A new police officer joins the team and solves a major dismemberment case

"Huilongguan Community?" Han Xu raised his eyebrows when he saw the name.

Song Jiaer asked in confusion, "What's wrong? Is there any problem with this community?"

"There is no problem, but the positioning of this community is very accurate, equivalent to a luxury single apartment, not like a place where taxi drivers often live."

"Well, I have heard of this Huilongguan community. Xiao Xiao has a best friend who seems to live there. Xiao Xiao said that the environment there is very good. When she first came to Yancheng, she wanted to live there, but her sister lived in Binhe Community, so she gave up. How did you know about that community?" Song Jiaer opened her mouth and almost didn't stop.

Han Xu couldn't say that he wanted to live there when he first came, so he had to laugh and said, "I heard it from Li Le."

Brothers are used to take the blame, which can avoid a lot of trouble.

"Oh, then where are we going next? Huilongguan Community?" Song Jiaer didn't doubt him.

Han Xu shook his head, "Let's go find another driver first, and then we can go to Huilongguan slowly."

Song Jiaer understood that after all, the deceased Zhang Hengyi was single and lived alone, and going to his residence would not yield much, so it would be better to find out about the handover yesterday. Perhaps some more valuable clues can be obtained.

Han Xu notified Li Le again and asked him to send someone to bring the taxi back to the office to see if the technical investigation could find any clues.

Then he called another driver and got through easily.

This driver's surname was also Zhang, and he was at home when he answered the phone.

Han Xu didn't say much, just asked for the detailed address, and then drove the navigation all the way to find it.

Although Song Jiaer was from Yancheng, she was really confused on the road. If there was no navigation to help, she would probably go straight into the sea.

Han Xu couldn't help but quarrel with her for a while, but Jiaer retorted mercilessly.

A person with a poor sense of direction made fun of a person with a blind sense of direction, who gave him the courage? Sister Liang?

This Master Zhang lives in the old city, which is the shantytown south of Binhe River.

It took more than 20 minutes to drive to the end of the field. Song Jiaer finally found a parking spot outside the narrow alley. She parked the car sideways in a clumsy way. As expected, she accidentally scratched the right front wheel.

The two got out of the car and saw that the wound on the little Beetle was quite big.

"It's okay, I'm used to it, and it's used to it too." Song Jiaer didn't care at all, and the posture of locking the car with the remote control was beautiful.

"..." Han Xu felt his head buzzing. What does it mean to get used to it? Hasn't this driving skill improved at all?

"Let's go. Why are you standing there? It's so messy here. I don't know what time it will be when I find the place." Song Jiaer's impression of the old city is still in school. At that time, she came here several times with her classmates.

Looking at it now, it seems to be much better, but compared with the rapid changes outside, this place is still at the end of the last century.

However, the buildings in the old city are very impressive, full of life. Most of them are low buildings less than five stories high, and there are even some one- or two-story bungalows. Compared with the commercial district where people don't know each other, it is a different scene.

Han Xu was in it and felt very interesting. Before, when he looked from a distance on the riverside, it was only lifeless and lacked vigor and vitality, but now it seems that he was obviously wrong.

The narrow streets and alleys in the old city are not deserted, but maintain a harmonious and lively neighborhood relationship. Compared with the hustle and bustle outside, Han Xu prefers the warm atmosphere here.

The two asked along the way and took great efforts to find Master Zhang's residence.

It was a two-story building, a residential house built in the last century, but the outer wall had been repaired and painted with a thick layer of green paint. Many places have been weathered and fallen off, and it looks a bit old.

Han Xu had seen the photo on the driver's license and recognized at a glance that the person pacing back and forth outside the gate with worry was the person he was looking for on this trip.

"Hello, is this Master Zhang?"

The man saw Han Xu and his partner from a distance, but the young couple was dressed fashionably and looked like police officers, so he didn't dare to confirm.

Until Han Xu spoke and asked, he quickly stretched out his hand, "Yes, I am, I am."

Han Xu shook his hand and wanted to show his ID, but when he searched his pockets, he found nothing. He had to say awkwardly, "We are from the Beijiao Police Station and want to find you to learn some information."

Master Zhang is an old driver in his forties. He has seen some big and small scenes, but it was the first time he was visited by the criminal police. He was a little nervous for a while. He calmed down and said with speculation, "Officer, you are here because of Zhang Hengyi, right?"

Han Xu didn't expect Master Zhang to ask this question. He nodded slightly, didn't hide anything, and admitted, "Yes."

"What did this bastard do again?" Master Zhang cursed, but his expression was a little worried.

Song Jiaer was about to tell the truth, but Han Xu said first, "Well, it's nothing, the taxi you drove together was stolen."

"What the hell? That bastard lost the car?" Master Zhang's originally nervous mood suddenly went out of control. When he heard that the guy who was eating was gone, he didn't care about his reserve.

Han Xu suddenly realized that he had expressed it incorrectly, and explained it again, and then he dispelled the old driver's impulse to go back and get a kitchen knife.

"I was scared to death, it turned out that a piece of glass was broken, officer, you are going to kill me."

"I'm sorry, I just came here to ask, when did you change shifts yesterday?"

Master Zhang relaxed, his expression became natural, and blurted out without any hesitation, "The shift change was at four in the afternoon, and it was six in the morning."

Han Xu nodded. He didn't bring pen and paper, so he had to write down the information in the memo on his phone.

"Did you do anything strange about Zhang Hengyi when you handed over the shift yesterday?"

"No, everything is normal, as usual. This guy is quite nice, but he's just a little lazy. When I handed over the car yesterday, he took another half an hour, MD, and he never got it on time." Master Zhang seemed to have some objections to Zhang Hengyi, with a hint of boredom in his tone.

Han Xu asked again, "Where did you deliver the car?"

"It's downstairs from his house in Huilongguan Community. I mean, I only earned a few dollars after a hard day's work, but this guy actually lives in such a nice place. Isn't this a waste of money?"

Ha, this quick answer hit Han Xu's heart.

Seeing that Han Xu remained silent, Song Jiaer asked again, "Master Zhang, why didn't you pick up the car this morning? Didn't you call Zhang Hengyi?"

Master Zhang was stunned for a moment and replied, "This guy called me last night and said that he had taken a big job and was going to take a customer to Yaoyang City, which would take more than ten hours.

I didn't agree with it at first, but he agreed to pay me two days' worth of contributions. I was short of money these days, so I agreed. I didn't look for him this morning. What's wrong, officer? Is there any problem? "

"When did he call you?" Han Xu caught a clue.

Master Zhang thought about it for a moment, slapped his forehead, and took out his mobile phone, "Look at me, I'm an old fool. It was on my mobile phone at 8:21 last night."

Han Xu wrote it down, not forgetting to mark it with an emphasis.

"Did this little bastard get into some trouble? Where is he now?"

Master Zhang saw that the two police officers were not here just for a theft case, and there was a hint of anxiety in his tone.