"The choice is yours."

"Can you save him, do you want to save him, you can do it yourself?"

Every word Han Bin said was like a hammer, knocking on Jin Cuixia's heart.

Jin Cuixia is a little clever, but she is a rural woman after all. When she heard that her son might be in trouble, she panicked.

Jin Cuixia snatched her cell phone from Han Bin and dialed Niu Xin's cell phone number.

"Sorry, the call you dialed is temporarily unavailable..."

Jin Cuixia dialed several times in a row, and it was still the prompt tone.

"Comrade police, what kind of case are you investigating?"

Jin Cuixia was anxious.

Han Bin is not in a hurry. "Tell me first, how did that motorcycle come from? If the motorcycle was really picked up, then we might have found it wrong. The case has nothing to do with Niu Xin, and it may die. It’s someone else."

The more Han Bin said this, the more frightened Jin Cuixia was. She clutched Han Bin's arm with both hands and asked, "You mean, what case?"

Bao Xing and Jiang Yang directly pulled her away.

Han Bin is still the previous question, his attitude becomes more and more indifferent, "How did the motorcycle come from?"

"Woo..." Jin Cuixia cried. If she admits that Niu Xin got the car, she is afraid of killing her son, or the police will take him away and go to jail.

But she was even more afraid that Han Bin was telling the truth. If her son really died, she...

No, absolutely not, she didn't dare to continue thinking, she tried to persuade herself.

Han Bin tapped on his watch, "If you turn the hands more, your son will be a little more dangerous. I am a policeman. I want to save him, but I need your assistance."

"If you can't provide useful information, we will be very passive. It is likely that when we find it, it will already be a cold body."

"No!" Jin Cuixia yelled, "My son Ji Ren has his own vision, and nothing will happen."

"That would have to be helped by a noble person." Han Bin said solemnly, "Remember what I just said, his life and death are in your hands!"

"Woo..." Jin Cuixia cried again.

Han Bin did not stop her, nor did he speak any more, just silently looking at his watch.

Han Bin’s action is like a thorn piercing Jin Cuixia’s body, reminding her all the time that the longer it is delayed, the more dangerous Niu Xin...

Jin Cuixia said in a hoarse voice, "My son is only 18 years old this year, and he has just grown up."

Han Bin didn't speak, still looking at his watch quietly.

Jin Cuixia wiped her tears, and finally couldn't hold her back. "Comrade Police, you are right. My son got the motorcycle back."

"When did you get it back?"

Jin Cuixia recalled, "June 1st, I rode back at night. At that time, I was surprised and asked him where the motorcycle came from."

"He said it was borrowed from a friend, and he will return it in a few days."

"How many times has he gone out on a motorcycle?" Han Bin asked.

"Two or three times."

Han Bin opened the notebook, "Tell me about the specific time when he went out on a motorcycle."

Jin Cuixia looked red, "Comrade police, can you help me find my son first, and after you find him, I will tell you everything."

Niu Xin was really going to be silenced, and the clue to trace the instigator behind the scenes was cut off.

Han Bin changed the question, "When did Niu Xin leave home, I want the specific time, the more detailed the better!"

Jin Cuixia thought for a while, "On the eighth, on the night of the eighth, it seems to be past seven o'clock."

"Where did he go and what did he do?"

"He works in a car wash shop. The boss called and said that the shop was short of staff. He asked him to go to work the next day, and he left overnight."

"The name, address, and contact information of the car wash shop, tell me what you know."

Jin Cuixia frowned and muttered, "What is the name of that car wash? He told me, let me think about it."

"By the way, call Meite Car Wash. It's on Sanqiao Street in Yuhua District. I don't know the others."

Han Bin remembered it and said to Jiang Yang next to him, "Check this car wash shop."

After Jiang Yang left, Han Bin continued to ask, "Think about it, have you ever heard the name Zhu Weichao, and has Niu Xin said anything about him."

"Zhu Weichao." Jin Cuixia muttered to herself, "This name sounds familiar too, I really want to know where I have heard..."

Jin Cuixia clutched her head for a long time, wondering, "Comrade police, can you give me a hint, what does this Zhu Weichao do?"

Han Bin explained patiently, "Zhu Weichao is a serious prisoner. He escaped from prison some time ago."

Jin Cuixia said, "Yes, yes, I remembered, someone in our village mentioned it, and said that the police issued a reward order, and the arrest of this person can give a lot of money."

"Have Niu Xin mentioned this person?"

Jin Cuixia shook her head and said, "No, does this person have anything to do with my son?"

Since he needed the other party's assistance, Han Bin felt it necessary to explain to the other party that respect and sincerity are mutual.

"According to our police's speculation, this Zhu Weichao was hired to kill people back then. He did not tell the employer before he went to prison, but after entering the prison, he threatened the employer to help him escape.

"Next will be the Zhu Wei Beyond Prison incident."

"We suspect that your son also assisted Zhu Wei in transcending prison. He was probably hired by the master behind the scenes."

"Now that the police have found Zhu Weichao's body, it is very likely that it was killed by the black hand behind the scenes."

"Niu Xin and Zhu Weichao are both employed by the behind-the-scenes ambassador. We have reason to suspect that the behind-the-scenes ambassador will kill Niu Xin just like Zhu Weichao."

"Now we need you to cooperate with the police and find Niu Xin as soon as possible, so that it is possible to help him out of danger."

Jin Cuixia was stunned for a long time. The nail on her right hand pinched her left arm, and blood stains had already been pinched. After Han Bin's retelling, she probably understood what happened.

If she was a little bit skeptical before, she believed it by eight points now.

Jin Cuixia grabbed Han Bin's arm, "Comrade police, please save my son, please."

"This is our duty and we will do our best. At the same time, the police need your assistance. You are Niu Xin's mother. You know him better and it is easier to find him." Han Bin said earnestly, "He Now his life is in danger at any time, and the police are trying to rescue him."

"Yes, I know." Jin Cuixia nodded hurriedly.

"If you think about it, is there any other way, or anyone else can contact Niu Xin."

Jin Cuixia clutched her head with both hands, making a look of trying to recall.

Han Bin asked at the right time, "Is your husband and Zhu Weichao's case related?"

"No, it doesn't matter."

"Then why does he go to repair the motorcycle?" Han Bin asked.

Jin Cuixia sighed, "When eating in the morning on the 8th, my son once mentioned that he was going to sell this motorcycle as scrap, and he said that the motorcycle would be dismantled before selling."

"My husband was anxious at the time, saying what is it for selling such a good car, and keeping it easy for him to drive."

"My son insisted on selling, and the two almost quarreled."

"Later, my son told the truth, saying that this was a stolen car collected by their car washing shop. It was inconvenient because he was afraid of being found in lawsuit.

"My husband came up with an idea to dye the motorcycle black and replace it with a few new parts. Even if the original owner saw it, he wouldn’t recognize it. If my son didn’t want it, he would give the motorcycle to him in the village. The ride is right."

"Who knows that my son didn't tell the truth, he actually... also committed a crime."

Jin Cuixia covered her face and cried. She could see that she was very sad, but what is the use of being sad now?

The parents are also big-hearted, knowing that the son's collection of stolen cars is not good for education, and they still want to ride by themselves.

Han Bin didn't know what to say.

Perhaps it is not accidental that Niu Xin embarked on the path of crime...