Detective from The Future

After half an hour, a car stopped on the side of the road.

Zeng Ping got out of the car with a kraft paper bag in his hand.

"Team Zeng."

"Team Zeng," everyone greeted.

Zeng Ping nodded and walked to Han Bin, "Here, this is Zhang Li's note."

"Team Zeng, you came quite fast." Han Bin took it, opened the bag and took a look.

"Are there new discoveries at the scene?"

"No." Han Bin glanced at his watch, "However, the search and rescue dog should be coming soon. The scene will be handed over to you. I will return to the bureau first."

"Hey, you have to leave as soon as I came here, why are you screaming? Is there anything more important than the scene?"

Han Bin explained, "In addition to Zhang Li's mobile phone, a letter was found at the scene, written in Zhang Li's tone."

Zeng Ping understood, "You asked me to bring her handwriting over to verify the authenticity of the handwriting."

"Correct."

Zeng Ping frowned, "This handwriting appraisal requires a professional organization, and our branch cannot do it."

"Just leave it to me, and leave it to you." After Han Bin finished speaking, he left with the information.

Zeng Ping was stunned for a moment, and then he reacted. Could this kid know how to identify handwriting? When did I learn it? Why don't I know?

"Hey, don't leave." Zeng Ping stopped the other party, "You can do handwriting verification."

Han Bin smiled, "Understand a little."

For Han Bin, Zeng Ping still knows better. He said that if he understands a little, he must understand, or even be proficient, "When did you learn it, why don't I know."

"After I went to the city bureau, I will study blindly as long as there is no case, and I have some experience. I will report to you later, I will leave first."

Watching Han Bin leave, Zeng Ping was stunned for a long time. No wonder this kid has risen so quickly. He is really attentive in criminal investigation skills, and he still learns while busy.

Zeng Ping secretly thought that in the future, he would have to work harder and retreat if he didn't advance.

Can't let this old subordinate compare himself... well, he seems to have been compared.

But at least...it can't be left too far.

...

Han Bin has learned handwriting identification for some time, but he doesn't use much.

Handwriting identification requires careful study in a relatively quiet environment.

Because as long as you dare to imitate the handwriting, it means that the handwriting of the imitator is somewhat similar to that of the person. It is easy to distinguish the authenticity without careful observation.

Once the error is identified, it will mislead the investigation of the case.

Han Bin shut himself up in the office without disturbing people, and did not end his studies until five o'clock in the afternoon.

Of course, the reason why it took so long was also because he used less of this skill and was a little rusty.

He can basically be sure that the handwriting on the letter is the same as the notes found at Zhang Li's house, and should have been written by Zhang Li herself.

Han Bin stood up, his hips were a little numb, and his mouth was a little dry. He moved his hands and feet and poured a cup of tea.

Tian Li came over, "Team Korea, Dai Ju has notified the meeting, and learned that you are studying handwriting, so it didn't bother people."

Han Bin took a sip of tea, which was a bit hot, "In the meeting room?"

"Yes."

"Okay, I'll be there." Han Bin screwed on the tea cup, took Zhang Li's handwriting and letter, and hurried directly to the meeting room.

"Boom." Han Bin knocked on the door of the meeting room.

"Come in." De Minghan's voice sounded inside.

Han Bin pushed the door and walked in and found that Dai Minghan, Zeng Ping, Li Hui, Wei Zimo and others were all in a meeting.

"Dai Ju, I'm late."

"It's not too late, I will reserve a place for you." Dai Minghan pointed to the chair next to him, "I heard Zeng Ping said, you are studying note identification recently, how is your research?"

"I compared the handwriting on that letter with Zhang Li's previous notes, and it was indeed written by the same person."

Zeng Ping took the conversation, "This is the same as our search results. The search and rescue dog found no other clues, let alone Zhang Li's body. She most likely absconded."

Dai Minghan pondered for a moment, and asked, "Did Zhang Li's search find any clues?"

Zeng Ping replied, "Zhang Li's house has not found any clues that are obviously related to the case, but I have sent Zhang Li's mobile phone to the technical department for identification."

Dai Minghan did not hold much hope for Zhang Li's mobile phone. That mobile phone was really valuable, and Zhang Li would not keep it.

"Since all the clues point to Zhang Li, I decided to apply for a wanted warrant from my superiors. You will also do your best to search for Zhang Li's whereabouts. You must not let her escape."

"Yes."

...

After dinner and returning home, Han Bin lay in bed to rest.

After investigating for a long time, Zhang Li was finally found, but she was allowed to run away. To be honest, not disappointed, it was fake.

Tian Li checked Zhang Li's identity information and found no ticket purchase records. The police temporarily lost her track.

Wang Ting has returned to her parents' house, with Han Bin alone.

The more Han Bin thinks about it, the more depressed, and after a busy day, his body is a little tired, and he wants to drink a little wine and sleep.

However, he is now not allowed to drink alcohol in accordance with the regulations while handling the case. In order to curb this thought, Han Bin brushed his teeth and lay in bed to listen to the novel. At the same time, he set a timing. When he was tired, he went to sleep.

...

The next morning.

Han Bin rubbed Li Hui's car again.

On the way, Han Bin bought an early meal and asked Li Hui to eat it, which was considered to cover the gas bill.

Of course, money is not the most important thing. The key is that two people are very busy, and there are not many opportunities to get together to eat like before. It is rare.

Han Bin and Li Hui found a small Muslim shop, each with two roasted buns and a bowl of mutton soup. It was already autumn, and the breeze in the morning was a bit cold. After drinking the mutton soup, they were very comfortable.

When Han Bin arrived at the branch, there were already many people in the office.

Tian Li was the first to come today. She was assigned a task last night. As soon as Han Bin arrived, Tian Li hurriedly reported, "Team Han, after coming this morning, I checked Zhang Li’s identity information again, and still did not buy. Ticket record."

Han Bin nodded. He didn't have much hope. Zhang Li, a woman who could escape before the police arrested her, showed that she had a certain sense of anti-reconnaissance, and naturally it was impossible to take the risk to buy air tickets and train tickets.

The reason why Tian Li was asked to investigate was just a routine investigation.

There is little hope for such clues, but if there is no investigation because of this, and Zhang Li happens to buy train tickets and air tickets and escape, then the responsibility will be great.

Han Bin didn't want to make such a low-level mistake that was clever and was mistaken by cleverness.

Tian Li continued, "By the way, the Korean team, there is one more situation to report to you."

"Say."

"I just received a call from Song Bohui. He has returned from the capital and said that he will come to the police station to make a transcript."

Judging from the current situation, Song Bohui can basically rule out suspicion.

Of course, the transcripts should be done. Han Bin pointed to Li Hui on the side.

"give it to you."

Li Hui made an OK gesture.