Detective from The Future

Han Bin took a sip of water and moistened his throat: "What are you going to use for that stolen money?"

"Save your life."

Han Bin came to be interested: "Tell me carefully, what is a life-saving method?"

"I am going to put out 400,000 yuan and ask the best lawyer to help me defend my innocence. I don't want to go to jail." Wang Zijia sighed.

"If the lawsuit is lost, you are not afraid of the death penalty?"

"As long as I have money, I won't. I will appeal."

"Where's the confidence?" Han Bin asked.

"As long as the family members of the deceased are willing to forgive me and are willing to issue a letter of understanding, even if the conviction evidence is sufficient, I believe the judge will not sentence me to death." Wang Zijia said.

"Bah, you killed everyone, and you still want your family members to forgive you." Sun Xiaopeng was a little shameless.

"She will." Prince Jia assuredly said.

Han Bin thought for a while, and subconsciously said: "With the remaining 700,000."

"As long as I am willing to return the 700,000 yuan to Cai Xiuyan, she will definitely issue a letter of understanding, she will definitely." Wang Jiadao.

"You are very thoughtful." Han Bin hummed.

But I have to admit that Wang Zijia's words do make sense. Based on his understanding of Cai Xiuyan, this woman has indeed done it.

With 1.1 million stolen money, Wang Zijia is equivalent to double insurance. For freedom, he must put it together.

Because once in jail, 1.1 million yuan is not spent.

"1.2 million is not a small amount. Why didn't Fan Zhenye put the money directly into the bank account of the wealth management company, but into your bank account?" Han Bin asked his doubts.

"At that time, the two of us were in a passionate love period. I persuaded him to divorce Cai Xiuyan, and he agreed." Wang Zijia's voice was choked up, and after a pause, he continued:

"I told him that if he transfers the money directly into the company account, once he and Cai Xiuyan divorce, the court will also be able to track down the money. At that time, the investment income will have to be divided into half. It is better to deposit the money in my account and then , I will transfer the money to the company’s account, so that there is no way to directly trace the wealth management company, and the wealth management contract also writes his name."

"As a result, you forged a fake financial management contract and swallowed the money privately." Han Bin guessed.

The corner of Wang Zijia’s mouth rose slightly: “He is just a beggar, knows little about investment, financial management and finance, and thinks what I said makes sense, so he agreed to my proposal.”

"Then why did you kill him?" Han Bin asked.

"Recently, Fan Zhenye has been studying the knowledge of investment and financial management. It seems that he has begun to doubt the contract. A few days ago, he also showed the contract to a divorce lawyer. The lawyer found that there was a problem with the contract. I also questioned me. I told him that it was because the divorce lawyer didn’t understand business, so he managed to deal with it. I know that he has already doubted me. I must make a decision. The money belongs to me, it’s me. No one can take what it deserves."

The more Wang Zijia talked, the more excited he shouted, "Police Officer Han, I am willing to plead guilty. Fan Zhenye was the one who killed Fan Zhenye. I am willing to cooperate with the police investigation and beg you not to sentence me to death."

"What did you do earlier?" Sun Xiaopeng said with disdain.

"I beg you, even life imprisonment I have recognized, I don't want to die, I don't want to die." Wang Zijia's nose and tears came out.

Han Bin asked more about the details of the crime, and Wang Zijia confessed very cooperatively. With the confirmation of the two phases, the chain of evidence is more complete.

...

Back at the office, Han Bin explained the situation of the interrogation, everyone became excited, and the case was finally closed.

After lunch, Han Bin and others escorted Wang Zijia to identify the scene and go through the procedures for closing the case.

Han Bin was busy until after five o'clock in the afternoon, and he sat in a chair for a break.

"Congratulations, Constable 577533, for successfully cracking the murder case." The police badge prompt sounded.

"Footprint Identification: Proficiency +2"

"Micro-Expression Analysis Method: Proficiency +2"

"Observation: Proficiency +1"

"The merit reward is 16 points."

When Han Bin was immersed in the joy of rewards, Li Hui came over and smiled: "Binzi, can I discuss something with you?"

"What's the matter?"

Li Hui rubbed his hands: "I want to take a day off tomorrow, okay?"

"Just take a break and take a break, look at how cheap you are..." Halfway through, Han Bin suddenly woke up and said with a smile: "You are not asking for that girl."

"I've got the contact information of others, so I can't say nothing." Li Hui scratched his head.

"Yes, it's very efficient." Han Bin smashed Li Hui's chest with his fist.

"Hush, keep your voice down, the horoscope hasn't been beaten, let them hear it, it's time to booze again." Li Hui whispered.

"Stop it, you got it, remember to invite me to dinner." Han Bin smiled.

"It's necessary." Li Hui smiled, showing a look of longing.

Han Bin went to the captain's office again and reported to Zheng Kaixuan about his work. After returning to the office, there was nothing wrong with him, so he announced that he was off work.

on the car.

Li Hui looked very excited and kept talking along the way, asking Han Bin where he met for the first time, where to go for a date, what kind of food to eat at noon, and whether to give the girl gifts.

Han Bin didn't have any secrets, and told Li Hui about some of his dating taboos.

For example, pay attention to your own image. Clothes don't need to be too expensive, but they must be clean, tidy, and not sloppy.

Second, you must arrive before the girls, and you must not be late. Otherwise, unless the girls like you very much, you will definitely be out of play.

Third, don't ask girls about their previous relationship history. This question has no meaning. If you ask, girls may not tell the truth.

Fourth, if you like it, you will chase it boldly.

Han Bin only said a few taboos. As for how to get along with girls, Han Bin didn't say that people are different from people, so you have to understand them by yourself.

There is another big truth, Han Bin didn't dare to say, ‘talk a few more times and understand everything’.

...

Han Bin returned home, it was almost seven o'clock, just in time for dinner.

In addition to Han Bin's parents, Han Bin's uncle Wang Qingsheng is also there.

Today, there are a lot of people, and Wang Huifang cooked a few more dishes, including meat and seafood, and opened a bottle of white wine.

After the good food was served, everyone brought one. Han Bin took a bite of the food and smiled: "Uncle, have you exercised recently?"

"Yes, I exercise every morning, and I have already started jogging. I feel that my body is much better than before and I am motivated all day." Wang Qingsheng laughed.

"Then how do I feel, you are fatter than before." Han Bin asked.

"Hey." Wang Qingsheng chuckled, "After exercising, my appetite is better than before, and I might eat a little bit more."

Han Bin shook his head and laughed: "Uncle, you are past the age of exercising to lose weight. Now exercise is only to strengthen your physique. Losing weight can also be diet."

"I also want to eat less, but I can't bear it if I don't eat meat." Wang Qingsheng said helplessly.

"I didn't say that you are not allowed to eat meat, it is small but fine." Han Bin said.

"I remember, I have the last meal tonight, and I will go on a diet tomorrow." Wang Qingsheng patted his chest.

Han Bin was a little bit dumbfounded, how could these words sound so familiar.

After the meal, everyone sat together drinking tea and chatting.

Wang Huifang began to look at If You Are the One again, and Han Weidong chatted with Han Bin about the case.

Wang Qingsheng flipped through the album on the sidelines.

"Uncle, what are you doing?" Han Bin asked curiously.

"There is a big business to do in these two days, I have to study it in advance." Wang Qingsheng said.

"Yeah, what big business?" Han Weidong held the teapot and poured it on Wang Qingsheng.

"A client wants a painting by Han Xuankun and wants me to help collect an authentic one." After Wang Qingsheng finished, fearing that everyone would not understand, he added: "Han Xuankun is a famous painter on Qindao, and he has been on TV. ."

"Well, I have some impression." Han Weidong recalled for a moment: "I remember...some time ago, he was already dead."

"Yes, it's him, he just passed away."

"How unlucky to buy a painting of a dead man." Wang Huifang frowned.

Wang Qingsheng put down the album and smiled: "Sister, you don't understand this, because he passed away, this painting is valuable."