Detective from the future

Chapter 415 Investigation
"Last time, what happened to Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"He was beaten, and I told the police, but he refused." Ning Yuerong choked up.

"Why was he beaten?"

"It's about his job."

"What does he do?"

"Xiaoshan is an Internet writer."

"Is it the kind of writing novels on the Internet?"

"That's right, Xiaoshan works very hard. He codes every day. He is really hardworking."

Chen Xia curled her lips: "Yo, what kind of serious job is that?"

"Mom, there is no distinction between high and low jobs. Xiaoshan likes writing novels very much. This is his dream. I believe he will succeed and write a work that is recognized by everyone." Ning Yuerong's eyes showed a firm gaze.

"Cough." Han Bin coughed lightly and interrupted the conversation of the two people: "Since he is writing at home, why is he being beaten?"

Ning Yuerong said helplessly: "Internet writers have to update every day. Some time ago, Xiaoshan Kawen couldn't figure it out after sitting at the computer desk for a whole day. Beat him up."

"puff!"

Zhao Ming couldn't help laughing, this reason is too bloody, he doesn't know whether others believe it or not, anyway, he doesn't believe it.

Han Bin glared at him, and continued to ask: "I also read novels. The author's lack of updates is really annoying. It's normal to despise people in this chapter. It's not enough to beat people."

"I didn't believe it at first, so I asked Xiaoshan if there were other reasons, and Xiaoshan said...he was out of context."

Han Bin "..."

Zhao Ming "..."

Well, for the latter reason, Han Bin is also a little uncertain.

Maybe...probably...maybe it was a motive.

"What's the name of the book friend who hit him?"

"I don't know, he won't say."

Zhao Ming asked: "Since he was beaten, why didn't he call the police?"

Ning Yuerong sighed: "He said that book friends are so impulsive because they really like his works, they are die-hard fans of novels, and they also recognize him."

Chen Xia was a little speechless: "Oh, do you think these Internet writers are stupid when they write novels, they are beaten up, and they are still having fun."

Ning Yuerong's eyes were red: "Mom, how can you say that, I know you don't like him and think his job is unstable, but he and I are true love, he treats me very well, I don't care about his job."

"Mom also came here at your age. It's for your own good. I don't expect you to find someone rich. At least find someone with a decent job." Chen Xiayu said earnestly.

Ma Jingbo interrupted the two: "Okay, let's go to Zhao Xiaoshan's house."

Room 1, Unit 2, Building 702.

"Ka." Ning Yuerong opened the door: "Xiaoshan, are you home?"

There was no response from the house.

Han Bin was the first to enter the house wearing a mask. As soon as he entered the door, there was the kitchen next to him. There was no one in it, and he didn't see anyone in the living room.

This is a two-bedroom apartment. Zhao Ming and Tian Li checked the room and toilet, but found no sign of Zhao Xiaoshan.

"Xiaoshan, where are you going?" Ning Yuerong cried.

Han Bin took a look around. There was not much furniture in the living room. The master bedroom was on the right. There was only one bed, one wardrobe, and two bedside tables.

There is a desk and office chair lying on the side, and there are computers, snacks, and a bucket of instant noodles on the table.

Han Bin checked and found that there was only half of the instant noodles left: "Is Zhao Xiaoshan a big eater?"

"Big, he uses his brain to type, and he can't concentrate when he's hungry, so he usually eats more." Ning Yuerong said.

"Does he usually have the habit of leftovers?"

"No, he is very economical. The two of us go out to eat together, and he will eat the leftover noodles when I eat." Ning Yuerong said, and couldn't help crying again.

"It seems that he left in a hurry." Ma Jingbo glanced at the instant noodle bucket:

"Does he often eat instant noodles?"

"Yes, he doesn't cook often, and his cooking speed is relatively slow. He is afraid of delaying the time of coding, so he usually orders takeaway. Now is a special period, and he often eats instant noodles during this period."

Ma Jingbo touched the keyboard with his gloves on: "Aren't his parents' homes in the city? Why don't they go home?"

"Creation needs space, and there is no way to concentrate in places with many people, which will affect the efficiency of coding."

"So, this Zhao Xiaoshan is quite ambitious."

"Yes, Xiaoshan really likes writing."

Han Bin checked the windows, the sashes were intact and closed: "He rented this house specially for code writing?"

"No, he bought it." Ning Yuerong said.

"Did his parents pay for it, or did he earn money to buy it?"

Ning Yuerong said with some pride: "The conditions of Xiaoshan's family are average, and there are two brothers. His parents can't afford to buy him a house, so he bought it with his own money."

"How do you earn money?" Zhao Ming asked in surprise. The housing prices in Qindao are not cheap. There are a few young people in their 20s who can buy houses on their own.

"Code words, he bought them with money from code words."

"My day, it's true, writing novels makes money." Zhao Ming was even more surprised.

Ning Yuerong glanced at her mother: "Although most authors don't make money, Xiaoshan is different. He really works hard, loves this industry very much, and has a talent for coding. He can rely on this industry to make a living." Own."

Zhao Ming still couldn't believe it: "How much money does he earn every month?"

Ning Yuerong glanced at her mother again: "[-] to [-]."

"Tsk tsk, what I said made me want to change my career." Han Bin laughed.

"Brother Bin, if you change careers, you have to bring me with you." Zhao Ming joked.

"While playing, your family has no shortage of houses."

Zhao Ming "..."

Han Bin took out his mobile phone: "What is the name of the novel written by Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"King of real estate."

Han Bin searched: "His pen name is Ning Xiaoshan."

"Correct."

Han Bin also reads novels. He is an old bookworm and has some knowledge of the novel industry. He has never heard of the pen name Ning Xiaoshan, which proves that the other party is not a famous author.

He clicked on the book "The King of Real Estate", and felt that the results of this book were average. Can he really make so much money?
Han Bin was a little skeptical.

He called Tian Li over and gave some instructions in a low voice.

Then a group of people went to the living room and formally took notes for Ning Yuerong.

Han Bin made a routine inquiry, and cut to the chase: "How long have you known Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"More than a year."

"How's the relationship between you two?"

"It's good. We are both serious and have common hobbies. We rarely quarrel." Ning Yuerong said.

"What time did you contact him yesterday morning?"

"It's past eight o'clock."

"the exact time."

Ning Yuerong checked the phone call records: "32:[-]."

"When did you realize that his cell phone couldn't get through?"

"At around five o'clock in the afternoon, I sent him a WeChat message, but he didn't reply. At that time, I thought he was busy. At eight o'clock in the evening, I sent him a WeChat message and still didn't reply. I called him at 08:30 and found that his mobile phone was shut down. I did. I just realized something was wrong."

"Why didn't you call the police then?"

"I'm not sure what happened to him. I wanted to come to his house to have a look, but now is a special period. My parents won't let me go out during the day, let alone at night. I also wonder if his phone is out of battery. I just waited all night, who knew it would happen..." Ning Yuerong sobbed again.

"Is there anything unusual about Zhao Xiaoshan recently?"

"No."

"Does he have any close friends?"

Ning Yuerong thought for a while: "No, he's very homely and doesn't have any good friends."

"What do you think of his disappearance?"

Ning Yuerong shook her head: "I don't know. I never thought that this kind of thing would happen to him. He is very kind and kind. This kind of thing shouldn't happen to him."

Seeing that Ning Yuerong was about to cry again, Han Bin changed the subject: "How is the relationship between your parents and Zhao Xiaoshan?"

"My parents don't really want the two of us to be together. They think that Xiaoshan's family's conditions are mediocre. They have a younger brother who is in college and don't have a serious job. They are afraid that I will suffer if I marry into Xiaoshan's family. I can understand them. I know they are doing it for my own good. But they don't understand me and Xiaoshan."

Ning Yuerong twisted her hands together, and said with a longing face: "I believe that when Xiaoshan and I are together, we will definitely get better and better. Xiaoshan will also have his own career, and he will become a successful writer." , will definitely impress my parents.”

"Have your parents and Zhao Xiaoshan ever had conflicts?" Han Bin asked tentatively.

"No, Xiaoshan has been to our house, and the atmosphere was not bad at that time, there was no conflict."

"Has Zhao Xiaoshan ever said, who is he going to meet, or where is he going?"

"No, I recalled it carefully, and I didn't feel anything unusual." Ning Yuerong wiped her eyes.

"Has there been any changes in the things in this room?" Han Bin asked.

"No, Xiaoshan seldom cleans the house, usually I come to help him clean up."

"Does Zhao Xiaoshan have transportation?"

"Xiaoshan has a car, and the car keys are usually placed in the bag at the door. I checked it when I came in, but it's gone."

"What car?"

"It's a white BMW."

"And he bought it himself?"

"Correct."

After asking a few more questions, Han Bin let Ning Yuerong and Chen Xia leave without any more clues.

Before leaving, Ning Yuerong still grabbed Han Bin's arm and asked Zhao Xiaoshan what happened.

Now the facts of the case are still unclear, and Han Bin can't say too much, he can only say a few perfunctory words.

Tell her that if the case progresses or Zhao Xiaoshan is found, she will be contacted as soon as possible.

Only then did Ning Yuerong agree to leave.

After sending Ning Yuerong's mother and daughter away, Han Bin returned to the living room and asked Ma Jingbo who was sitting on the sofa: "Captain Ma, do you want someone from the technical team to come over?"

"Well, I have already notified." Ma Jingbo said thoughtfully.

Seeing that the other party was absent-minded, Han Bin couldn't help asking: "What are you thinking?"

Ma Jingbo touched his chin: "Writing novels, is it really that profitable?"

Han Bin shook his head and laughed: "I don't know much about this either."

After a while, the technical team arrived and inspected the house, but found no blood.

Zhao Xiaoshan's computer was also taken back to the Yuhua Sub-bureau.

For an Internet writer, a computer is essential, and maybe some important clues can be found.

Han Bin also found a real estate certificate from the cabinet, and the owner's name was Zhao Xiaoshan.

There are thousands of dollars in cash under the drawer of the coffee table in the living room, and there is no sign of theft in the house.

After a while, Tian Li and Zhao Ming came back.

Ma Jingbo glanced at the two of them: "Does the property management company have any clues?"

"We checked the surveillance of the property. At nine o'clock yesterday morning, a man suspected of being Zhao Xiaoshan wore a mask, got off the garage in an elevator, and left the complex in a white BMW," Zhao Ming said.

Ma Jingbo nodded, and ordered: "Send the screenshot of Zhao Xiaoshan's video to Ning Yuerong so that she can identify it."

"Yes."

Han Bin glanced at his watch, and asked Tian Li beside him, "Is there any news about the novel website?"

"I'm about to report to you. I contacted the website where Zhao Xiaoshan wrote novels. The person in charge of the website checked it out. Zhao Xiaoshan is indeed the contracted author of the website. He also wrote the novel called The King of Real Estate. However, he went to The monthly manuscript fee is not [-] to [-]."

"How much is that?"

"More than 2000 before tax, but less than [-] after tax."

Ma Jingbo was a little surprised: "rmb?"

"Yes."

"The monthly salary that Ning Yuerong said is [-] to [-], but the difference is nearly [-] times." Han Bin took out his mobile phone and found the novel "The King of Real Estate" again, but felt that the income of about [-] was more suitable.

"I don't think the person in charge of the website should lie." Tian Li said.

Ma Jingbo nodded: "Either Ning Yuerong lied, or Zhao Xiaoshan lied."

"I also think that these two people lied." Han Bin agreed, then thought of something, and continued: "However, Zhao Xiaoshan's name is indeed written in the house book. How did his house and car come from? It's worth a lot of money."

"I'm also thinking about this." Ma Jingbo stood up and walked a few steps: "Will Zhao Xiaoshan have other jobs? The so-called Internet writer is just a cover."

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