Detective From the Future

On Saturdays, at Han Bin's house.

"How calm it is!…"

Han Bin yawned, slowly opened his eyes, and looked at the phone next to the bed. It was already past eight o'clock. Last night, he invited Li Hui to a barbecue, the latter ordered four roasted lamb loins. Han Bin didn't know Li Hui was a hungry celibate dog, and why had he eaten so much meat? And will he have good digestion and be able to sleep at night?

Han Bin got up, took a shower, cleaned the house, and went down to his parent's house, and as soon as he walked through the door, he shouted: "Mum, do you have anything to eat?"

"Eat some fruit, now it is past nine o'clock, and I'll make you a nice meal at noon," Wang Hui Fang threw the mop aside: "Come here and let's talk something serious."

Han Bin walked over to the coffee table, picked up an apple, and bit off: "What's wrong?"

Wang Hui Fang took out a picture and put it on the coffee table: "Son, do you think this girl is good?"

Han Bin glanced at the girl, the woman's face had a melon grain and her features were delicate in the photo: "It's pretty."

"Do you like her?"

"Won't you introduce someone to my uncle? Why have you made arrangements for me again?"

"Your uncle can wait a minute longer. He is now busy opening an antique store. When his store opens, he can be considered to have a decent job. I will introduce him then," Wang Hui Fang said.

"You are quite experienced."

"What does a man want from a woman? It's either her looks or her career; it doesn't have to be the same."

"Or I'll wait too."

"What more can you expect, you are beautiful, stable at work. It is not the same no matter when you are looking for it," said Wang Hui Fang.

Han Bin stroked his chin. She looked like she really was.

Wang Hui Fang turned the photo over and wrote a few numbers on the back with a carbon pen: "This is the girl's phone number. You can contact her. You just happen to make an appointment for the weekend. Okay, meet her and treat her like a friend, and otherwise mum will meet her for you."

"Pretty professional."

"Stop talking nonsense, hurry to contact the girl, the girl has thin skin, take the initiative," Wang Hui Fang urged.

"Oh..."

Han Bin's cell phone rang. It was a written message from the Second Group of the Qingdao Third Criminal Investigation Team. He clicked on it and found there was Zhang Ping's voice in the message.

"A case came to light and people in the second group immediately rushed to the police station."

"Well received."

Han Bin responded to the written message and noted the phone number in the photo:

"Mom, there is a case, I have to go back to the police station first, then I will contact the other person when I have time."

"Go ahead," Wang Hui Fang waved, and after seeing Han Bin leave, took the picture and glanced up: "Look how beautiful this girl is!"

......

After half an hour, Han Bin took a taxi to the Yuhua branch. As soon as he walked through the door, he saw Zhang Ping standing in the yard smoking a cigarette.

"Captain Zhang."

Zhang Ping took a deep breath and crushed the remaining cigarette butt: "I'm just waiting for you, get in the car."

Han Bin got into an eight-person police van, which was more spacious than an all-terrain vehicle. Li Hui was driving, Zhang Ping took the co-driver chair, Han Bin dominated the second row, Zhao Ming and Tian Li sat in the back.

Zhang Ping fastened his seat belt: "Drive."

"Captain Zeng, aren't we waiting for the people from the technical team?" Li Hui asked.

"Let's go first, and the tech team will be there later."

"What a story?"

"At around 7 am this morning, a woman named Xie Rong called the police, saying that her husband was knocked out and the items on his body were also stolen. It was in Building No. 4 of Unit No. 3 in Qingyuan District. The other groups had cases and this case was handed over to us," Zhang Ping introduced.

"It is rare to be robbed in the morning," Han Bin said.

"Maybe it was stolen last night, maybe the victim was knocked unconscious and no one noticed it for the first time and it wasn't until 7 in the morning that they got it saw," guessed Tian Li.

"Look, it's still our sister Tian who's great, and she can see the key to the matter at a glance," Li Hui joked.

"That's right. I also want to be an advanced person," Tian Li said with a smile.

"Dear Bin, how does it feel to get a bonus of three thousand six hundred Yuan?" Said Li Hui envied.

"What's the situation? Why did you point the gun at me? Was the meat you ate last night for nothing?" Han Bin hummed.

"Don't mention the quantity, and I didn't fall asleep for most of the last night, it worried me so much," Li Hui smiled bitterly.

Tian Li took a sip: "Bah, shameless."

"Ha ha ……"

The three companions burst out laughing.

......

The Qingyuan community is not far from the Yuhua branch. It is an old-fashioned community with small slab buildings of low height, low floor area ratio, and low population density. There are a lot of people who are not used to living in high-rise buildings and are unused to being owner-managed and they like this type of community.

However, when Han Bin and the others arrived at Building No. 4 of Unit No. 3, they saw a police car parked in the community. It should have been the police from the local police station who had arrived, but they couldn't see the security cordon, and when they were about to go up the stairs, they saw a few men in police uniform coming down, including Chief Zhou Yan Jun, the police chief of Zhongshan Road Police Station.

"Sergeant Zhou, what's the situation here?" Zhang Ping asked.

"Captain Zhang, I am about to contact you and ask you not to come to the place, I was afraid you would run to here for nothing," Zhou Yan Jun came down the stairs and shook hands with Zhang Ping.

"Has the matter changed?"

"It's a false alarm."

"Is it about reporting a false alarm to the police?" Zhao Ming frowned because he sacrificed Saturday vacation and rushed to take care of the case. If a theft really happened, he would have no complaints, that he would have left a bowl of rice and not eat it; but if someone reported a false alarm to the police, it's different. The police are also human, and everyone has emotions.

"This is not a false police report. The victim passed out at that point and the reporter did not know the details. Now the victim woke up and realized he was not knocked out, but drunk," Zhou Yan Jun was also a little drunk. Helpless, no one wants to take a trip for nothing.

"It's okay, let's brief the team first, then go up and do a transcript," said Zhang Ping.

"Okay, the victim lives in Apartment No. 301," Zhou Yan Jun replied and left with the policeman from the police station.

When they reached the third floor, Zhang Ping motioned for everyone not to speak. He stuck to the door and listened for a moment. He didn't notice any movement. Then he knocked on the door:

"Knock Knock…"

"Who is it?" A woman's voice rose from the room.

"Police."

"Didn't you come here earlier?"

"I'm from criminal police, open the door."

"Criiec..."

With a muffled noise, the apartment door opened, and a woman in her forties stood at the door.

"What is your name?"

"Xie Rong."

"You were the one who reported the case, saying your husband was knocked out and robbed."

"I made a mistake. My husband was drunk," Xie Rong unconsciously touched his forehead.

……

Some people are ashamed of lying and touch their eyebrows unconsciously.

……

Han Bin showed the policeman's card, and the group of policemen entered the room. A man came out of the room, in his forties, full of alcohol, with a bandage on his head, and his face was a little ugly.

"Are you the victim?"

"Yes, my name is Wang De Li," the man replied.

Han Bin looked around and pointed to the bandage on the man's head: "What's with the wound?"

"I accidentally hurt it when I was drunk," After Wang De Li finished, his lips were closed tightly, his eyebrows pressed and furrowed.

……

The micro expression lasted a very short time, less than a tenth of a second. This micro-expression represented anger. Micro-expressions cannot directly judge whether a person is lying, but they can judge the person's emotions.

……

It would be difficult for Han Bin to draw a conclusion for this micro-expression if it was before, but now his micro-expression skills have reached a high level, which is not what it was a few days before. If Wang De Li was really drunk and hurt, his emotion should be regret and shame, not anger. Anger is usually the emotion after being bullied or abused.

Han Bin guessed this theft was probably true.

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