Detective From the Future

Chapter 223: Scene.

This day, at seven o'clock in the morning, Han Bin got up to wash up, then went down to his parent's house and asked his uncle to go out to exercise together. In the past, he used to get up early to exercise, above all after joining the criminal police team, he often had to work overtime and rest regularly at night, and the exercise in the morning was also delayed.

After several months of drawing up, Han Bin gradually adapted to the work of the criminal police team and was ready to gradually resume the habit of morning exercise. It is very important to have a good physique as a criminal police officer.

If his legs have no stamina, he won't be able to run after the suspect, and if his arms have no strength, he won't be able to grab the suspect.

As for Wang Qing Sheng, whether he can run or not and whether he has the strength or not, are his last suspicions. He's too fat and has in his forties. If he does not lose weight, his health will be affected.

Wang Qing Sheng knew this in his heart, and he drank some wine last night and swore to Wang Hui Fang that he should lose weight and get up early to exercise. That's why he was woken up by his sister earlier in the morning and went out to run with Han Bin.

Wang Qing Sheng shivered: "It is very cold this morning."

"Uncle, it won't be cold anymore when you move," and Han Bin started moving his hands and feet.

Wang Qing Sheng yawned: "Your mother is really tough, I drank so much alcohol yesterday and I can't exercise today, let's leave this training for tomorrow, so I won't start today."

"Tomorrow is for tomorrow, tomorrow you will say tomorrow," Han Bin smiled.

"I mean what I say, for me, words matter," Wang Qing Sheng hummed.

"You must speak your mind and must be sober on this day," Han Bin shrugged.

"You, my child, you are looking for a fight," Wang Qing Sheng stared at him.

"If you can catch me, hit all you want."

Wang Qing Sheng became discouraged and waved his hand: "Come on, let it go."

Han Bin looked at Wang Qing Sheng and said: "Uncle, have you ever exercised?"

"I'm so busy every day, and I don't have time to exercise," Wang Qing Sheng also followed Han Bin to move his hands and feet together.

"So don't run, for now, take a few more laps in the yard, get used to it for two days before jogging, and do it step by step. Exercise is the most taboo and the more ambitious," urged Han Bin.

"Understood."

Wang Qing Sheng nodded.

"I'll do a few laps first, and I'll be back to work in a while," Han Bin said and started running around the community.

Wang Qing Sheng put on his earphones and walked around the back of the building without any problem, dragging his twisted chubby figure, and he was a person who could occupy the space of two people on a road.

Han Bin ran two laps in the community, and he felt warmed up. When he got up early to exercise, he felt very energetic throughout the day.

"Ding ding ding..."

Han Bin's watch rang.

Yesterday, in order to celebrate his son's promotion, Wang Hui Fang gave him an obsidian black GT2 smartwatch. According to her, this is the most recent model.

Han Bin hasn't paid much attention to electronic products, and his mother has seen this, and he doesn't spend his own money.

This watch can answer calls, stream music, and measure heart rate. The most important thing is it has a long standby time. It is said that its electric charge can last for two weeks, and Han Bin enjoyed it.

In the crime police, all policemen are busy day and night, and it is also difficult for them to charge their cell phones. Therefore, many police officers brought two cell phones. One is charging, and the other can be used. However, the size of the mobile phone is large, and it is inconvenient to carry it when doing a task, and the smartwatch is much more practical.

Han Bin glanced at his watch, it was Zheng Kaixuan's cell phone number, he pressed the answer button: "Captain Zheng, hello; do you have anything to ask from me?"

"There is a case; the people of the second group should go to the scene of the crime."

"What case?"

"Murder, I'm not very clear on the specific situation, I'll tell you when I get to the scene."

"Where?"

"Near the subway entrance in Anpingli, you ask others to gather there."

"Understood," Han Bin said.

... ...

After half an hour, near the subway entrance in Anpingli, Han Bin and Li Hui just arrived by car, and Sun Xiao Peng came by subway.

It was uneasy to park there, so Han Bin asked Li Hui to park the car first and went to buy breakfast first. It was only eight o'clock in the morning and it was not yet time for work. Han Bin felt the team members have not eaten yet and that our emperor was not bad for hungry soldiers. He bought for each person a portion of soymilk, a piece of sandwich meat, an egg with bell pepper, and a deluxe version of the stone cake with bean skin. Anyway, that was the group's expenses, so Han Bin didn't feel bad spending that amount of money.

After Han Bin and Sun Xiao Peng bought breakfast, Li Hui also parked the car and saw a familiar BMW approaching, then Zhao Ming and Tian Li got out of the car. He widened his mouth, pointed at the two, and asked: "What's the situation, you two explain it honestly."

"Brother Hui, don't think about it, and I just caught Sister Tian by the way." Zhao Ming smiled.

Tian Li looked at Li Hui: "What do you mean?"

Feeling a cold light, Li Hui narrowed his neck: "It's okay, eat cake."

"It's better Brother Bin, and I haven't received this kind of treatment in the past," Zhao Ming said with a smile.

A person with style, Han Bin himself was a foodie. According to him, sharpening his knives does not accidentally cut wood. He handled crates on an empty stomach, and he certainly wasn't full, and he couldn't fill the crates. These few people practiced the ability to eat, and within five minutes, the stone cake and soy milk were eaten.

Zhao Ming went to park the car, and Han Bin and the others rushed to the crime scene. Zheng Kaixuan sent the detailed address, which was only a few hundred meters from the subway entrance.

A few dozen meters from the entrance to the metro there was a shopping center. Behind the mall, there was an open community. After going through the open community there was a side road. A few tens of meters along the secondary road there was a hutong. The location was relatively remote. Although it was close to the center of the city, it was surrounded by old communities which were been undemolished. The environment was not very good. The hutong was cordoned off, and there were many onlookers around.

After arriving at the scene, Han Bin showed his police card, and a young policeman quickly opened the cordon to let them in. At this time, Zheng Kaixuan was talking to a middle-aged man.

Han Bin approached quickly and greeted: "Captain Zheng."

Zheng Kaixuan glanced at Han Bin and the others, pointed to the middle-aged man next to him, and explained: "This is Director Wei from Anpingli Police Station, and is Han Bin, the leader of the second group of the Qingdao Third Criminal Investigation Team."

"Hello, Director Wei," Han Bin said politely.

Director Wei looked at Han Bin for a moment, then nodded: "The young man is very energetic."

Not far from the three, there was a man dressed in tattered clothes and covered in blood lying on the ground, looking like he had crawled, his right hand reaching forward.

"Director Wei, please tell us the specific situation," Zheng Kaixuan said.

"We received a call from an informant at 6:00 a.m. this morning saying someone had died at Jing'an Hutong. Police from our police station rushed to check and found a man covered in blood lying on the floor and his body was cold, so we immediately reported it to your branch," Director Wei introduced.

"Where's the informant?"

"When the police arrived at the scene, the informant has already left," Director Wei said.

Han Bin put on gloves and checked the hardness of the body: "He should have been killed last night."

Director Wei spread his hands: "I will then leave it to you to do your investigation and call me back if you need me."

"Don't mind," Zheng Kaixuan said politely.

After Director Wei left, Li Hui slammed his mouth: "Tsk tsk, Director Zheng is here, it's rare."

"This is a murder case, and Director Zheng can't sit still," Zheng Kaixuan said.

Zhao Ming also approached to check: "Yo, this deceased is too miserable, the clothes are patched, the pants have a big hole, the crotch is almost worn out, the shoes are glued, and the color is different."

"There are no documents that can prove the identity of the deceased," Han Bin searched the deceased.

"However, I think he is likely to be a beggar. Look, there is a white porcelain pot with peeling paint, it's standard these days," Zhao Ming pointed to the place one meter from the deceased.

"How do you talk like that, can you be a little compassionate?" Hummed Tian Li.

"The murderer has obvious stab wounds to his back. Judging by the amount of blood, this should be the cause of death," Zheng Kaixuan analyzed.

"Why did the murderer kill a beggar and what was the motive for the murder?" Li Hui wondered.

"Could this be a robbery?" guessed Zhao Ming.

Li Hui rolled his eyes: "You brat who eats too much, who would rob a beggar?"

"Brother Hui, you really don't know how much money beggars make," Zhao Ming pointed to the white porcelain tank:

"This thing is not a decoration. If the deceased died last night, and the place is near the entrance to the subway, this thing is likely to belong to a beggar, then he must be rich, but where is the money?"

"Da da da..."

At this time, medical examiner Wu brought someone.

After Han Bin and the others had greeted them, they stepped aside and handed the body over to Medical Examiner Wu to be examined.

Han Bin looked in the direction of the deceased and said: " The right hand of the deceased is stretched forward and the palm has the shape of a half-handle as if holding something and his index finger is not cupped like the other fingers."

"If you want me to tell you, maybe the thing was stolen and the deceased wanted it back." Zhao Ming guessed.

Han Bin watched and shook his head: "This action doesn't look like that."

"I still think robbery is unlikely. How much money a beggar can charge per day at best a few hundred Yuan. Who for a few hundred Yuan steals and kills?" Analyzed Li Hui.

"So what do you think was the motive for the murder?"

"Could this be a vendetta?" Li Hui said.

"There are too few clues now. Let's talk about it when the time is up," Zheng Kaixuan waved his hand.

Everyone checked the scene again, and after a while, Wu Xia stood up, took off her gloves, and said: "Captain Zheng, the preliminary autopsy is over."

Hearing this, the second group gathered.

"What is the cause of death of the deceased?" Zheng Kaixuan asked.

"The knife wound, stabbed the internal organs of the back, caused damage to several organs such as the heart, liver, and lungs, and died of massive blood loss," Wu Xia explained.

"Time of death?"

"Between half past eight and half past ten last night."

"How old was the deceased?"

"About thirty-five years."

"Are there any particular markings on his body or anything to prove his identity?"

"There is no obvious branding, but his underwear is a bit special," Wu Xia said.

"What's wrong?"

"His underwear is from Wessen Kabul, so it's not cheap," Wu Xia said.

"Is it so expensive?" Zheng Kaixuan heard of this brand for the first time.

"I know this brand, I bought one before and it cost more than 100 Yuan, but it made me feel bad," Zhao Ming said.

"Are you kidding me, and a beggar wears underwear that costs more than 100 Yuan?" questioned Li Hui.

"If you don't believe me, you can look at the style and material of the deceased's underwear," Wu Xia made an inviting gesture.

Li Hui hesitated for a moment, but still courageously stepped forward and pulled the tattered pants over the body of the deceased, revealing a pair of gray-black underwear. The style was very beautiful, and the fabric looked good.

Li Hui was stunned for a moment, then mumbled, "Wocao, it's more stylish than my brother's underwear."

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