Detective from the Future

Yuhua Branch Station, Interrogation Room.
　　
Sitting at the interrogation, Meng Jingdong seemed a little cramped.
　　
He glanced at Han Bin and Li Hui again, and finally looked at the camera on the table.
　　
Han Bin has also been watching the other person. After opening the diary, he asks: “Name, age, gender …”
　　
“Meng … Meng Jingdong, male, I’m 31 years old …”
　　
Han Bin put down his pen and asked, “What are you so nervous about?”
　　
“Comrade Police, I … I am here for the first time at the police station. I have not even been to the police station. I am particularly nervous when I get here.” Meng Jingdong’s head was getting lower and lower.
　　
Li Hui knocked at the table: “Look up your head.”
　　
Han Bin wrote two words of nervousness in his diary.
　　
Han is responsible for the interrogation and Li Hui is responsible for the recording. However, Han Bin occasionally writes a few important words, not for recording, but for himself. In the future, when he recalls the content of the interrogation, it will be faster and more accurate.
　　
“Meng Jingdong, take a deep breath, don’t be too nervous, we should ask you to come, you should already know, what do you want to say?” Han Bin asked.
　　
“Comrade Police, I am wronged. I am really wronged. I hope you can find out the case and return me innocently.” Meng Jingdong looked very excited.
　　
“Have you been near Golden Beach?” Han Bin asked.
　　
“Comrade Police, what is the condition of my house, and you have seen it, I have no intention of going to the beach to play.”
　　
Han Bin stood up, picked up 2 photos from the table, walked to Meng Jingdong, and put one of them on the interrogation chair:
　　
“This photo was taken near Golden Beach in the early morning of September 9, and your van is on the scene, how do you explain.”
　　
Meng Jingdong picked up the photo and observed it carefully, revealing a startled expression: “How is this possible? I didn’t drive out that night, it was definitely not my car.”
　　
Han Bin took another picture 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, and his face was astonished: “Lu B3Q15V, how could this be the same as my license plate number?”
　　
“Don’t ask me, you should explain this,” Han Bin said positively.
　　
“I don’t know. My legs and feet are bad. I never drive out at night. There is definitely a misunderstanding.” Shouted Meng Jingdong.
　　
“What misunderstanding?”
　　
“I am not sure as well.”
　　
“Have anyone used your car?”
　　
“No.”
　　
“You said you don’t go out at night, who can prove?”
　　
“My dad, my mom, and my daughter can prove it.” Meng Jingdong said.
　　
“Article 70th of China’s Civil Procedure Law stipulates that the testimony provided by witnesses in favor of parties with whom they have relatives or other close relationships is generally less powerful than other witnesses’ testimonies,” Han Bin said.
　　
“Comrade Police, what does this mean?” Meng Jingdong was puzzled.
　　
“In popular terms, loved ones prove that they are not persuasive, and it is best to find other witnesses to be persuasive.” Han Bin said.
　　
“In the evening, there is no outsider in our family, who can show me?”
　　
“Take a closer look. Is this car in the video yours?” Han Bin pointed to the photo.
　　
Meng Jingdong scrutinized it again, wondering: “This … at night, the photos are not very clear, and I don’t know.”
　　
“Have you ever worked in the communications industry?”
　　
“How can I have that ability.” Meng Jingdong showed a bitter bitterness: “Comrade police, do you suspect that I am suspected of theft, what was lost?”
　　
“The room of the communication base station was stolen. We checked the video nearby and your car appeared near the three stolen sites.”
　　
“It’s impossible. I haven’t done it at all. Is it possible that someone will frame me.” Meng Jingdong speculated.
　　
“Have you offended anyone?”
　　
Meng Jingdong lowered his head: “It’s just like me, if others don’t bully me, it’s OK, how dare you offend others.”
　　
“What’s your job?”
　　
“Pick up a passenger.” Meng Jingdong was afraid that the two would not understand, explaining:
　　
“A lot of people in our village support box boards in the city. I pulled them into the city in the morning and helped people pick up a passenger in the city. Then I took the box boarders back to the village at night.
　　
“How many people in Daxi Village have a van besides you,” Han Bin asked.
　　
“Many people in the village drive vans. I don’t know how many of them. I can only say that there are several households like Sun Baoqing, Song Maiqiao, Meng Chengyong, Tang Zhiming … and Zhang …”
　　
Meng Jingdong’s thoughtful expression: “I can’t remember it for a while.”
　　
“Recall that only enough evidence can be found to prove your innocence.” Han Bin warned repeatedly.
　　
“Yes.”
　　
……
　　
2nd Squad office.
　　
Zeng Ping is looking at the case file, and Tian Li, Zhao Ming, and Sun Xiaopeng are watching the surveillance video.
　　
Seeing Han Bin 2 walking into the office, Zeng Ping put down his dossier: “The trial is over.”
　　
“It’s over.” Li Hui sat gently on the chair.
　　
Han Bin poured a cup of tea, and at the end of each interrogation, his mouth was dry and he had to take a few sips of tea first.
　　
“No move.”
　　
“No.”
　　
“Is Meng Jingdong proof of absence?” Zeng Ping asked.
　　
“Meng Jingdong said that he never went out at night, but only his parents and daughter could prove it,” Han Bin replied.
　　
“He’s not here to prove that there should be no effect,” Zhao Ming said.
　　
“How did he explain that his car appeared near the crime scene?” Zhao Ming asked.
　　
“According to him, the car has never been loaned out, and he suspects that someone has decked him out and framed him.”
　　
“Is he suspected?”
　　
“No.”
　　
“From the available evidence, his suspicions remain high,” Tian Li said.
　　
“Is there anything new in the surveillance?” Han Bin asked back.
　　
“In the evening of September 9, the van was also found near the stolen base station. Suspected vehicles have been found near the four stolen base stations. I don’t think it can be explained by coincidence anymore. It can basically be determined that this car is suspect Human transportation. “Tian Li analyzes.
　　
“It could also be a deck car,” Li Hui said.
　　
“What about the evidence?” Tian Li spread his hand: “Always cannot subjectively suspect him because Meng Jingdong’s family is poor.”
　　
“Tian Li is right, Meng Jingdong does not have enough proof of absence, and there is no way to prove that his car was decked. He is still the first suspect.” Zeng Ping agreed.
　　
As a police officer, you must make an objective judgment.
　　
Just then, Sun Xiaopeng suddenly shouted, “Chief Zeng, I have new clues.”
　　
“What clue?”
　　
“I just zoomed in on a high-resolution picture and found that the suspected vehicle is a little different from Meng Jingdong’s,” Sun Xiaopeng said.
　　
The crowd gathered around at once: “What’s different?”
　　
Sun Xiaopeng pointed at the video screenshot. It was a picture of the front of the car. The sun visor was pulled down from the driver’s cab.
　　
“There is a red apple ornament in front of the suspected vehicle. Meng Jingdong’s car is not.”
　　
Han Bin recalled for a moment: “Really, I checked Meng Jingdong’s car, and there was no decoration in front of his car.”
　　
“Will it be after the incident, he was worried about being caught by the police before removing the Apple ornaments.” Zhao Ming said.
　　
“This kind of car decoration is generally fixed with strong glue. Even if the decoration is removed, it is difficult to completely remove the gum and still leave some traces.” Han Bin took a sip of tea and continued:
　　
“What’s more, Meng Jingdong really has this thought. He has covered the license plate number, and we may not be able to find him.”
　　
“Han Bin has a good analysis. This car is likely to be a deck car.” Zeng Ping agreed, pointing to Sun Xiaopeng aside:
　　
“Good job, write down for you.”
　　
Sun Xiaopeng laughed: “Chief Zeng, you have won.”
　　
“Sister, if it is a deck car, wouldn’t it mean that we have lost clues again.” Li Hui spread his arms.
　　
For a moment everyone was a little silent.
　　
After a while, Han Bin slowly said:
　　
“It may not be.”
　　
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