Han Bin manipulated it on the computer and found a high-definition screenshot. The license plate of the black car was Lu B512xx.

The car was driving from the intersection of Linan Street to the intersection of Pingxin Street. The car was still intact when passing Linan Street, but when it drove to the intersection of Pingxin Street, the front of the car had been damaged.

The distance between the two intersections was only a few kilometers, but the car drove for nearly an hour.

The car had stayed on the road near the place where the body was thrown for so long, and there must have been an accident.

Han Bin called Li Hui and asked him to check whether the Lu B512xx car had an accident reported by the insurance company and the traffic police yesterday.

Soon Han Bin received a reply. Neither the traffic police team nor the insurance company received a call about the car's accident.

This is a very abnormal phenomenon. Since a traffic accident has occurred, it is reasonable to call the police and report insurance, and let the insurance company come over to settle the claim. Otherwise, what is the point of spending thousands of dollars on auto insurance every year?

Han Bin immediately realized that there must be a problem with this car.

Han Bin directly retrieved the owner's information from the traffic police brigade.

Owner: Wang Zengmin

Date of Birth: May 15, 1990

Phone number: 13705XXXX

Model: Black Volkswagen

Address: No. 114, Pingxin Village, Yuhua District, Qindao City.

Han Bin has never been to Pingxin Village. The countryside is different from the city. Even if you have an address, it is difficult to find a specific location if you are not from the village.

Han Bin and Qiu Yiming met at the entrance of Pingxin Village and drove directly to the village committee.

The village head is called Li Jianxin, who is in his early forties, wearing a cotton cap and a blue mask.

After getting to know each other, Li Jianxin personally took Han Bin and others to Wang Zengmin's house.

On the way, Li Jianxin couldn't help inquiring: "Comrade police, what are you looking for with Wang Zengmin? It's New Year's Eve just now, and I ran all the way over."

"Does Wang Zengmin's house have a black Volkswagen?" Han Bin asked rhetorically.

"Hey, I don’t know much about this, but now things are better. Most people have cars. Even if you don’t usually buy them, you have to buy them as if you marry a wife. If you don’t buy a car these days, which girl is willing to follow You." Li Jianxin said.

Don't look at what Li Jianxin said, but this sentence is basically useless.

Han Bin handed a cigarette to the other party: "Mr. Li, is there any surveillance in our village?"

"There is one at the west end of the village and one at the door of the village committee. If you want to check the monitoring, you can go to the village committee to check it at any time."

Pingxin Village is not big. After a group of people walked for a few minutes, Li Jianxin stopped and pointed to an iron fence not far away: "Comrade, that house is Wang Zengmin’s house, I will not go, after all, it’s in the same village. ."

"Okay, go ahead." Han Bin greeted him and watched the village head Li Jianxin leave.

Zhao Ming looked at it: "Yeah, this iron fence door is very impressive, it looks like a small villa."

Qiu Yiming smiled: "Now marriage is required to have a house. It is best to buy a house in the city. If the city can't afford a house, just build a house in the village. Struggling."

"Tsk tsk, marrying a wife has become a major event these years." Zhao Ming quipped.

Qiu Yiming nodded: "Don't say it, it's really a big deal."

Han Bin walked to the door and looked down. There are marks left by tires on the **** of the door. A pair of couplets have been pasted on the glass bricks on both sides of the door. Everything goes well and luck is here. Good luck and prosperity. .

Zhao Ming stepped forward and knocked on the door: "Anyone?"

"Who is it?"

"Open the door."

Not long after, a 30-year-old man walked to the gate of the iron fence, took a look at Han Bin and others, and his eyes fell on Qiu Yiming: "What's the matter with you?"

"Open the door, we are the police." Zhao Mingliang issued a police officer's card.

The man opened the door with a dazed expression: "Comrade police, are you coming to my house for anything?"

"What is your name?"

"Wang Zengmin."

"Does your family have a black Volkswagen?"

"Yes, what's the matter?"

Zhao Ming walked straight in and took a look into the courtyard: "Where is the car?"

"The car is lent out."

"Who did you lend to and when did you borrow it?"

Before Wang Zengmin responded, a voice came from the courtyard: "What's wrong, who's here outside?"

A woman in her thirties came out, wearing an apron with flour on her hands.

"My wife, these are police comrades, asking about our car." Wang Zengmin said.

"What car, we don't have a car." The woman gave Wang Zengmin a hand. "Comrade police, we don't have a car at home. You should go to someone else's house to find out."

Zhao Ming frowned and scolded, "I asked you something, don't open your mouth and come."

"This is my house, don't let me talk yet." The woman raised her neck and became more angry.

"Wang Zengmin admitted just now that your family has a black Volkswagen. You deny it now. We are a silly policeman," Zhao Ming retorted.

"My family has a Volkswagen car, but I lent it to someone to drive it a long time ago, and I'm not at home at all. We really don't have a car now." The woman quibbled.

"Who did you lend it to?"

Wang Zengmin's wife opened her mouth and came: "Lent it to a friend."

"Which friend?"

"I don't remember, can you let me think about it?" Wang Zengmin's wife asked rhetorically.

"Okay." Han Bin waved his hand: "Take them both back to the police station, find a quiet room, and think hard."

Qiu Yiming winked at the two policemen under him: "Take it away."

"Don't don't don't, comrade police, if you have any words to say." Wang Zengmin was a little anxious. It was New Year's Eve just now. Who wants to go to the police station at this moment.

Zhao Ming stared: "What? We found your home because there is full evidence. We have found out you early, and we have been entangled with us."

"Yes, my daughter-in-law is not sensible, please don't be familiar with her." Wang Zengmin said in a pleased tone.

"Where's the car?"

"Yesterday morning, I was young..." Before Wang Zengmin finished speaking, his wife covered his mouth: "Don't tell me, let me say..."

"Snapped!"

Wang Zengmin waved his arm and slapped his wife’s face: "This girl, just after giving you a good face for two days, you just slap your nose on your face. Even if you usually mess around, you still dare to talk in front of the police. I don't want to pass it."

"How dare you hit me..." Wang Zengmin's wife was anxious, and she was about to withdraw her arms while waving.

"Snapped!"

Wang Zengmin is tall and has long arms, and throws his wife a big mouth: "You are crazy, go back to me, and say another word, go back to my family."

"Woo..." Wang Zengmin's wife covered her face and ran back to the house crying.

Wang Zengmin glanced at her, and then put on a smiling face: "Comrade police, the old lady is not sensible, don't be familiar with her."

"Wang Zengmin, our police do not interfere too much with your family conflicts, but I still want to warn you." Han Bin showed a solemn expression:

"From now on, don't beat your wife in front of the police, understand?"

"Yes, you are right. My daughter-in-law is illiterate and ignorant, and she doesn't have a door on her lips. She will cause you trouble. If you don't beat her, you don't have a long memory." Wang Zengmin sighed:

"I did it for her too."

"This is the truth." Qiu Yiming sneered. If it weren't for Wang Zengmin's two slaps, he would slap his wife away. With the urination of that lady, she would have to go to the police station.

"Close to the subject, where's the car?"

"Yesterday morning, a relative drove the car away and wanted to drive the subject to play in the city. He has not returned yet." Wang Zengmin said.

Han Bin looked at Wang Zengmin carefully from the high-definition camera and saw the driver who was driving. They were indeed not very similar.

"What relative? What is it called?"

Wang Zengmin showed an awkward look: "Chen Lisheng, my brother-in-law."

Zhao Ming hummed: "Haha, these two slaps are not injustice."