D F T F Chapter 224: Identity.

"How can a beggar wear such expensive underwear?" Zhao Ming asked in confusion.

"Maybe the deceased is not a real beggar, but was deliberately dressed as a beggar to hide his true identity," Sun Xiao Peng guessed.

"I still think the posture of the deceased is a bit strange," Han Bin pointed to the position of the corpse and walked in the direction he extended his hand.

The arm of the deceased was not parallel to the road but at an angle. After walking for more than ten meters, he reached a slope next to the wall. The slope was padded with earth. There were two cars parked on the slope, a Volkswagen and a Hyundai, there was some distance between the two cars.

The direction of the finger of the deceased showed roughly the space between the two cars. Han Bin searched around the two cars and found some people's shoe prints. Among them was a pair of shoeprint patterns, which match the shoes worn by the deceased. After careful observation, not only were the shoes the same, but the wear marks were also quite consistent.

"What did you find?" Zheng Kaixuan asked.

"The deceased should have been here. His shoe prints are left here by the deceased," Han Bin said.

Zheng Kaixuan carefully observed: “This sneaker only has one left shoe print, which should be left before the deceased was injured, but how did the deceased get here?”

Li Hui pointed to the distance between the two cars and said: "Look, there is still room for another car between this Volkswagen and this Hyundai. Could there be a car here before, and the deceased came down of this car."

"No, judging by the distance between the two cars, the starting point of the shoe print is in the middle of the car place, but it's not like getting out of the car; if he was getting out of the car, the footprint should be left or right of the car," Zheng Kaixuan said.

"Captain Zheng, another shoe print on the left front is also left by the deceased," Han Bin pointed to the ground and said.

"No, the texture of this shoe print is different," Li Hui said.

"It looks like a pair of leather shoes," Zheng Kaixuan touched his chin.

"Captain Zheng is correct. It is indeed a shoe print left by a pair of leather shoes. However, the shoe print marks and the worn parts are exactly the same, which means that it’s a shoe print left by the same person. He was wearing different shoes," Han Bin explained.

"The leather shoe prints are on the left front, and the sneaker prints are on the back, and there is a meeting point between them..." Zheng Kaixuan mumbled and thought for a moment:

"Let's restore the scene; if the Volkswagen car on the left is the car that belongs to the deceased, and I am the deceased."

After Zheng Kaixuan finished speaking, he observed the footprints again, then walked to the door of the Volkswagen, pretended to open the door, got out of the car, and headed to the trunk of the car, opened the trunk, and took out a pair of shoes, then changed shoes, then closed the trunk and left the car.

"Pap Pap." Han Bin applauded: "As expected from an old detective, this set of actions is quite consistent with the footprints on the ground."

"That is to say, the deceased came by car, then walked from the car to the trunk he came with a pair of shoes, and after he finished his work, he was stabbed on the way back to the car. So before he died, he had crawled in that direction just to get back in his car," Li Hui analyzed the situation.

"Before; I couldn't understand what he meant when I saw his right hand stretched forward and his palm in a half-grip state. Now it seems like it should be the key to start the investigation," Han Bin said.

"Where did the car driven by the suspect go?" Zhao Ming asked.

"Tsk tsk, beggars can still afford a car these days, that's enough," Li Hui snapped with his mouth.

"Captain Zheng, you know the situation. Would you like to arrange the missions?" Han Bin suggested.

Zheng Kaixuan lifted his chin and said: "You can fix them."

Han Bin nodded and ordered: "Li Hui, Sun Xiao Peng, please visit the surrounding people to see if there are any witnesses or anyone who saw the suspicious vehicle. Zhao Ming and Tian Li, you both collect recordings from surrounding surveillance cameras."

"At your command, Team Leader."

After the four separated, Han Bin called another policeman to find the owners of Volkswagen and Hyundai cars parked on the slope.

"Dear Bin, what do you think of this case?" Zheng Kaixuan asked.

"I think the vendetta is more likely," Han Bin said.

“Why do you say that?”

"Wounds for flight self-defense are usually on the front, palm, arm, forearm, and chest, but these parts of the deceased were uninjured," Han Bin recalled for a moment before continuing: “The wounds of the deceased are all on the back, and are mortal, as if the killer stabbed the victim to death with blows, then ransacked his possessions, creating the illusion of theft.”

"If the victim really came by car. What about his car? Was it also stolen by the suspect? Did it leave?" Said Zheng Kaixuan.

"There are fewer and fewer people stealing cars nowadays, but it is not easy to resell the stolen goods when they get them, but it is not excluded that there are special channels," Han Bin said.

"If the suspect's goal is to steal a car, there is no need to kill someone," Zheng Kaixuan asked rhetorically.

Han Bin thought for a moment, then shook his head and said: "There is too little evidence, we must first find out the identity of the suspect, and then proceed to the next stage of the investigation."

Zheng Kaixuan reached out and patted Han Bin's shoulder: "You are looking here. Now I will report the situation to Supreme Director Dai."

"Yes, Captain."

Han Bin replied, the impact of the murder on the street was very serious, not to mention the Qingdao third criminal investigation team, even the city bureau would pay attention to this case, because when the investigation of the branch will not progress, the city office may also intervene in the investigation.

"Team Leader," At this time, Sun Xiao Peng and Li Hui arrived, followed by a man in his thirties.

"Dear Bin, when we visited the surrounding people, we found the owner of the Hyundai car," Li Hui said.

"Hello, what is your name?"

Han Bin reached out and shook his hand.

"My name is; Zhou Ya Xing, this white Hyundai is my car, young policeman, I have to go to work, can I drive my car?" The man asked hesitantly.

"Yes, but before that, I want to ask you a few questions," Han Bin said.

“You can ask.”

"When did you park your car here?" Han Bin asked.

Zhou Ya Xing recalled for a moment: “It seems like it was around seven o'clock last night.”

“How many cars were there at that time?”

“Two cars,” Zhou Ya Xing said, pointing to the black Volkswagen: “One is the black one. The Volkswagen, I recognize this car, it often parks here; there was also a black Mercedes-Benz, sandwiched between my car and the Volkswagen.”

Li Hui was surprised on the spot.

"Yes, a Mercedes-Benz E 300, the other cars I don't remember, the Mercedes-Benz I remember very well," Zhou Ya Xing shrugged.

"Yes, it's no wonder people who can afford Wessen Kabul underwear have a solid foundation," Li Hui snapped with his mouth.

"Do you have a driving recorder?" Han Bin asked.

Zhou Ya Xing nodded: "Yes."

"Let's see the video of your parking lot from last night," Han Bin suggested.

"Okay, I'll call it for you."

Han Bin pointed at Sun Xiao Peng and motioned for the other party to follow him to check.

“Dear Bin, this case is getting weirder and weirder. A beggar goes wild and offers himself a Mercedes-Benz. Is it because we are out of the ordinary or the world is too crazy?" Li Hui said emotionally.

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