Detective from the future

Chapter 988 Search
Baicui Community, Room 402.

Lin Chunhua sat on the sofa, smoking a cigarette, and there was a bottle of wine, a plate of peanuts and pig's head meat on the table.

Lin Chunhua ate some vegetables from time to time, and then took a sip of wine.

Lin Chunhua has no other hobbies, but likes to drink a little wine and smoke a cigarette.

"Dong dong..." There was a knock on the door.

"Who is it?"

No one answered, another knock on the door.

Lin Chunhua took a sip of wine, walked to the door and looked out through the peephole.

There was a man standing outside. Although Lin Chunhua had only met him once, he was deeply impressed. He opened the door with trembling hands.

"Crackling..." The door opened, and Lin Chunhua forced a smile, "Officer Wang, why are you here again?"

It was Wang Xiao who stood at the door, and there were more police officers hidden on both sides of the wall, and Han Bin also rushed there.

"Lin Chunhua, we would like to ask you to make a supplementary transcript."

"Officer Wang, I made it clear last time, I don't know anything else."

Han Bin said, "Don't be nervous, I just want to ask you a few questions."

Wang Xiao introduced, "This is our Captain Han, who is also the person in charge of the case of Xiao Bingtian's murder."

"Hello Captain Han." Lin Chunhua hurriedly shook hands with Han Bin.

Han Bin looked at the other party, "Mr. Lin, I'm sorry to bother you, do you want to go back to the police station with us to make a record, or do the record here."

"I..." Lin Chunhua hesitated, glanced into the living room, and when he was about to say something, Han Bin walked in directly.

"Let's hurry up and take notes, and we will ask other people later."

Hearing Han Bin's words, Lin Chunhua breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, just ask at my house."

Han Bin walked around the living room, "Mr. Lin, can you pour me a glass of water?"

"Okay." Lin Chunhua turned and went to the restaurant.

Han Bin stared at the other person's walking posture to check.

When Lin Chunhua returned to the living room, he was holding a plate with several glasses of water in his hand.

Seeing that there were wine bottles and dinner plates on the coffee table, Lin Chunhua was a little embarrassed, "I have nothing to do today, so I just had a few drinks."

Lin Chunhua picked up the wine bottle and appetizers and went to the kitchen.

Han Bin still stared at him.

A person's walking posture can affect the person's footprints, and Han Bin can also judge whether the opponent's footprints match those at the crime scene through the walking posture.

After some comparisons, Han Bin was [-]% to [-]% sure.

After Lin Chunhua cleaned up, he sat down on the sofa again, "Captain Han, you can ask."

Han Bin nodded and straight to the point, "Lin Chunhua, where were you between 1pm and 31pm on January [-]st? What did you do?"

Lin Chunhua glanced at Wang Xiao next to him, "I told Police Officer Wang when he took notes last time."

"Then say it again."

"I was in charge of installing broadband at a telecommunications company. It was not busy that day, and I didn't have much get off work. I got off work at about five o'clock, and then I went home."

"You live in the same building as Xiao Bingtian, and you live upstairs from his house, which means you have to pass by his house when you go home."

"Yes."

"At that time, was there anything unusual in his house?"

"No, I have no impression."

"Was the door of Xiao Bingtian's house closed at that time?"

"probably."

"I want an accurate answer?"

"I don't know much about this, I really don't remember."

"I'll ask you again, have you been to Xiao Bingtian's house on the afternoon of January 1?"

"Although we are neighbors, I don't know him well and have never been there."

"When we were investigating the scene, we found a group of bloody footprints at Xiao Bingtian's house, which were left by a man wearing leather shoes." Han Bin took out a few photos of the shoe prints collected, "Mr. Lin, do you recognize the footprints?" Do you recognize these footprints?"

The corner of Lin Chunhua's mouth twitched. Under Han Bin's gaze, he went over to check it honestly, and retracted his neck after only one glance, "I can't recognize this bloody one."

"Do you usually wear leather shoes?"

Lin Chunhua thought for a while, "Occasionally."

"Our police have a science called footprint identification. It is easy to understand that it is to identify the characteristics of the murderer through the footprints. This group of bloody footprints may not be visible to you, but it is a very important clue to the police. Han Bin pointed to the bloody footprints and said, "Through this set of footprints, we can deduce the general characteristics of the footprint owner."

Male, about 40 years old, thin build, about 1.7 meters tall, walks a bit out of character. "

Lin Chunhua's face became more and more ugly, "Captain Han, you don't doubt me, do you?"

"It's not just you, I doubt anyone who fits these characteristics."

"Aren't these characteristics very common? Our Qindao can find [-] without [-]."

Han Bin raised his eyebrows, "You're right. There are indeed many people with this condition in Qindao, but not many people meet this requirement in Baicui Community or this building."

Lin Chunhua showed a bit of bitterness, "Well, you are still doubting me, the clearer clears himself, I have never done anything."

"Mr. Lin, you won the opportunity yourself, and you will be held accountable for deceiving the police."

Lin Chunhua said firmly, "Captain Han, these shoe prints are really not mine."

"You didn't take the 8 yuan?"

"What 8 yuan, I have no idea what you are talking about?"

"Okay, since you have a clear conscience, let us search your home."

"That won't work. My wife has a cleanliness freak. If she knows that someone has turned over her house, she won't fight with me."

Han Bin took out a document from his bag and patted it on the table, "This is a search warrant. If your wife has any objections, you can ask her to go to the police station to find me."

"This..." Lin Chunhua's voice trembled.

Han Bin waved, "Start searching."

Afterwards, Wang Xiao led many team members to search, while Han Bin sat on the sofa to rest.

After seeing Lin Chunhua's walking posture, Han Bin can basically be sure that the bloody footprints at the scene of the crime must have been left by him.

The policemen searched separately, and Lin Chunhua was a little flustered at first, "Comrade policeman, don't rummage around."

"That's my wife's wardrobe, and it still has underwear in it."

"Hey, that's my child's..."

Lin Chunhua followed the policeman around a few times, but he couldn't do anything to stop him, so he sat back on the sofa.

After a while, the team members had almost searched and reported to Han Bin one after another.

"Team Han, no suspicious items were found in the kitchen."

"The toilet was not found either."

"There are no suspicious items in the master bedroom."

"I didn't find anything in the living room..."

Lin Chunhua was sitting on the side. He could also hear the reports from the team members, and secretly heaved a sigh of relief, "Captain Han, I've already said that, these bloody footprints are really not mine."

"Lin Chunhua, stand up."

"Ah... what's wrong?"

Han Bin pointed to Zhao Ming, "Search the sofa where he is sitting."

"Yes." Zhao Ming responded, walked to Lin Chunhua's side, and signaled him to get out of the way.

Lin Chunhua stood up reluctantly, "A comrade policeman has searched just now, and there is nothing under my sofa."

"Get out of the way." Zhao Ming said.

Two police officers helped Lin Chunhua aside.

Zhao Ming pushed the sofa away. There was indeed nothing under the sofa, but out of trust in Han Bin, Zhao Ming searched carefully and found a trace of mending behind the sofa.

The patch was not very strong, so Zhao Ming tore open a hole and looked inside, "Team Han, there is a backpack hidden in the sofa."

(End of this chapter)