Detective from the future

Chapter 144 Interrogation
Yuhua branch, interrogation room.

Meng Jingdong sat on top of the interrogation, looking a little embarrassed.

He glanced at Han Bin, then at Li Hui, and finally at the camera on the table.

Han Bin has also been observing the other party. After opening the diary, he routinely asked: "Name, age, gender..."

"Meng...Meng Jingdong, man, I'm 31 years old..."

Han Bin put down the pen in his hand and asked, "Why are you so nervous?"

"Comrade policeman, I... this is my first visit to the police station. I've never even been to a police station. I'm very nervous when I get here." Meng Jingdong lowered his head lower and lower.

Li Hui knocked on the table: "Raise your head up."

Han Bin wrote two words nervous in his diary.

Han was in charge of the interrogation, and Li Hui was in charge of recording. However, Han Bin occasionally wrote a few important words, not for recording, but for himself. When recalling the content of the interrogation in the future, he would be faster and more accurate.

"Meng Jingdong, take a deep breath and don't be too nervous. You should already know why we called you here. What do you want to say?" Han Bin asked.

"Comrade policeman, I was wronged, I was really wronged, I hope you can find out the case and return me to my innocence." Meng Jingdong seemed very excited.

"Have you ever been near the Golden Beach?" Han Bin asked.

"Comrade policeman, you have also seen the conditions of my house. I don't have the heart to go to the beach."

Han Bin stood up, picked up two photos from the table, walked to Meng Jingdong, and put one of the photos on the interrogation chair:
"This photo was taken near Golden Beach in the early morning of September 3rd. Your van was there. How do you explain it?"

Meng Jingdong picked up the photo, observed it carefully, and showed a look of astonishment: "How is this possible? I didn't drive out that night. It was definitely not my car."

Han Bin took another photo on the interrogation chair: "This one has a clear license plate number, see if it's yours?"

Meng Jingdong held the photo in both hands, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Lu B3Q15V, how is this possible, it's actually the same as my license plate number."

"Don't ask me, it's up to you to explain it." Han Bin said seriously.

"I don't know. I have bad legs and I never drive out at night. There must be a misunderstanding." Meng Jingdong shouted.

"What misunderstanding?"

"I am not sure as well."

"Has anyone ever used your car?"

"No."

"You said you don't go out at night, who can prove it?"

"My father, my mother, and my daughter can all prove it," Meng Jingdong said.

"Article No. 70 of the Civil Procedure Law of our country stipulates that the testimony provided by a witness in favor of a party with a relative or other close relationship with him is generally less probative than the testimony of other witnesses." Han Bin said.

"Comrade policeman, what does this mean?" Meng Jingdong was a little puzzled.

"In layman's terms, it's not convincing for relatives to prove themselves. It's better to find other witnesses to be convincing." Han Bin said.

"It's late at night, and there are no outsiders in our family, who can prove it to me?"

"Look carefully, is the car in the video yours?" Han Bin pointed to the photo.

Meng Jingdong took a closer look, wondering: "It's... at night, the photo is not very clear, and I can't recognize it."

"Have you ever worked in the communications industry?"

"I don't have that ability." Meng Jingdong showed a bit of bitterness: "Comrade police, you suspect that I am involved in theft. What exactly is missing?"

"The computer room of the communication base station was stolen. We checked the nearby videos. Your car has appeared near three stolen scenes."

"It's impossible. I haven't done it at all. Could it be that someone framed me with a deck of cards?" Meng Jingdong guessed.

"Have you offended anyone?"

Meng Jingdong lowered his head: "Just like me, it's fine if others don't bully me, how dare I offend others."

"What do you do?"

"Pull work." Meng Jingdong was afraid that the two of them would not understand, so he explained:

"There are quite a few people in our village who work in the city. I pull them into the city in the morning, and then help others do the work in the city. In the evening, I take the people who support the box boards back to the village."

"Besides you, how many other people in Daxi Village have vans?" Han Bin asked.

"There are quite a few people in the village who drive vans. I don't know the exact number. The only ones I can name are Sun Baoqing, Song Maiqiao, Meng Chengyong, Tang Zhiming...and Zhang..."

Meng Jingdong showed a thoughtful look: "I can't remember it for a while."

"Recall carefully, only by finding enough evidence can you prove your innocence." Han Bin urged.

"Yes."

……

Two groups of offices.

Zeng Ping was looking at the case file, while Tian Li, Zhao Ming, and Sun Xiaopeng were looking at the surveillance video.

Seeing Han and Bin enter the office, Zeng Ping put down the file in his hand: "The interrogation is over."

"It's over." Li Hui sat gently on the chair.

Han Bin poured a cup of tea. Every time the interrogation ended, his mouth was dry and he had to drink a few sips of tea first.

"Whether to recruit or not."

"No."

"Does Meng Jingdong have an alibi?" Zeng Ping asked.

"Meng Jingdong said that he never went out at night, but only his parents and daughter can prove it." Han Bin replied.

"His alibi should have no effect." Zhao Ming said.

"How did he explain that his car appeared near the crime scene?" Zhao Ming asked.

"According to his account, he has never lent the car out, and he suspects that someone has played cards and framed him."

"Is he a suspect?"

"No."

"Judging from the existing evidence, his suspicion is still high," Tian Li said.

"Has there been any new discoveries from the monitoring?" Han Bin asked back.

"On the night of September 9th, this van was also found near the stolen base station. Suspected vehicles have been found near four stolen base stations. I think this can no longer be explained by coincidence. It is basically certain that this car is a suspect. People's means of transportation." Tian Li analyzed.

"It may also be a deck car." Li Hui said.

"Where's the evidence?" Tian Li spread her hands: "You can't subjectively exclude Meng Jing's suspicion just because his family is poor."

"Tian Li is right. Meng Jingdong didn't have enough alibi, and he couldn't prove that his car was decked out. He is still the number one suspect." Zeng Ping agreed.

As a police officer, you must judge objectively.

At this moment, Sun Xiaopeng suddenly shouted: "Captain Zeng, I have new clues here."

"What clue?"

"I just zoomed in on a high-definition picture and found that the suspect vehicle was somewhat different from Meng Jingdong's car." Sun Xiaopeng said.

Everyone gathered around at once: "What's the difference?"

Sun Xiaopeng pointed to the screenshot of the video, which was a picture of the front of the car. The driver's sun visor was pulled down, which happened to block the driver's face.

"There is a red apple ornament in front of the suspected vehicle, which is not in Meng Jingdong's car."

Han Bin recalled for a moment: "Really, I checked Meng Jingdong's car, and there was indeed no decoration in front of his car."

"Could it be that after the incident, he was worried about being caught by the police, so he removed the apple decoration." Zhao Ming said.

"This kind of car decoration is usually fixed with super glue. Even if the decoration is removed, it is difficult to completely remove the glue, and some traces will still be left." Han Bin took a sip of tea and continued:

"What's more, Meng Jingdong really has this kind of thought. He covered up the license plate number a long time ago, so we may not be able to find him."

"Han Bin's analysis is good. This car is likely to be a licensed car." Zeng Ping agreed, and pointed to Sun Xiaopeng beside him:
"Good job, I will give you a credit."

Sun Xiaopeng chuckled: "Captain Zeng, you're over the top."

"Sister, if it's a set car, doesn't it mean that we lost the clue again." Li Hui spread his hands.

For a while, everyone was silent.

After a while, Han Bin said slowly:
"Not necessarily."

(End of this chapter)