Detective from The Future

At the suggestion of Han Bin, Village Chief Lin called Cao Erhu's brother Cao Dalong over.

Cao Dalong is a man in his forties, wearing a half-old down jacket, and looks honest: "The village chief, you are looking for me."

"Dalong, these three are police comrades from the city, I want to get some information with you." Lin Qingguo said.

Cao Dalong was stunned for a moment, then glanced at the three Han Bins, and forced a smile: "Comrade police, what can you do with me?"

"Don't be nervous, we came here to inquire about your brother Cao Erhu's situation." Han Bin said.

Cao Dalong breathed a sigh of relief and murmured: "Let me just say, the weather has been cold recently, and my door is rarely out. What can police comrades ask me for?"

"When was the last time you saw Cao Erhu?" Han Bin asked.

"It should be ten years or so."

"Ten years, your brothers haven't contacted yet?" Tian Li asked in surprise.

"Back then, he chased me half a village with a sickle. After that, we didn't have much contact. Why should I contact him and let him chop me." Cao Dalong snorted.

"It's been so many years, still can't let it go?" Han Bin tentatively asked.

"I'm an older brother, he's a younger brother, and they all say that the eldest brother is like a father. He is good enough to beat me like a grandson. I can’t hold my head up in the village for so many years. After that, the village No one takes me seriously. The people in the village will never forget this for a lifetime. It will be a joke for a lifetime to say, how can I put it down?" Cao Dalong clenched his fists, pressed his eyebrows and frowned.

Han Bin has been observing the other person and patted him on the shoulder: "Let's go, take us to Cao Erhu's house."

"Comrade police, I haven't been there for so many years, and I don't want to go." Cao Dalong said with a stubborn neck.

"Okay, okay, it's a big dragon, look at your dim eyes, quickly take the police comrades to see." Lin Qingguo urged.

Someone has to do this job. If Cao Dalong doesn't go, he might be the one who will go. In this cold weather, he is getting older, so who wants to move.

Although Cao Dalong is unwilling, the village chief still has to give his face: "Okay, I will take you there."

The group of four left the village committee. On the way to Cao Erhu's house, Han Bin also asked a few questions: "Cao Dalong, is there anyone with a better relationship with your brother in the village."

"Yes, why not, it's all a group of friends." At this point, Cao Dalong couldn't help sighing again.

Cao Erhu became what he is now, and he has a great relationship with this group of friends.

When Cao Erhu first met these people, Cao Dalong was not disgusted. He even had a few contacts with these friends and friends. When he wanted to come, the people in the village were bullying and fearful of hardships. He knew some friends in the realm, so no one would dare to bully himself in the future. Up.

At the beginning, he thought well. After Cao Erhu interacted with these friends, the people in the village were somewhat afraid of his brother, and Cao Dalong was somewhat complacent.

As a result, after his father and mother passed away, the two brothers split up and had a conflict. Cao Erhu put this unbridled energy on his head.

"Cao Dalong."

Hearing someone calling him, Cao Dalong came back to his senses: "Officer Han, what else do you have?"

"You can tell the names of Cao Erhu's friends and friends and their full names."

"Hey." Cao Dalong replied, and recalled for a while: "We have a better relationship with Cao Erhu, Zhao Sihai, Wang Baojiang, Yang Jiping, Sun Yefei."

"Do you have their contact information?"

"I don't know this, but you can ask the village chief, he will definitely find it." Cao Dalong said.

After a few minutes of walking, he arrived at the gate of Cao Erhu's house.

A large iron gate is surrounded by brick walls.

Cao Dalong rushed over in a trot, stood at the door, and touched the door: "Look at it, such a good house, this kid can't live, why bother with me back then."

"Your brothers are conflicting because of this house?" Han Bin asked.

"There are two houses in our family. This house was built later and the area is relatively large; we said a long time ago that I will give my parents to the end of the care, and this house will also be given to me, and he will occupy another small house. A little bit, who knows what my father meant, this grandson turned his face, and came to our house every day to make trouble, holding a sickle and trying to fight me hard, forcibly drove our family to live in a small house, you said this grandson is mostly not human." Cao Dalong gritted his teeth.

"Open the door."

"I don't have the key." Cao Dalong shook his head.

Zhao Ming took out a large iron tongs from the trunk of the car and snapped the lock on the door.

Cao Dalong couldn't wait to open the door, walked into the yard a few steps, stood at the entrance of the yard, stunned, and cursed: "This grandson, it's really not a thing, the yard is like a wasteland."

Han Bin walked over and took a look at the yard. There was a brick road in the middle. Both sides were covered with yellowed weeds. The tallest one was one meter high, so hiding a few people would not be a problem.

"It's been ten years, so you haven't come to see it."

"Look, if you let the grandson know, and then use the sickle to push me, I still want to mess around in the village." Cao Dalong said helplessly.

There was a yellow weed in the yard, and nothing to look at.

"Go into the house and take a look." Han Bin said.

"Police Officer Han, which house do you want to enter? Both the south house and the north house of this house can live in. My parents lived in the south house before, and my family lived in the north house. The east house is a guest room or a room for sundries. ,"

"Zhao Ming, open the door locks and look at them one by one." Han Bin ordered.

"Yes."

Zhao Ming first unlocked the door of the South House.

"Ah cut..." Tian Li sneezed, the dust in the room was too big, one foot print.

Cao Dalong was about to walk inside in a hurry, but was pulled by Han Bin: "Don't run around, stay behind me."

"Eh." Cao Dalong replied.

The south house is divided into two rooms, inside and outside. The outside room is larger and used as a living room. There are coffee tables, sofas, and chairs. The inside room is built with a big Kang, which can sleep five or six people.

"It's spoiled, spoiled, such a good house, when I left, it was the same as the new one. After so many years, the wall was dark and cracked. You said this grandson couldn't live in the first place. "Cao Dalong patted his thigh, exasperated.

Han Bin made a circle around the house. There was dust everywhere. No one had been here for many years, and there were no suspicious objects in the house.

After leaving the South House, the group entered the North House again.

When he arrived at this room, Cao Dalong seemed even more excited. This room was where his family lived. As soon as he entered the door, he pointed to the sofa in the living room:

"You take a look, I bought such a good sofa, I bought it frugally, this grandson can no longer hold it, and I don't know how to cover the sofa, bastard."

Han Bin observed that the furniture in this room was obviously higher-end. There was also a large color TV, chandeliers, and air conditioners in the living room, and the floor was covered with patterns.

On the floor next to the sofa, there was a piece of scorched black that seemed to have been burnt.

"Hey, hey, how could such a good floor burn? This grandson is a prodigal son." Cao Dalong shouted.

Han Bin frowned slightly. On the opposite wall, there was still a 2009 calendar, but the calendar was only half a meter above the ground. Han Bin felt awkward no matter how he looked at it.

"Your calendars are all hung so low?" Han Bin asked.

"No, this wall calendar was not here before, over there." Cao Dalong pointed to the opposite wall.

Han Bin looked in the direction that Cao Dalong pointed, and he found a nail hole.

Han Bin walked to the wall calendar, nothing unusual, and then took it off and found that there were scratches on the wall behind.

"This grandson, how can I make a good wall like this? Isn't it deliberate." Cao Dalong entered the house, just like a grieving woman, his mouth never stopped.

"Are there any differences between the furniture and furnishings in this room from when you lived before?" Han Bin asked.

"There are no others. This grandson is not very much at home, nor does he cook or return home, and is too lazy to die." Cao Dalong did not give up any opportunity to complain about Cao Erhu.

Han Bin looked at the scratched wall, the discordant wall calendar, and the burnt marks on the ground, with thoughtful marks on his face.

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