Detective from The Future

"Last time, what happened to Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"He was beaten, I said to call the police, he refused." Ning Yuerong choked.

"Why was he beaten?"

"It has to do with his work."

"What does he do?"

"Xiaoshan is an internet writer."

"Is it the kind of writing novels online?"

"Yes, yes, Xiaoshan works very hard and can code words every day. He is really hardworking."

Chen Xia pouted her lips: "Yeah, that's serious work."

"Mom, work regardless of high or low. Xiaoshan likes to write novels. This is his dream. I believe he will succeed and write a work recognized by everyone." Ning Yuerong's eyes showed firm gaze.

"Cough." Han Bin coughed lightly and interrupted the two people: "Since he is writing at home, why is he being beaten."

Ning Yuerong said helplessly: "The internet writer updates every day. Some time ago, Xiaoshan Cavan couldn’t think of it after sitting at the computer desk for a day. He could only write one update a day. A reader thought he updated less, so Beat him."

"puff!"

Zhao Ming couldn't help but laugh. This reason was too bloody. He didn't know if others believed it, but he didn't believe it anyway.

Han Bin glared at him and continued to ask: "I also read novels. The author's inability to update is really annoying. It's normal to despise it in this chapter. It's not enough to hit someone."

"I didn't believe it at first, so I asked Xiaoshan if there were other reasons. Xiaoshan said... he was out of context."

Han Bin "..."

Zhao Ming "..."

Well, Han Bin is also a little uncertain about the latter reason.

Maybe...probably...maybe it's a motivation.

"What is the name of the book friend who hit him?"

"I don't know, he refuses to say."

Zhao Ming asked: "Since he was beaten, why didn't he call the police?"

Ning Yuerong sighed: "He said that the book friend is so impulsive, because he really likes his work, he is an iron fan of the novel, and he recognizes him."

Chen Xia was a little speechless: "Oh, do you think these Internet writers are stupid for writing novels, being beaten, and still having fun."

Ning Yuerong's eyes were red: "Mom, how can you say that? I know you don't like him and think his work is unstable, but he and I really love him. He treats me very well. I don't care about his work."

"Mom came from your age, too, for your own good. I don't expect you to find a rich man, at least one with a decent job." Chen Xia said earnestly.

Ma Jingbo interrupted the two: "Okay, go to Zhao Xiaoshan's house."

Room 702, Unit 2, Building 1.

"Crack." Ning Yuerong opened the door: "Xiaoshan, are you at home?"

There was no response from the room.

Han Bin was the first to enter the house wearing a mask. As soon as he entered the door, there was no one in the kitchen. No one was seen in the living room.

This is a two-bedroom house. Zhao Ming and Tian Li checked the room and the toilet, but they did not find Zhao Xiaoshan.

"Xiaoshan, where are you going?" Ning Yuerong cried.

Han Bin looked around. There was not much furniture in the living room. On the right was the master bedroom. There was only one bed, one wardrobe, and two bedside tables. The quilt on the bed was messy and didn't clean up after getting up.

On his side lies a desk and office chair. On the desk is a computer, snacks, and a bucket of instant noodles.

Han Bin checked, there was only a half of the instant noodles left: "Is Zhao Xiaoshan a big appetite?"

"Big, he uses his brain to code words, he can't concentrate when he's hungry, so he usually eats more." Ning Yuerong said.

"Does he usually have the habit of leftovers?"

"No, he is very economical. The two of us will go out to eat together, and if I eat the rest of the noodles, he will also eat it." Ning Yuerong said, she couldn't help crying again.

"It seems that he went in a hurry." Ma Jingbo glanced at the instant noodle bucket:

"Does he often eat instant noodles?"

"Yes, he doesn't cook often, and the speed of cooking is relatively slow. He is afraid of delaying the codeword time. Usually it is called takeaway. Now is a special period. During this time, he often eats instant noodles."

Ma Jingbo touched the keyboard with his gloves: "Isn't his parents' house in the city? Why don't you go home?"

“Creation requires space, and there is no way to concentrate in places with many people, which will affect the efficiency of codewords.

"That said, Zhao Xiaoshan is quite ambitious."

"Yes, Xiaoshan really likes writing."

Han Bin checked the windows, the sashes were intact and they were all closed: "He rented this house specifically for codewords?"

"No, he bought it." Ning Yuerong said.

"His parents bought it with money, or did he buy it with money?"

Ning Yuerong said with some pride: "The conditions of Xiaoshan's family are average, and there are two brothers. His parents are unable to buy a house for him. He bought it for his own money."

"How did you make the money?" Zhao Ming asked in amazement. The house prices in Qindao are not cheap. There are a few young people in their twenties who can buy houses on their own.

"Codeword, this is his codeword to earn money to buy."

"My day, true or false, writing novels makes money so much." Zhao Ming was even more surprised.

Ning Yuerong glanced at her mother: "Although most of the authors are not making money, Xiaoshan is different. He really works hard, loves this industry very much, and has a talent for codewords. He can rely on this industry to support him. Myself."

Zhao Ming still didn't believe it: "How much does he make every month?"

Ning Yuerong glanced at her mother again: "Thirty or forty thousand."

"Tsk tusk, I want to change my career." Han Bin smiled.

"Brother Bin, if you change your career, you have to take me." Zhao Ming quipped.

"While playing, your family has no shortage of houses."

Zhao Ming "..."

Han Bin took out his cell phone, "What is the name of the novel written by Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"The king of real estate."

Han Bin searched: "His pen name is Ning Xiaoshan."

"Correct."

Han Bin also reads novels. He is regarded as an old bookworm and has some understanding of the novel industry. He has not heard of the pen name Ning Xiaoshan, which proves that the other party is not a well-known author.

He clicked on the book The King of Real Estate, and he felt that the results of this book were average, really making so much money?

Han Bin was a little skeptical.

He called Tian Li over and said in a low voice.

Then the group went to the living room and formally made a note to Ning Yuerong.

Han Bin asked about it routinely, and said straight to the point: "How long have you known Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"It's been over a year."

"How are your two feelings?"

"Very good. Both of us are serious and have common hobbies. We rarely quarrel." Ning Yuerong said.

"When did you contact him yesterday morning?"

"It's over eight o'clock."

"the exact time."

Ning Yuerong flipped through the phone call records: "8:32."

"When did you notice that his cell phone is not working?"

"At five o'clock in the afternoon, I sent him a WeChat message, but he didn't reply. At the time I thought he was busy. At eight o'clock in the evening, I sent him a WeChat message but still did not reply. I called him at 8:30 and found that his cell phone was down Now. I realized something was wrong."

"Why didn't you call the police at that time?"

"I'm not sure what happened to him. I wanted to visit his house at the time, but now it is a special period. My parents don't let me go out during the day, let alone at night. I also wonder if his cell phone is dead. Just waited all night, who knew it would be like this..." Ning Yuerong sobbed again.

"Has Zhao Xiaoshan been abnormal lately?"

"No."

"Does he have any close friends."

Ning Yuerong thought for a while: "No, he is a very homely man and has no good friends."

"What do you think about his disappearance?"

Ning Yuerong shook her head: "I don't know. I never thought that this kind of thing would happen to him. He is a very nice and kind person. This kind of thing shouldn't happen to him."

Seeing that Ning Yuerong was about to cry again, Han Bin changed his words: "How is the relationship between your parents and Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"My parents don’t want us to be together. They think Xiaoshan’s family conditions are average, and there is a younger brother who goes to college, and he doesn’t have a serious job. They are afraid that I will suffer hardship when I marry into Xiaoshan’s family. I can understand them. I know they do it for my own good. However, they don't understand me and Xiaoshan."

Ning Yuerong twisted her hands together and said with a look of longing: "I believe that if I am with Xiaoshan, I will cross over as much as possible. Xiaoshan will also have his own career, and he will become a successful writer. , Will definitely make my parents look at me."

"Have your parents conflicted with Zhao Xiaoshan?" Han Bin tentatively asked.

"No, Xiaoshan has been to our house, and the atmosphere was pretty good at the time, without any conflict."

"Has Zhao Xiaoshan said, who is he going to meet or where?"

"I didn't say, I recalled it carefully, and didn't feel anything unusual." Ning Yuerong wiped her eyes.

"Are there any changes in the things in this room?" Han Bin asked.

"No, Xiaoshan rarely cleans up the house, usually I came to help him clean up."

"Does Zhao Xiaoshan have transportation?"

"Xiaoshan has a car, and usually the car key is kept in the bag at the door. I saw it when I came in, and it didn't exist."

"What car?"

"It's a white BMW."

"He bought it himself?"

"Correct."

After asking a few more questions, Han Bin let Ning Yuerong and Chen Xia leave without asking for more clues.

Before leaving, Ning Yuerong still grabbed Han Bin's arm and asked what happened to Zhao Xiaoshan.

The facts of the case are not yet clear, and Han Bin can't say too much, only a few perfunctory sentences.

Tell her that the case has progressed or Zhao Xiaoshan has been found, and she will be contacted as soon as possible.

Ning Yuerong was only willing to leave.

After sending Ning Yuerong's mother and daughter to leave, Han Bin returned to the living room and asked Ma Jingbo who was sitting on the sofa: "Captain Ma, do you want to call the technical team?"

"Well, I have already notified." Ma Jingbo thought thoughtfully.

Seeing that the other party was a little absent-minded, Han Bin couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"

Ma Jingbo stroked his chin: "Writing novels, really making money?"

Han Bin shook his head and laughed: "I don't know much about this either."

After a while, the technical team arrived and surveyed the room, but no blood was found.

Zhao Xiaoshan's computer was also brought back to Yuhua branch.

For an online writer, the computer is indispensable, and maybe some important clues can be found.

Han Bin also found a real estate certificate from the cabinet. The owner's name was Zhao Xiaoshan.

There are thousands of dollars in cash under the drawer of the coffee table in the living room, and there is no sign of theft in the house.

After a while, Tian Li and Zhao Ming returned.

Ma Jingbo glanced at the two of them: "Does the property company have any clues?"

"We checked the monitoring of the property. At 9 o'clock yesterday morning, the man suspected of Zhao Xiaoshan was wearing a mask, got out of the garage by the elevator, and left the complex in a white BMW." Zhao Ming said.

Ma Jingbo nodded and said, "Send the screenshot of Zhao Xiaoshan's video to Ning Yuerong so that she can identify it."

"Yes."

Han Bin glanced at his watch, and asked Tian Li on the side: "Is there any news on the novel website?"

"I'm going to report to you. I contacted the website where Zhao Xiaoshan wrote the novel. The person in charge of the website checked. Zhao Xiaoshan is indeed the author of the contract. He also wrote the novel called the King of Real Estate. However, he posted The monthly contribution fee is not 30,000 or 40,000."

"How much is that?"

"More than two thousand before tax, less than two thousand after tax."

Ma Jingbo was a little surprised: "rmb?"

"Yes."

"The monthly salary Ning Yuerong said was 30,000 or 40,000, but it was nearly 20 times worse." Han Bin took out his mobile phone and found the novel about Real Estate King again. He felt that an income of around 2,000 was more consistent.

"I think the person in charge of the website should not have to lie." Tian Li said.

Ma Jingbo nodded: "Either Ning Yuerong lied or Zhao Xiaoshan lied."

"I also think these two people lied." Han Bin agreed, and then thought of something, and continued: "However, Zhao Xiaoshan's name is indeed written on the house book. How did his house and car come from? It's worth a lot of money."

"I'm also thinking about this issue." Ma Jingbo stood up and paced a few steps: "Will Zhao Xiaoshan have other jobs? The so-called online writer is just a cover."