Detective from the future

Chapter 396 Cover Up (Happy New Year!)

Han Bin worked on the computer and found a high-definition screenshot. The license plate of the black car was Lu B512xx.

The car was driving from the intersection of Linan Street to the intersection of Pingxin Street. When passing Linan Street, the car was still intact, 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 the car drove for nearly an hour.

The car must have been involved in an accident after being on the road near the dump site for so long.

Han Bin called Li Hui and asked him to check whether the Lu B512xx car had been reported to the insurance company and the traffic police for an accident yesterday.

Soon Han Bin received a reply, neither the traffic police team nor the insurance company received the accident call of this car.

This is a very abnormal phenomenon. Since a traffic accident has occurred, it is reasonable to call the police, report to the insurance company, and let the insurance company come to settle the claim. Otherwise, what is the point of spending thousands of dollars on car insurance every year?
Han Bin immediately realized that there must be something wrong with this car.

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

Owner: Wang Zengmin
Date of Birth: November 1990, 5

Mobile phone number: 13705XXXX
Model: Black Volkswagen sedan

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

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

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

The village head is Li Jianxin, who looks in his early 40s, 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 policeman, what are you looking for with Wang Zengmin? It's the Chinese New Year now, and you've come all the way here."

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

"Hey, I'm really not sure about this, but now life is better, most people have cars, even if you don't usually buy them, you still have to buy them when you marry a wife. If you don't buy a car these days, which girl is willing to buy a car with you?" You." Li Jianxin said.

Don't look at what Li Jianxin said, but this sentence is basically useless.

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

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

Pingxin Village is not big, and the group walked for a few minutes, Li Jianxin stopped and pointed to an iron gate not far away: "Comrade, that's Wang Zengmin's house, I won't go, after all, it's a village. .”

"Okay, go get busy." Han Bin greeted and watched the village chief Li Jianxin leave.

Zhao Ming sized it up: "Yo, this iron fence gate is quite impressive, it looks like a small villa."

Qiu Yiming smiled: "Nowadays, people are required to own a house when they get married. It is best to buy a house in the city. Those who cannot afford a house in the city build a house in the village. Every household is well built. If it is not good, it is difficult to marry a wife." strenuous."

"Tsk tsk, marrying a daughter-in-law has become a big deal these days." Zhao Ming joked.

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

Han Bin walked to the door and lowered his head to check. There were tire marks on the slope of the door. A pair of couplets had been pasted on the glass bricks on both sides of the door. .

Zhao Ming stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Is anyone there?"

"Who is it?"

"Open the door."

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

"Open the door, we are the police." Zhao Mingliang showed his police officer ID.

The man opened the door with a confused face: "Comrade policeman, are you coming to my house for business?"

"What's your name?"

"Wang Zengmin."

"Does your family have a black Volkswagen?"

"Yes, what's wrong?"

Zhao Ming walked straight in and glanced into the yard: "Where is the car?"

"The car is on loan."

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

Before Wang Zengmin could reply, a voice came from the yard: "What's wrong, who's here outside?"

A woman in her thirties stepped out, wearing an apron with flour-dipped hands.

"Honey, these comrades are the policemen, asking about our car." Wang Zengmin said.

"What kind of car, we don't have a car at home." The woman gave Wang Zengmin a hand: "Comrade policeman, we don't have a car at home, you should go to someone else's house and ask."

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

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

"Wang Zengmin admitted just now that your family owns a black Volkswagen, but you deny it now, and think us police are stupid." Zhao Ming retorted.

"Our family has a Volkswagen car, but it has been lent to someone else to drive it. It is not at home at all. Our family does not have a car now." The woman quibbled.

"Who did you lend it to?"

Wang Zengmin's wife opened her mouth and said, "I lent it to a friend."

"Which friend?"

"I can't remember clearly, can you let us 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, comrade, policeman, if you have anything to say, say it well." Wang Zengmin was a little anxious, and the Chinese New Year was approaching. Who would go to the police station at this time?
Zhao Ming stared: "What are you talking about, we found your house because we have ample evidence, we have already found you out, and you are still messing around with us."

"Yes, my daughter-in-law is not sensible, so don't be as knowledgeable as her." Wang Zengmin said in a flattering tone.

"Where's the car?"

"Yesterday morning, my little..." Before Wang Zengmin finished speaking, his wife covered his mouth: "Don't say it, let me say..."

"Snapped!"

Wang Zengmin waved his arms and slapped his daughter-in-law on the face: "This girl, just gave you a good face for two days, and you kicked your nose in the face. You can just play around, but you still dare to talk nonsense in front of the police, and you still want to do it. I don't think about it."

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

"Snapped!"

Wang Zengmin is tall and has long arms, and he gave his wife a big mouthful: "You are crazy, go back to me, tell me one more word, go back to my mother's house."

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

Wang Zengmin glanced at her, recovered his senses and put on a smiling face: "Comrade policeman, old women are ignorant, don't be as knowledgeable as her."

"Wang Zengmin, our police don't want to interfere too much with your family conflicts, but I still want to warn you." Han Bin showed a solemn look:
"From now on, don't beat your wife in front of the police, understand?"

"Yes, you are right. My daughter-in-law is uneducated, ignorant, and has no one to tell the truth. She will only cause trouble for you. If you don't beat her, you won't have a long memory." Wang Zengmin sighed:

"I'm also doing it for her own good."

"That's the truth." Qiu Yiming sneered, if it wasn't for Wang Zengmin's two slaps, he would have kicked his wife away, and with that bitch's urinating nature, she would have to go to the police station.

"Let's get down to business, where's the car?"

"Yesterday morning, a relative drove away the car and wanted to drive to the city with his partner, but he hasn't returned yet," Wang Zengmin said.

Han Bin saw the driver on the high-definition camera, and took a closer look at Wang Zengmin. They did not look very much alike.

"What relative? What's your name?"

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

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

(End of this chapter)