Saturday.
Han Bin's house.
"Clam… "
Han Bin yawned, slowly opened his eyes, and took a look at the mobile phone beside the bed. It was already past eight o'clock.
Last night, Han Bin treated guests to a barbecue. Li Hui ordered four roasted lamb loins. Han Bin didn't even know that he was a single dog. Why did he eat so many kidneys
Can you sleep at night
Han Bin got up, took a shower, cleaned up the house, and then went downstairs to his parents' house.
As soon as he entered, Han Bin shouted, "Mom, is there anything to eat?"
"Let's eat some fruit. It's past nine o'clock. I'll make something delicious for you at noon." Wang Huifang threw the mop aside: "Come here, let me tell you something serious."
Han Bin walked to the coffee table, picked up an apple and took a bite: "What's the matter?"
Wang Huifang took out a photo and put it on the coffee table: "Son, do you think this girl is pretty?"
Han Bin glanced at the woman in the photo with an oval face and delicate features: "It's pretty."
"do you like it?"
"Aren't you going to introduce someone to my uncle? Why did you arrange me again?"
"Your uncle, wait a minute. He is busy opening an antique shop now. When his shop opens, it can be regarded as a serious job. I will introduce it at that time." Wang Huifang said.
"You are quite experienced."
"Whatever the woman wants, it's either her looks or her career, it has to be the same."
"Or I'll wait too."
"What are you waiting for? You are handsome and have a stable job. It's the same when you look for it." Wang Huifang said.
Han Bin rubbed his chin, as if this was really the case.
Wang Huifang flipped through the photo, and wrote a few numbers on the back with a carbon pen: "This is the girl's mobile phone number, please contact me, it happens to be an appointment on the weekend; okay, just treat it as a friend, no, mom I'll find you again."
"Professional enough."
"Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and contact the family, the girl is thin-skinned, take the initiative." Wang Huifang urged.
"Om..."
Han Bin's cell phone rang. It was a message from the second WeChat group. Han Bin clicked on it, and there was a voice from Zeng Ping in the group.
'A case came out, and the people from the second group rushed to the police station immediately. '
"receive."
Han Bin replied a WeChat and wrote down the phone number on the photo:
"Mom, there is a case. I have to go back to the police station and contact the other party when I have time."
"Go."
Wang Huifang waved her hand, watched Han Bin leave, picked up the photo and looked at it: "Look at how handsome this girl is!"
…
half an hour later.
Han Bin took a taxi to the Yuhua branch. As soon as he entered the gate, he saw Zeng Ping standing in the yard smoking a cigarette.
"Team Zeng."
Zeng Ping took a deep breath and stamped out the remaining cigarette end: "I'll wait for you, get in the car."
Han Bin got into a police van for eight people, which was more spacious than an off-road vehicle. Li Hui drove, Zeng Ping sat in the co-pilot, Han Bin dominated the second row, and Zhao Ming and Tian Li sat in the back.
Zeng Ping fastened his seat belt: "Drive."
"Team Zeng, let's not wait for the technical team?" Li Hui asked.
"Let's go there first, and the technical team will arrive later."
"What case?"
"At around 7 o'clock this morning, a woman named Xie Rong called the police, saying that her husband had been beaten unconscious and his belongings had been robbed. They were in Unit 3, Building 4, Qingyuan Community. If there is a case, it will be assigned to us." Zeng Ping introduced.
"It's rare to be robbed in the early morning." Han Bin said.
"Maybe it was robbed last night. It's just that the victim was knocked out, and no one found out at the first time, so it took until seven o'clock in the morning." Tian Li guessed.
"Look, our Sister Tian is still the best, seeing through the crux of the case at a glance." Li Hui joked.
"That's right, I also want to comment on an advanced individual." Tian Li smiled.
"Binzi, how does it feel to receive a bonus of 3,600 yuan?" Li Hui enviously asked.
"What's the matter, why are you aiming at me? I ate all my kidneys for nothing last night?" Han Bin snorted.
"Don't worry about your waist, I didn't fall asleep most of the night last night, that worried me." Li Hui smiled wryly.
Tian Li spat: "Bah, smelly shameless."
"Ha ha… "
The three of Han Bin laughed.
…
Qingyuan Community is not far from Yuhua Sub-bureau. It is an old-fashioned community with low-rise and small slab buildings. It has low floor area ratio and low population density. There are many people who are not used to living in high-rise buildings and are not used to being managed by property management. They like this type of building very much. district.
After Han Bin and others arrived, they saw a police car parked in the community, and the police from the police station should have arrived.
However, when we arrived at Unit 3 of Building 4, we did not see the cordon being pulled up.
Han Bin and others were about to go upstairs when they saw several men in police uniforms coming down. The leader was Zhou Yanjun, the police chief of the Zhongshan Road Police Station.
"Officer Zhou, what's the situation here?" Zeng Ping asked.
"Captain Zeng, I was just about to contact you, and I made your trip for nothing." Zhou Yanjun went down the stairs and shook hands with Zeng Ping.
"Has the case changed?"
"The alert has been lifted."
"Call the false police?" Zhao Ming frowned. He sacrificed his Saturday vacation to rush over to handle the case.
If there was a robbery, he wouldn't complain, and whoever let him eat would be this bowl of rice; but if someone reported a false police report, it would be different.
Police are human too, and everyone has emotions.
"It's not considered a false police report. The victim fainted at the time, and the reporter didn't know the specific situation. Now that the victim woke up, he realized that he was not knocked out, but drunk." Zhou Yanjun also had some Helpless, no one wants to make a trip in vain.
"That's fine, you guys call in the team first, we'll go up and make a record," Zeng Ping said.
"Okay, the victim lives in room 301." Zhou Yanjun responded, and left with the police from the police station.
When they reached the third floor, Zeng Ping waved his hand to signal everyone not to speak. He stuck to the door and listened for a while, but found no movement, so he knocked on the door:
"Boom boom."
"Who is it?" A woman's voice came from inside the room.
"police."
"Didn't you come here just now?"
"I'm from the criminal police team, open the door."
"Crackling..."
With a muffled sound, the door opened, and a woman of about forty years old stood at the door.
"May I have your name?"
"Xie Rong."
"You reported the case, saying that your husband was beaten unconscious and robbed."
"I made a mistake. My husband passed out after drinking." Xie Rong subconsciously rubbed her brow bone.
Some people are ashamed of lying and will subconsciously touch their browbones.
Han Bin showed his police officer ID, and a group of people walked into the room.
A man came out of the bedroom. He was about forty years old, smelled of alcohol, had a bandage on his head, and his face was a bit ugly.
"Are you a victim?"
"Yes, my name is Wang Deli." The man replied.
Han Bin sized it up and pointed to the bandage on the opponent's head: "What's the matter with the injury?"
"I accidentally touched it when I was drunk." After Wang Deli finished speaking, his lips were tightly closed, and his eyebrows were pressed down and wrinkled.
This microexpression represents anger.
The duration of the micro-expressions is extremely short, less than a tenth of a second.
If it was before, it would be difficult for Han Bin to tell the difference, but now his micro-expression skills have reached an advanced level, which is no longer what it used to be.
Micro-expressions cannot directly judge whether a person is lying, but they can judge people's emotions.
If Wang Deli was really drunk and fell, his expression should be remorse and shame, not anger.
Anger is usually the emotion after being bullied or violated.
Han Bin guessed that the robbery was likely to be true.
(end of this chapter)