National Forensic Doctor

Zhang Bin's high school grades were not ideal, but he was admitted to a private vocational school near Beijing North.

Before school started, he thought that the daily commute might be too hard, so he rented a student room next to the school. He rented a floor that was specially sublet to students. It was a small illegal building covered with wooden boards on the sixth floor of an old apartment. There were six rooms in total, sharing a set of bathroom facilities and a small kitchen. There was also a small balcony on the roof outside for drying clothes.

The tenants of the room downstairs would come back from time to time. When they came back, there would be constant gunfire, and Zhang Bin had to watch more than a dozen short videos before he could fall asleep.

After living there for a long time, Zhang Bin was even somewhat desensitized. At night, he put on headphones and did... those part-time jobs on the Internet.

He mainly sold various accounts. In the early days, it was various QQ numbers, and later it was various game accounts and mobile phone numbers. Occasionally, he also took on some proxy business, but they were all subcontracted to familiar studios downstream.

Zhang Bin felt quite comfortable. He could earn tens of thousands of yuan just by replying to messages and looking for resources all day long, which was much better than what he learned in school.

The only thing that made Zhang Bin feel unconfident was the eyes in reality. But Zhang Bin was not in a hurry. When he made a little more money, he would buy a car or something. Then, naturally, someone would look up to him.

With this mood, Zhang Bin became more and more active in his account. He was willing to make small money that others were unwilling to make, and he dared to do the gray industry that others dared not do. His fame was getting bigger and bigger, and the resources in his hands were accumulating more and more.

That day, Zhang Bin stayed up all night again, walked downstairs, prepared to have breakfast, and then went back to sleep.

When he got downstairs, he happened to meet a young lady who was carrying high heels out.

The young lady had bright eyes and wore a sportswear. She smiled at Zhang Bin, put her hand on her lips, and said "hush" to be quieter, and then smiled at Zhang Bin again.

Zhang Bin's little heart was pounding.

The two walked side by side for a while, and the young lady whispered again: "Sorry, I didn't disturb you yesterday?"

"I... wore headphones at night." Zhang Bin said.

The young lady didn't know what she thought of, and lowered her head slightly.

Zhang Bin quickly reacted and said hurriedly: "I work at home."

"Aren't you a student?" The young lady asked the landlord before renting the house.

Zhang Bin nodded, and said a little proudly: "I'm still in college, but I've started a business."

"Starting a business alone?" The young lady was happy.

"Many jobs now can be completed by one person independently online." Zhang Bin is most proud of his work now, and he said incessantly: "Don't look at me as only one person, but what I do may not be done by you even if you find dozens of people..."

"Don't worry, don't worry, I believe you." The young lady hurriedly comforted him. She understands a man's face.

Zhang Bin saw it and said indignantly: "I am in the development stage now. After a few months, I will free up my hands and show you my strength at that time..."

"What strength?" The young lady was curious.

Just when Zhang Bin didn't know how to continue, a male voice with a smoky accent came from the dark alley: "Zhang Bin?"

"It's me." Zhang Bin looked over naturally.

Behind him, a dark shadow leaped three meters from the low wall and fell on Zhang Bin's back.

Zhang Bin was thin and small, weighing only about 100 pounds. At that time, he looked like a fat golden retriever. With a whimper, he was knocked to the ground.

"Police!"

"Police, don't move!"

More dark shadows rushed out of the dark alley, some with bare hands, some with shields and batons, and some with guns at the side.

The young lady downstairs was pulled to the side by someone. A female police officer looked at her and said, "Don't move."

The young lady nodded blankly, and then looked at the endless number of police officers who handcuffed Zhang Bin and escorted him into the car at the entrance of the alley. Her head was also stuffy, and her little heart in her sweatshirt was pounding. She couldn't help thinking: Is he telling the truth? He must be really capable!

…

Half an hour later.

The computer, books and other items in Zhang Bin's room were packed up, and the remaining garbage was left inside. The lock was changed and sealed.

Liu Jinghui and others saw Zhang Bin's account books and other records at the first time.

Without his arrangement, the contact person of the technical investigation had already monitored the mobile phone number that Ren Kuangshan bought at the same time and synchronized the data to the headquarters.

"Ren Kuangshan is in Manchuria!"

When Song Tiancheng in the headquarters saw this result, his whole body was red.

"Let him out of the encirclement?" Song Tiancheng no longer cared about the elegance from the ministry. With a snap, he put the lighter on the table and smoked two cigarettes fiercely before he recovered and thought.

The task force was so large that it had more than a dozen teams. Not to mention the various support units that were called upon, the Jiang Yuan team that was chasing him from behind, and the Ge Zhibing team that went to the northeast to block the door, were all well-known criminal investigation teams. If he lost the person in this way, it would be difficult for him to return to Jiangdong.

The secretary understood the leader's thoughts very well and whispered: "Ren Kuangshan hasn't left yet. We have already located him. We can notify Manzhouli in advance and then tighten the port..."

"Okay." Song Tiancheng nodded immediately.

"Do you want to arrest him immediately? Or send someone over to arrest him?" The secretary asked a very particular question.

Generally speaking, if the suspects of a minor case are in another place, the local police will be notified and asked to help arrest them. For cases that are slightly more important, people will be sent to the local area and then the local police will be asked to assist in the arrest.

There is no need to say much about the importance of the academician murder case. In theory, it should be the best to get a plane of people there immediately, do it yourself, and ask the local police to cooperate.

The risk here is that Ren Kuangshan, who is located by mobile phone signals, will lose his mobile phone again in the next period of time?

It is said that it is unnecessary, but who can say for sure, even if he turns off his mobile phone, he will lose the location. Although the difficulty of finding someone in a city has dropped sharply, risks are risks. Especially in this border area, it is difficult to say how he plans to cross the border. If he is stuck in these few hours, Song Tiancheng will vomit blood.

"I'll make two calls. Check if there is anyone nearby." Song Tiancheng said and picked up the phone.

At this time, a man in a white shirt in charge of dispatching in the command center coughed twice and said, "Jiang Yuan's team has sent a team to Inner Mongolia, in Manchuria."

"Jiang Yuan's team? Why was it sent there?"

"I don't know, maybe because it's on the Mongolian-Russian border?"

Song Tiancheng interrupted the discussion in the command center. He couldn't control the reason now, so he immediately said, "Call Jiang Yuan, and then call the police officer in charge, and I'll tell him in person!"