Detective From the Future Chapter 412: Did not eat?

　　 Ma Gaohai was already crying in silence.

　　"I didn’t...I didn’t kill...youzi, he hit me by himself and stuck his right hand on the poison needle. At the time, we were terrified and didn’t react. When I saw him fall down It's too late, woooo..."

　　 Zhao Ming was sighed after listening: "Why didn't you call the police?"

　　 "I dare not, I'm afraid I can't tell, I don't want to go to jail."

　　 Zhao Ming guessed: "So, you deliberately threw Tan Guyou's body on the road and disguised it as a car accident?"

　　"I didn’t think so much. After knowing that my friend was poisoned, I was already shocked. I saw a few people in the village approaching. I knew that someone might have discovered it, so I helped my friend to get on the motorcycle. Hurry and ran away." Speaking of this, Ma Gaohai showed a touch of helplessness:

　　"When I was passing by the intersection of Bei'an Village and Qingbin Road, there was a ridge when I got on the highway. My friend got off his motorcycle. My mind was blank at the time, and I don’t know...I don’t I know how to explain to my friend's house, I..."

　　 Ma Gaohai shook his head, unable to speak anymore.

　　 "You mean that you didn't intentionally throw Tan Guyou on Qingbin Road."

　　 "Yes, I didn't mean it, I was stupid at the time and I didn't know what I was doing."

　　"Where is Tan Guyou's phone?"

　　 "In my pigpen."

　　 Han Bin tentatively asked: "You called Feng Ruili that car sales call?"

　　 "Yes."

　　"Why call Feng Ruili?"

　　 "I don't know, I'm confused..."

　　 "I don't think you are confused at all, otherwise, why would you take Tan Guyou's cell phone away and call Feng Ruili under the guise of a salesperson." Han Bin snorted and continued:

　　 "Your purpose is to interfere with the investigation, so that the police will not associate Tan Guyou's death with you."

　　 "I don't know how this happened. I was really frightened. I never thought it would happen..." Ma Gaohai patted his forehead, always defending himself.

　　"Where is the motorcycle?"

　　 "I was lost in the ground."

　　"Where are crossbows and poison?"

　　 "I was buried in my own land, comrade police, you must believe me, my friend did not kill me, he really hit me on the initiative."

　　 Han Bin's conversation turned, "You said, you and Tan Guyou found half of your hand in the dog's mouth?"

　　 "Yes, it was the half of the palm that scared the friend, it killed the friend, and it killed the friend."

　　"Where is that half of the palm?"

　　"It's right next to the firewood stack of a family at the west entrance of Bei'an Village."

　　 "Ma Gaohai, you'd better not deceive the police anymore, otherwise, the credibility of your testimony will definitely be questioned." Han Bin warned.

　　 "I understand, I really didn't lie, I really dare not."

　　 "Dingling bell..." At this moment, Han Bin's cell phone rang.

　　 Han Bin took out his cell phone and took a look. The screen showed his father's phone number.

　　 Han Bin left the house and pressed the answer button: "Dad."

　　 "Binzi, where is it?"

　　"We are investigating the case at Qingguang Town Police Station."

　　 "Be careful, be sure to wear a mask."

　　 "I see, Dad, you have to be careful too."

　　 "I won't ask you what case you are investigating, but let me remind you that the file has already been downloaded from the above. If you want to close the cun tomorrow, don't run around."

　　 "It's so serious!"

　　 "Beware of it before it happens."

　　 "I see, you take care of yourself."

　　 "So are you." Han Weidong finished speaking and hung up his cell phone.

　　 Han Bin sighed, the above decision made him realize the seriousness of the situation again.

　　 Han Bin thought that after capturing Ma Gaohai, he would not have to run outside.

　　 However, Ma Gaohai confessed half of his hand again, which is probably related to a murder case, and even worse than Tan Guyou's case.

　　 After a while, Zhao Ming and Tian Li also walked out.

　　 Zhao Ming handed Han Bin a cigarette.

　　 Han Bin glanced around and saw that there were no people, so he took off his mask and lit a cigarette.

　　 "Brother Bin, I read online and say that smoking can also prevent inflammation." Zhao Ming smiled.

　　 Tian Li rolled her eyes: "I also heard that putting sesame oil in the nostrils can play a protective role."

　　 Han Bin took a cigarette and reprimanded: "Don't talk about things that are not visible. Wearing a mask is better than anything messy."

　　 Zhao Mingshen smiled and said: "Hey, this is what I tell you, and I don’t talk to outsiders."

　　 "Team leader, what shall we do next?" Tian Li asked.

　　 Han Bin thought for a moment, and then said: "The Bei'an Village is definitely going to be there. If there is a severed hand that Ma Gaohai said, it is the important evidence of this case, or the source of another case. It is impossible to ignore this. Clues."

　　 "Will this severed hand be evidence that Ma Gaohai fabricated himself in order to get rid of crime." Zhao Ming analyzed.

　　 "I hope so."

　　 Then, Han Bin found the police chief Sun Weixi and asked him and the police station’s policeman to **** Ma Gaohai’s wife to find the crossbow and poison buried in their own ground, as well as the cell phone in the pigpen. These are all very important. evidence.

　　 Han Bin took Ma Gaohai to Bei'an Village to check the clues of the broken hand.

　　……

　　 West Exit of Bei'an Village.

　　 Han Bin and others drove to Bei'an Village. From time to time, they could see groups of three to five, or even more than a dozen people in groups, basically not wearing masks. (This is the case on our side. The real emphasis is on the second day of the Lunar New Year cun.)

　　 Not long after, the head of Bei'an Village walked over. The head of the village was called Zhao Chuan. He seemed to be in his fifties and was very tall.

　　 Seeing that Zhao Chuan didn't wear a mask, Han Bin handed him one. Although he put it on, he looked a little disapproving.

　　 "Mr. Zhao, who is celebrating the Chinese New Year, you have to take a trip, please." Han Bin said politely.

　　 Zhao Chao habitually took out a box of cigarettes, but when he thought of the mask on his mouth, he fell into his pocket again: "Comrade, it's New Year's Day, so why don't you rest? It's hard work."

　　 Han Bin showed a wry smile: "We also want to rest. The key is that there is a case under investigation and there is no way to rest."

　　 Zhao Fuxuan curiously said: "Is there any important case in our village?"

　　 Han Bin briefly introduced the situation.

　　 Hearing that there might be a bone in the hand near the west entrance of the village, Zhao Chuan was also taken aback: "Comrade police, could it be the suspect you caught lying? The law and order in our village has always been very good. How could this happen? Kind of things."

　　 "I also hope he is lying, but considering the stability of the village, I still have to verify it."

　　 "Thank you." Zhao Fu shook Han Bin's hand and said gratefully: "Comrade police, rest assured, our village will definitely cooperate with you in your work."

　　 Then, Han Bin and others escorted Ma Gaohai to identify the scene.

　　 Under the leadership of Ma Gaohai, the crowd walked more than two hundred meters, and they found a firewood pile and a family nearby.

　　 Ma Gaohai pointed to the firewood stack: "The dog fell here at the time. I used a stick to pick it up with the palm of my hand. It should have fallen to the firewood stack."

　　 Han Bin winked at Zhao Ming.

　　 Zhao Ming is a bold man, put on his gloves and walked directly to the firewood stack, searched carefully, squatted down, and shouted: "Bin, really has half of his palm."

　　 Han Bin walked over and looked towards Zhao Ming. As expected, there was a half of his palm, with three fingers on the top of the palm, and a wrist bone underneath. It was dipped in dirty soil and mixed around the wooden stick for a while. It's hard to tell.

　　 Zhao Ming took up his palm and observed carefully: "It can't be wrong, it's human hands."

　　 Han Bin frowned: "Tian Li, call the technical team and the forensic department and ask them to come over."

　　 "Yes."

　　 After seeing the palm, Ma Gaohai looked very excited: "Comrade police, I didn't lie, it was this palm that killed us. If it weren't for this palm, my friend would not die, and I would not be arrested."

　　Ma Gaohai’s voice was loud, and it attracted the attention of the surrounding villagers.

　　 Han Bin scolded: "Okay, don't shout!"

　　 Seeing villagers walking here, Han Bin was afraid that they would destroy the scene: "Zhao Ming, pull up the cordon."

　　 "Yes."

After 　　 explained, Han Bin walked to Ma Gaohai: "Where is the dog you poisoned to death?"

　　 "I don't know, I saw a few villagers coming, so I ran away, the dog was very fat, maybe it was taken away by those villagers." Ma Gaohai guessed.

　　 At this time, many villagers surrounded the cordon, and the village chief Zhao Chuan stood aside, looking a little frightened.

　　" Village Chief Zhao, Village Chief Zhao."

　　 Han Bin yelled twice before Zhao Fu responded: "Ah, Comrade Police, you call... call me."

　　"Mr. Zhao~IndoMTL.com~ Could you please ask the villagers around the cordon if anyone saw a dead dog nearby on January 22nd."

　　 "Ah, okay, let me ask."

　　 Zhao Chuan responded and walked to the cordon. Before he could speak, the villager next to him curiously asked: "Village Chief, what's wrong with this place, what's wrong with this?"

　　"The police are investigating the case, you all stay away." Zhao Fu pointed at a man: "You... go back, don't get into the line."

　　 A man in his twenties, with a lock of white hair dyed next to his hair, curiously said: "Uncle Zhao, what is the case? It's a whole thing on the first day of the new year."

　　"Don't worry about the case, let me ask you something. On January 22nd, did you pick up a dead dog near here?"

　　 The man who had just spoken touched his chin: "January 22, which is the 28th of the New Year, I remember, Wang Baoshuan, the kid, picked up a dog that day. He was not completely dead and his body was hot. "

　　"Where is the dog?" Zhao Fu asked further.

　　 Han Bin also came over, standing by and listening.

　　"The dog, it’s a golden retriever, it’s pretty good-looking. I still wonder if it can be saved, and I will keep it. Later, Wang Baoshuan said that he could not live anymore, it should have been poisoned to death by the person who stole the dog. , He saw people on motorcycles poisoning dogs all the way, and he was scared away by a few people with him."

　　 "May I ask your dog?"

　　The man with a lock of white hair scratched his head: "Bao Shuan got home, and he said that he had cleaned up and asked us all to eat together. It's not a problem for the past two days, so I didn't go."

　　 "Did the dog eat it?"