Snapped!
Zhou Wensheng raised his hand and slapped Wang Bin on the back of the head.
"You committed suicide to apologize!" Zhou Wensheng covered his chest, which had finally calmed down, and glared at Wang Bin angrily.
"Then what are you doing..." Wang Bin rubbed the numb back of his head.
"What time is it?" Zhou Wensheng picked up the water glass with trembling hands and drank it in one gulp.
"It's past two o'clock." Wang Bin glanced at the clock on the wall and said.
"More than two hours..." Zhou Wensheng muttered to himself while holding the cup.
"What more than two hours?" Wang Bin was confused.
"I tied myself to the cabinet around twelve o'clock." Zhou Wensheng touched his neck with lingering fear and said, "So according to the time of death given by the medical examiner, Liu Peng should have tied himself to the cabinet around twelve o'clock in the middle of the night. Tied to the fence..."
"Twelve o'clock!" Wang Bin jumped up suddenly, interrupted Zhou Wensheng's soliloquy analysis, and said loudly, "If you don't order a takeaway during lunch time after work, you will hang yourself on the filing cabinet! You What on earth is going on in this head! If I come back a little late, just go and report to Marx!"
Wang Bin's almost violent mood stunned Zhou Wensheng.
He raised his head and met Wang Bin's red eyes.
Zhou Wensheng suddenly felt warm in his heart and smiled slightly: "Thank you for saving me."
"Just a little bit, you almost died! Do you know?" Looking at Zhou Wensheng's calm appearance and the smile that still lingered on the corner of his mouth, Wang Bin could no longer control his emotions. Tears rolled in his eyes again and again, and finally fell down.
"I'm fine!" Zhou Wensheng sighed softly, stood up, and pulled Wang Bin to sit down on the sofa, his eyes as calm as water, "Let me ask you, is this experiment dangerous?"
"That goes without saying!" Wang Bin muttered angrily.
"But the experiment is very important and must be done. In order to restore the true state of a person, it cannot be replaced by equipment. So what do you think, should we do this experiment ourselves, or should we leave it to Forensic Wang and the others?"
"Then you can't do such a dangerous thing without a second person at the scene at noon!"
"It won't happen again." Zhou Wensheng smiled and patted Wang Bin on the shoulder.
"Come, let's analyze the conclusion I just paid for with half my life." Zhou Wensheng said with a smile.
"Forensic Doctor Wang and the others concluded that Liu Peng's death occurred between two and four o'clock in the middle of the night." Before Wang Bin could speak again, Zhou Wensheng grabbed the autopsy report on his desk and began to analyze the case.
"My physical fitness is definitely much better than Liu Peng's, so Liu Peng's limit is estimated to be about two hours. So the time he tied himself to the fence should be around 12 to 1 in the middle of the night. So, You can contact the police station in your jurisdiction later and adjust the surveillance from 11pm to the incident in the morning to see if anyone suspicious appears."
"Hasn't it been confirmed that Liu Peng committed suicide? Why are they checking the monitoring system?" Regarding Zhou Wensheng's analysis, Wang Bin had no doubts, but he didn't understand why Zhou Wensheng asked him to check the monitoring system.
"Liu Peng committed suicide, but his eyes were gone." Zhou Wensheng pointed to the photo on the autopsy report and said, "Not only were the eyes gouged out, but two glass balls were also inserted."
Zhou Wensheng's words made Wang Bin feel a little chill on his back.
"Is the person who poached Liu Peng's eyeballs the same person as the one who poached Cai Lingling's eyeballs? Since they dug them out, why did they have to stuff them with glass balls? And why doesn't Cai Lingling have a glass ball?"
"This is not clear yet, so we need to investigate." Faced with Wang Bin's repeated questions, Zhou Wensheng frowned, shook his head slightly, and sighed, "Especially we need to find out who dug out the eyes and who put in the glass." Is it the same person who plays the ball?"
After speaking, Zhou Wensheng patted Wang Bin on the shoulder and looked at Wang Bin seriously.
He knew how much workload his words would bring to his subordinates.
But there is no way, this is the few clues and direction they have so far. Can't help but check.
"Okay, I understand. I'll arrange for someone to check it out later." Wang Bin nodded in agreement.
"Tell me about your investigation this morning." Zhou Wensheng lit a cigarette and leaned on the back of the sofa.
"Okay." Wang Bin nodded and said seriously, "I first went to the bank with my bank card, retrieved the transaction records, and then went straight to the mall."
"Fortunately, there are only two or three brands that Han Weiwei likes, so the amount of investigation is not large. According to the memories of these store clerks, Yan Shaojun and Han Weiwei are their loyal old customers. Almost every time a new model is launched, they will give it to Yan Shaojun and Han Weiwei. Call, but for a while these two people went very frequently, going back almost every week, and buying seven different sets each time."
"This situation lasted for about two months. Suddenly one day, Han Weiwei dragged Yan Shaojun into the store like crazy and asked the clerk to retrieve the surveillance video of the store."
"Surveillance video?" Zhou Wensheng took a puff of cigarette and asked, "Did something get lost?"
"No." Wang Bin shook his head solemnly, "According to the clerk's recollection, Han Weiwei suspected that someone was following her when she was buying clothes."
Tracking, tracking again.
Zhou Wensheng couldn't help but feel his heart sink.
"What's the result?" Zhou Wensheng flicked the ashes from his cigarette with a solemn expression.
"It turned out to be nothing." Wang Bin shrugged.
"Why would Han Weiwei suspect that she was being followed when she was buying clothes?"
"According to the store clerk's recollection, it was Han Weiwei who said that she would always match others' clothes, and she bought the front ones, and the back ones would match others' clothes."
Zhou Wensheng nodded. He knew that Han Weiwei was talking about Zheng Yu wearing the same clothes as her and appearing next to her again.
"But these companies all deny that this may happen." Wang Bin continued.
"Deny?" Zhou Wensheng frowned.
"Yes, the managers of these stores all say that they can only make three pieces of the same style and color at most. In a place as big as Huzhou, the chance of matching clothes is about the same as winning the lottery."
Wang Bin's words made Zhou Wensheng fall into deep thought.
Indeed, the probability of matching clothes in real life is actually not high, because there are so many styles of clothes now. If it is not specially agreed, it is really not an easy task to easily match clothes.
And it’s still a niche customized model that only has three pieces of the same style and color. If you want to match your clothes, it's really no different than winning the lottery.
But it happened that such a small probability event happened to Han Weiwei frequently.
Moreover, the two people wearing matching clothes not only wore the same clothes, but also appeared in the same place with their front and rear feet.
This is so abnormal.
"Did the clerk think of anything unusual?" Zhou Wensheng asked as he slowly took a puff of cigarette.
"No." Wang Bin shook his head slightly and said.
"Did you ask the clerk to identify Zheng Yu's photo?" Zhou Wensheng asked after thinking for a moment.
"They all saw it," Wang Bin nodded and said, "But they all said they had no impression."
"Buzz...buzz..." As soon as Wang Bin finished speaking, the buzzing sound of his mobile phone came from his waist.
Wang Bin glanced at Zhou Wensheng and quickly answered the phone.
"Is this Officer Wang?" A girl's cautious voice came from the receiver.
