Detective from The Future

Yuhua branch, interrogation room.

Sitting above the interrogation, Meng Jingdong looked a little embarrassed.

He glanced at Han Bin, then at Li Hui, and finally looked at the camera on the table.

Han Bin has also been observing the other party. After opening his diary, he routinely asked: "Name, age, gender..."

"Meng...Meng Jingdong, male male, I am 31 years old..."

Han Bin put down the pen in his hand and asked, "What are you doing so nervously?"

"Comrade police, I...I've been to the police station for the first time. I have never even been to a police station. I was very nervous when I arrived." Meng Jingdong's head lowered and lowered.

Li Hui knocked on the table: "Raise your head."

Han Bin wrote two words nervous in his diary.

Han is in charge of the interrogation, and Li Hui is in charge of the record. However, Han Bin occasionally writes a few important words, not for recording, but for himself. Later, when recalling the content of the interrogation, he will be faster and more accurate.

"Meng Jingdong, take a deep breath, don't be too nervous, you should already know the purpose of our calling you, what do you want to say?" Han Bin asked.

"Comrade police, I was wronged. I was really wronged. I hope you can find out the case and return me to my innocence." Meng Jingdong looked very excited.

"Have you been near Golden Beach?" Han Bin asked.

"Comrade police, what are the conditions in my house? You have seen it. I don't have the intention of going to the beach."

Han Bin stood up, picked up two photos from the table, walked to Meng Jingdong's side, and placed one of the photos on the interrogation chair:

"This photo was taken in the early hours of September 3rd near Golden Sand Beach. Your van is on the scene. How do you explain it?"

Meng Jingdong picked up the photo and observed it carefully, showing a look of consternation: "How is this possible? I didn't drive out that night. It was definitely not my car."

Han Bin took another photo on the interrogation chair: "This one has a clear license plate number. See if it's yours?"

Meng Jingdong held the photo in both hands, with a look of astonishment on his face: "Lu B3Q15V, how is this possible, it is actually the same as my license plate number."

"Don't ask me, you should explain this." Han Bin said sternly.

"I don't know. I have poor legs and feet. I never drive out at night. There is absolutely a misunderstanding." Meng Jingdong shouted.

"What's the misunderstanding?"

"I am not sure as well."

"Has anyone used your car?"

"No."

"You said you don't go out at night, who can prove it?"

"My dad, my mother, and my daughter can all prove it." Meng Jingdong said.

"Article 70 of my country's Civil Procedure Law stipulates that the testimony provided by witnesses that is beneficial to relatives or other closely related parties is generally less proving than the testimony of other witnesses." Han Bin said.

"Comrade police, what do you mean?" Meng Jingdong was puzzled.

"In popular terms, relatives prove to themselves that it is not persuasive. It is best to find other witnesses to be persuasive." Han Bin said.

"At night, there are no outsiders in our house, who can prove it to me?"

"Look carefully, is this car in the video yours?" Han Bin pointed to the photo.

Meng Jingdong took a closer look again, wondering: "This...at night, the photo is not very clear, and I don't know it."

"Have you ever worked in the communications industry?"

"I don't have that ability." Meng Jingdong showed a bitterness: "Comrade police, you suspect that I am involved in theft. What is it that I lost?"

"The computer room of the communication base station was stolen. We checked the nearby video. Your car appeared near the three stolen scenes."

"It's impossible, I haven't done it at all, will someone frame me with a deck of cards?" Meng Jingdong guessed.

"Have you offended anyone?"

Meng Jingdong lowered his head: "Just like me, it's fine if others don't bully me. How can I offend others."

"What's your job?"

"Living." Meng Jingdong explained that they were afraid that they would not understand:

"There are many people in our village who support box boards in the city. I pulled them into the city in the morning, and then helped people to live in the city, and then I brought the box boards back to the village at night."

"Apart from you in Daxi Village, how many people have a van?" Han Bin asked.

"There are a lot of people in the village who drive vans. I don't know how many there are. The only ones who can tell are Sun Baoqing, Song Maiqiao, Meng Chengyong, Tang Zhiming... and Zhang..."

Meng Jingdong showed a thoughtful look: "I can't remember it for a while."

"Remember, only if you find enough evidence can you prove your innocence." Han Bin exhorted.

"Yes."

...

Two groups of offices.

Zeng Ping was looking at the case file, and Tian Li, Zhao Ming, and Sun Xiaopeng were looking at surveillance video.

Seeing Han Bin and two of them walk into the office, Zeng Ping put down the file in his hand: "The interrogation is over."

"It's over." Li Hui gently sat on the chair.

Han Bin poured a cup of tea, and every time the interrogation was over, his mouth was dry and he had to drink a few sips of tea first.

"No move."

"No."

"Did Meng Jingdong have an alibi?" Zeng Ping asked.

"Meng Jingdong said that he never went out at night, but only his parents and daughter can prove it." Han Bin replied.

"His alibi proves that he should have no effect." Zhao Ming said.

"How did he explain that his car appeared near the crime scene?" Zhao Ming asked.

"According to his account, he has never loaned out the car. He suspects that someone has set a license and framed him."

"Does he have a suspect?"

"No."

"From the existing evidence, he is still very suspicious." Tian Li said.

"Are there any new findings from the monitoring?" Han Bin asked back.

"On the night of September 4, the van was also found near the stolen base station. Suspected vehicles have been found near the four stolen base stations. I think this can no longer be explained by coincidence. It can basically be determined that this car is suspect. Human transportation." Tian Li analyzed.

"It may also be a deck car." Li Hui said.

"Where is the evidence?" Tian Li spread his hands: "We can't subjectively rule out Meng Jing's suspicion just because his house is pitiful."

"Tian Li was right. Meng Jingdong didn't have enough alibi, nor could he prove that his car was decked out. He is still the first suspect." Zeng Ping agreed.

As a policeman, you must make judgments objectively.

At this moment, Sun Xiaopeng suddenly shouted: "Team Zeng, I have new clues here."

"What clue?"

"I just zoomed in on a high-definition picture and found that the suspected vehicle is somewhat different from Meng Jingdong's car." Sun Xiaopeng said.

All of a sudden everyone gathered around: "Which is different?"

Sun Xiaopeng pointed to the video screenshot, which was a picture of the front of the car. The sun visor was pulled down in the cab, which happened to block the driver's appearance.

"There is a red apple decoration in front of the suspected vehicle, not in Meng Jingdong's car."

Han Bin recalled for a moment: "Really, I checked Meng Jingdong's car, and there were indeed no decorations in front of his car."

"Could it be that after the incident, he was worried about being caught by the police and removed the Apple ornaments?" Zhao Ming said.

"This kind of car decorations are usually fixed with strong glue. Even if the decorations are removed, it is difficult to completely remove the glue, and there will still be some traces." Han Bin took a sip of tea and continued:

"What's more, Meng Jingdong really has this idea. He has covered the license plate number long ago. We may not be able to find him."

"Han Bin's analysis is good. This car is likely to be a licensed car." Zeng Ping agreed, and pointed to Sun Xiaopeng on the side:

"Good job, I will give you a credit."

Sun Xiaopeng smiled: "Team Zeng, you won the prize."

"Sister, if it's a deck car, doesn't it mean that we have lost the clue again." Li Hui spread his hands.

Everyone was silent for a while.

After a while, Han Bin said slowly:

"It's not necessarily."