Detective from The Future

Han Bin tentatively asked, "Before Liu Lingzui and Lin Jianrong broke up, did he already date Lao Zhang?"

"At that time... it should have only been acquaintance, and there has been no formal contact." Chen Tiantian's tone was a little uncertain, "At least, that's what she told me."

"Has the man named Lao Zhang come to your company?"

"Here, he drove to the company downstairs to pick up Lingling."

"Have you seen the one called Lao Zhang?"

Chen Tiantian thought for a while, "I haven't seen a face."

"What's the license plate number?"

"I can't remember it, but I remember it was a black Mercedes."

Han Bin asked, "When was the last time Lao Zhang came to pick up Liu Lingzui?"

Chen Tiantian replied, "Last winter, I haven't seen it this year."

Han Bin frowned. Feng Ailan and Chen Tiantian's impression of Lao Zhang was limited to a black Mercedes-Benz, which was too big.

That car came to Liu Lingzui's company last year, but after too long, the surveillance was already covered.

Unable to find out about Lao Zhang, Han Bin asked another question, "How much do you know about Lin Jianrong?"

"I know his name, and he also came downstairs to pick up Lingling. We can be considered to have met."

"how does he look like?"

"He is about the same age as the actor, he is a medium-sized person, and he is quite handsome, riding a small electric motorcycle."

"Describe his appearance in detail."

Chen Tiantian recalled it and shook her head, "It's been too long, I've seen it once, and I can't remember the exact appearance."

"Do you have Lin Jianrong's contact information or photos?"

"No."

"Can you contact the other party."

"He is Lingling's ex-boyfriend. Why should I contact him." Chen Tiantian shrugged and asked, "Comrade police, how did Lingling die? Is it love murder?"

"The case is still under investigation and cannot be determined for the time being." Han Bin said perfunctorily and handed the other party a business card, "If you think of any new clues, you can contact me directly."

"Lingling's case has come to an end, please let me know, too." Chen Tiantian pressed a word and left with a sad expression.

Not long after, Manager Yan walked in again and took a look at Han Bin's water glass. "Officer Han, let me ask you to add some hot water."

"No, the situation is almost understood, we should also go."

"It's not too early. It's already time for dinner. I'll book a private room. Please have a casual meal."

"You're welcome, we have to go back to the police station and we won't eat." Han Bin waved his hand and said, "However, I also want to ask you for a favor."

"You say?"

"I want the files of Liu Lingzui and Feng Ailan, and the list of Liu Lingzui's clients." Han Bin said.

Yan Weiji hesitated for a while and said, "Sorry, Officer Han, I can't be the master of this. You sit down for a while, and I will ask the company leader for instructions."

After Yan Weiji closed the door and left.

Han Bin said to Bao Xing on the side, "You and Li Qin go to the building's property, and call the monitoring at the gate to see if you can find a black Mercedes."

"Okay." Bao Xing tidied up and left the lounge.

Although Feng Ailan and Chen Tiantian both said that they had seen a Mercedes-Benz last year and had not seen a Mercedes-Benz pick up Liu Lingzui this year, but they could not be with Liu Lingzui every day. They had never seen it, and it did not represent a Mercedes-Benz Never been.

Although the possibility is unlikely, Han Bin still did not want to miss this clue.

...

Four Seasons Restaurant.

Wang Ting sat at the counter in a daze. She contacted Han Bin this afternoon to remind him to eat on time.

Han Bin chatted with her a few words and said that he would take her home in the evening.

Wang Ting glanced at the wall watch in the hall. It was already past seven o'clock in the evening. Han Bin should be still busy with the case, and she was not sure when Han Bin could come.

Wang Ting did not complain about this. She also knew about the escape of the fugitive. Maybe Han Bin was working on this case. She did not urge, but waited quietly.

After more than twenty minutes, Han Bin walked into the restaurant eagerly.

Han Bin smiled, "Hi, beauty, wait a long time."

Wang Tingjiao snorted, "Who is waiting for you? Didn't you see that I was doing the finals."

"Hearing these words, the guilt in my heart has been reduced a lot, you can continue to settle the accounts, I am not in a hurry."

Wang Tingbai glared at him, "Don't count today, let's talk about it tomorrow, I also want to go home early."

"Wait for me, I'll go to the kitchen again."

After a while, Wang Ting walked out carrying two boxes.

Han Bin took it, "What is this?"

Wang Ting said, "Aren't you going to take me home, I will bring some ingredients home and cook for you."

Upon hearing this, Han Bin felt very comfortable. If you want to find a wife, you have to find such a caring one.

After getting in the car, Han Bin helped Wang Ting fasten his seat belt, and said with a smile, "How is the business in the store today?"

"It's okay at noon. There are not many guests in the evening. The escape from prison is still somewhat affected. By the way, have you found the trace of the fugitive?" Wang Ting asked.

Han Bin shook his head, "The fugitive is very cunning. The police organized a large-scale arrest, but the action was not smooth, and the suspect has not been caught yet."

"Are you busy catching the suspect now?"

"How should I put it, the situation is a bit complicated now. There was another murder case last night. The modus operandi is very similar to that of the escaped prisoner Zhu Weichao. We are investigating this case."

"Killed again!" Wang Ting swallowed, showing a nervous expression, "How did that person die?"

"It's a murder case. I won't talk about the specific process of committing the crime. It will save you nightmares at night."

Wang Ting asked, "Do you think that fugitive did it?"

Han Bin shook his head, "The case is still under investigation and cannot be determined temporarily."

"This person is too terrible. I can't catch it for a day, and I don't feel at ease every day. I dare not go out alone at night." Wang Ting said.

Han Bin said, "If you are scared, I will stay with you tonight."

"Living at my house." Wang Tingqiao blushed and said in a low voice, "That's not convenient. You have been to my house too. There is only one bed and there is no room for you to live in."

"I can sleep on the sofa, isn't your sofa very comfortable." Han Bin smiled.

"Forget it, I'm wronged you."

"I am worried that it is not safe for you to live alone. If you find it inconvenient, you can come to my house. There are many houses on my side." Han Bin said.

Wang Ting shook her head, "I still feel a little inconvenient."

Han Bin said sternly, "Compared with convenience, safety is more important."

"Do you really mind sleeping on the sofa?"

Han Bin said disapprovingly, "It's already a good time to sleep on the sofa. I used to sleep in the car on a task."

Wang Ting thought for a while, "Okay, then I will work hard for you."

Han Bin joked, "It's not like I've worked hard to hear you, but it's like you have suffered a loss."

"However, let me put it first, and stay home. You can't have other ideas."

Han Bin pretended to think, "Ideas, what ideas?"

Wang Ting turned her head aside, "I hate it, I know it."

...

Twenty minutes later, the two arrived at Wang Ting's house.

Today, Han Bin ran several places and was a little tired. He was lying on the sofa of Wang Ting's house and watching TV. In the next period of time, this place will become his temporary residence.

Wang Ting took the ingredients and went to the kitchen to work.

Han Bin opened a jar of almond dew, and he enjoyed the feeling of being at home, which was exactly his fantasy love life.

As for the case, he temporarily left it behind.

Han Bin found a documentary program. When he didn't have a TV series he liked, he liked watching it to pass the time, and he could add some knowledge.

"Eating." Wang Ting walked over with a wooden tray, and put the prepared dishes on the coffee table, Japanese-style sandwich grilled rice balls, tomato spaghetti, teriyaki salmon, and a cabbage salad.

Han Bin took a look and sniffed, "Yes, it's delicious, let me taste it."

"Wait a minute, I'll get a bottle of red wine."

Wang Ting took out a bottle of red wine from the wine cabinet in the living room and handed it to Han Bin sitting on the sofa.

Han Bin didn't know much about red wine, but this bottle of wine was screwed, not corked, so it was convenient to drink.

Han Bin opened the red wine without waking up, and poured it directly into two goblet glasses.

Han Bin picked up the wine glass, sniffed it, and clinked the glass with Wang Ting, taking a sip of red wine.

Han Bin also doesn't know much about red wine, and feels that the taste is similar, but bitter and astringent. However, sometimes the taste of the wine itself is not important, and what you drink is just a feeling.

Wang Ting took out a fork and handed it to Han Bin, "Okay, let's go, try this pasta, I made it for you specially, I haven't eaten it before."

Han Bin rolled a few sticks of pasta with a fork and dipped them in the sauce. It was a little sour, but it tasted good, a bit of Italian cuisine.

"The pasta tastes good, the sauce is very strong, do you plan to promote this dish in the restaurant?"

Wang Ting also took a bite, "I have such an idea, but I didn't make up my mind. I want to hear your opinion."

"Didn't the restaurant sell good Japanese food? Why do you think of making pasta again?"

"Business in the catering industry is not good now. You don't know how fierce the competition is. This year, I don't want to make much money, as long as I can maintain the cost of living in the restaurant." Wang Ting sighed, looking at Han Bin with some envy.

"Before, I didn't think how good civil servants are. Instead, I felt panic when I went to work on time every day. But through this love, I found that the iron rice bowl is more stable. Regardless of the depression of various industries, it will not affect you much. ."

Han Bin shrugged his shoulders. "Other industries are not easy to do. Prices have risen and money has devalued. Civil servants have a hard time."

Wang Ting asked, "No matter how difficult it is, it is okay to guarantee a decent life, right?"

Han Bin stretched out his hand and patted Wang Ting's slender waist. "You are young, so don't be mad about it. There is still me. You are unemployed. I will support you."

Wang Ting blinked her eyes and said playfully, "I can spend money very much, can you afford it?"

Han Bin smiled and said, "Don't worry, your vision is so good, and the boyfriend you choose is also very good, and you can afford it."

Wang Ting showed a pitiful look, "I am a simple person, and it is easy to take it seriously. Don't lie to me."

"Even if I lie, I will lie to you for a lifetime." Han Bin smiled.

Han Bin has read a piece of news. Some people say that a wealthy man named Chen is a fake charity. Han Bin knows a little about him, but he doesn't know much about him. Most of it comes from news.

However, Han Bin also has his own opinions on this matter. In Han Bin's view, if a person only does charity once or twice, or only does charity for a period of time, he may indeed be doing fake charity.

Maybe it's for fame, maybe it's for profit.

But if he does charity for a lifetime, whatever the reason, the fake will become true.

Happy times are always fleeting. After the two of them finished their meal, Han Bin took the initiative to take care of the dishes, and then the two were tired of watching TV on the sofa.

At eleven o'clock in the evening, the two turned off the lights to sleep.

Wang Ting sleeps upstairs and Han Bin sleeps on the sofa in the living room downstairs.

Han Bin is not the first brother, and he is not in a hurry to have a relationship with Wang Ting.

He moved in in the name of protecting Wang Ting's safety. If he was not honest the first night, even if something happened to the two of them, Wang Ting would inevitably feel a little uncomfortable.

According to Han Bin's experience, this kind of thing happens best, and he can't eat hot tofu in a hurry.

As long as we live together, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future.

...

The next morning, Han Bin woke up early. One was to prepare breakfast for Wang Ting, and the other was to go to the city bureau earlier.

Breakfast is relatively simple, toast, fried eggs, ham, tomato slices, and milk.

After Han Bin made breakfast, Wang Ting also just finished washing, still looking a little unconscious, and greeted Han Bin, "Morning, how did you sleep last night?"

Han Bin replied against his will, "Not bad."

Han Bin did not sleep well, not because the sofa was uncomfortable.

But I overestimated my concentration, living in a room with a beautiful girl, I will inevitably think of something messy in my mind, thinking is normal, not thinking about it is a problem.

It seems that Han Bin is going to speed up the progress, but it is still necessary for it to happen naturally.

Of course, the water channel can be shortened appropriately.

After the meal, Han Bin and the two drove to work in a car. Han Bin first sent Wang Ting to the restaurant, and then drove to the city bureau.

As soon as I arrived at the bureau, I received news of the meeting in the work group.

The leader of the meeting was Ding Xifeng, the team leader, Han Bin's team, and Chen Lin's squadron from the Long Island branch.

As for Ma Jingbo and the second group, Feng Baoguo sent to search the whereabouts of the fugitive Zhu Weichao.

After Han Bin and others came to the meeting room, Ding Xifeng hadn't arrived yet, and everyone was chatting in low voices, sharing clues and intelligence of the investigation.

At nine o'clock in the morning, the door of the conference room opened, and Ding Xifeng strode into the conference room with a serious expression on his face.

Ding Xifeng walked to the main seat of the conference room, but instead of sitting down immediately, he glanced at the people present.

Seeing that the atmosphere was not right, the team members hurriedly sat up straight, watching their noses and hearts.

Ding Xifeng cleared his throat and said, "Just now, just now, Feng Ju asked me in person whether the case we are investigating is related to Zhu Weichao."

"I thought about it, but I couldn't answer."

"Of those present here, one counts one. Who can answer this question?"