Detective from the future

Chapter 392 The villain
Macedon's arrival can be said to be reasonable and unexpected.

Because of the fraud case, the police officers in the entire Qindao City were a little bit minced.

A burst of gongs and drums attracted the attention of the entire police station.

Several banners were held up in the crowd.

"Wonderful injustice, a pioneer in the police force"

"Yuhua branch, eliminate harm for the people"

"Thunder attack, solve the case quickly"

This is not the first time Han Bin has encountered such a thing.

He was not hypocritical, and led the second group downstairs.

The movement in the yard has already alarmed other people in the branch office. Some people opened the windows to look out, and some people went downstairs to watch the excitement.

Han Bin wanted to call Zeng Ping, but there was no one in his office, so Han Bin sent him a WeChat message.

The people in the second group went downstairs, and Macedon had already reached the middle of the yard.

After seeing Han Bin, Ma Saidong walked over quickly, knelt down, choked up and said, "Officer Han, thank you, thank you for catching the murderer of my wife."

Seeing this scene, Han Bin was a little surprised, and quickly pulled him up: "Mr. Ma, get up quickly, this is what we should do."

"I really didn't expect that my wife's case could be solved. After learning the news, I was so excited that I stayed up all night, woohoo." Macedon burst into tears.

Han Bin patted him on the shoulder, knowing that he had suppressed it for too long and needed to release it.

Sometimes, crying is not a bad thing.

After thanking each other, Macedon took pictures with the members of the second group and thanked the members of the second group one by one.

Especially Han Bin, Li Hui, and Zhao Ming.

At the beginning, when the three went to Laiping City, Macedon didn't report too much hope, and he didn't think that the three young men could solve the case. It would only remind him of his wife's murder and feel the sadness again. despair.

When he received a call from the Yuhua branch and was told that the murderer of his wife had been caught, he first felt that he was a liar, and even wanted to hang up the phone.

After careful questioning, he realized that it was true. At this moment, Ma Saidong was ecstatic and grateful to Han Bin and others.

Macedon had to express his gratitude, not only for himself, but also for his wife.

It is no exaggeration to say that Han Bin and others gave him a new life.

The gratitude lasted for a full hour, and Han Bin led the team members of the second group to send Ma Saidong to the gate of the courtyard.

Macedon bowed ninety degrees to Han Bin and the others before getting in the car and leaving.

Han Bin and the others did not leave immediately, but watched the car go away.

"Now that the murderer has been caught, he should be able to let go and start a new life." Li Hui's words were a little abrupt, with a hint of uncertainty.

Han Bin could understand what he meant: "I hope."

"Although it's a cold day, I feel warm in my heart." Tian Li smiled.

"Yes, no matter how hard it is to solve the case, I think it's worth it to be thanked sincerely." Zhao Ming laughed.

"The purpose of our police is to protect these common people." Du Qiruo said.

"There are still many good people who know how to repay their kindness." Sun Xiaopeng looked at the pennant in his hand and grinned.

"Papa..." Han Bin clapped his hands and said, "Everyone, go back and complete the case closing procedures as soon as possible."

"Yes, it's almost Chinese New Year, so don't delay your vacation." Zhao Ming smiled.

Han Bin glanced at Zhao Ming: "Speaking of vacations, I remembered that the sub-bureau has just issued an instruction. In order to ensure that the policemen whose hometowns are in other places can go home for the New Year, all brigades are required to report the list of personnel who live in this city. They will share the on-duty tasks of various units during the Chinese New Year."

"Ah, no." Zhao Ming revealed a bit of bitterness, not including the bully.

Li Hui is happy, he can go home early this year!

……

Line 1 subway.

A chubby figure squeezed into the subway. Subway No. [-] passed through the bustling area of ​​Qindao. It was difficult to find a vacant seat at this time.

The chubby man was wearing a black down jacket and could only stand in front of the seat while holding on to the armrest.

With his size, wearing a thick cotton coat, there is no room for an empty seat.

You have to start at one and a half anyway.

"This damn weather, it's windy again." The fat man rubbed his red ears.

This man is none other than Han Bin's uncle Wang Qingsheng.

Wang Qingsheng was listening to a novel with the Bluetooth headset his nephew bought for him.

Such a person's journey will not be alone.

Finding a good-looking novel is like opening up a new world, which makes people linger and forget to return.

Sitting opposite Wang Qingsheng was a young girl who looked to be in her 20s, good-looking, with long hair combed, wearing black-rimmed glasses, dressed in fashion, and was chatting with people with her head down.

For some reason today, there are fewer people in the subway than in the past.

Sitting next to the girl with black-framed glasses was a man who was not tall and a little thin. He was wearing a mask and couldn't see clearly. He squinted at the girl with black-framed glasses.

After a while, Wang Qingsheng also looked at the girl with black-rimmed glasses, and kicked her shoes.

The girl with black-rimmed glasses shrank her feet.

Wang Qingsheng kicked forward again.

The girl with black-rimmed glasses raised her head and glared at him with a look of coldness on her face.

Wang Qingsheng didn't intend to stop, and stepped on the shoes of the girl with black-rimmed glasses.

The girl with black-rimmed glasses raised her head, with a look of anger on her face, and shouted, "You are insane, why are you stepping on my feet on such a big ground, you scumbag."

The man wearing a mask next to him also gave Wang Qingsheng a vicious look.

Wang Qingsheng sneered, a little embarrassed, turned and left, and went through the crowd to the next carriage.

I can't afford to provoke you, so I can't hide.

The girl with black-rimmed glasses snorted and continued to look down at her phone.

After a while, there was a subway beep.

"Ding dong, Zhongshan Road Station is ahead. There are passengers getting off at Zhongshan Road Station. Please prepare in advance." After the reminder, the door opened, and passengers got off the bus one after another.

The doors closed and the subway opened again.

A few minutes later, the girl with black-rimmed glasses raised her head and glanced at the indicator light. She was about to get off at the next stop.

Originally, I was in a good mood today, but it's a pity that I met that stinky fat man.

unlucky.

The girl with black-rimmed glasses put away her phone, and habitually touched her pocket: "No, where is my wallet?"

"I clearly remember putting it in my coat pocket."

"Not in pants either."

"My money, ID card and bank card are all inside."

The girl with black-rimmed glasses got a little anxious, looked around the ground and still couldn't find it, and asked the people around her, "Uncles, aunts, brothers and sisters, have you seen my wallet?"

An old man sitting opposite pointed forward: "The guy sitting next to you just now, the one wearing a mask, touched it."

"Ah, my wallet was stolen!" The girl with black-rimmed glasses cried and complained, "You've seen it all, why didn't you remind me."

The uncle was a little embarrassed: "I said it too bluntly. The thief is in a hurry. What if he stabbed me."

"He's alone, what's there to be afraid of?"

The uncle shook his head: "I dare not say that, thieves usually have accomplices, I am so old, if something happens, who will take care of me."

"Then you can remind me tactfully." The girl with black-rimmed glasses said dissatisfied.

The uncle spread his hands: "I'm also afraid of being scolded!"

　There is only one update today.

　　Everyone knows that after writing a case, it is routine to write a text.

　　The sourness of the card...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)