything to do with her. She will cause you trouble. If you don't beat her, you don't have a long memory." Wang Zengmin sighed. Take a breath:

"I also do it for her good."

"This is the truth." Qiu Yiming sneered. If it weren't for Wang Zengmin's two slaps, he would slap his wife away. With the urinary **** of that girl, she would have to go to the police station.

"Close to the subject, where's the car?"

"Yesterday morning, a relative drove the car away and wanted to drive the subject to the city for fun. He has not returned yet." Wang Zengmin said.

Han Bin looked at the driver who was driving from the high-definition camera, and looked carefully at Wang Zengmin. They really did not look alike.

"What relative? What is it called?"

Wang Zengmin showed a touch of embarrassment: "Chen Lisheng, my brother-in-law."

Zhao Ming hummed: "Hehe, these two slaps are not injustice."