Attending ex-girlfriend's wedding, arresting the groom's officer on the spot

Zhang Hui stopped a waiter who was passing by with drinks and asked, "Have you seen this person?" He took out the imitation portrait of Bald Qiang again.

The waiter took a quick look and his expression instantly became a little unnatural: "No... I haven't seen it." He was about to leave, but was grabbed by Zhang Hui: "Tell the truth, don't cause trouble for yourself."

The waiter looked around nervously and said in a low voice, "This guy used to come here a while ago, sitting in the booth in the corner. He would order a bottle of beer every time and would sit there for several hours without talking to anyone. But I haven't seen him in the past three days."

"Who has he been in contact with?" Wang Shuai asked.

The waiter hesitated for a moment before saying, "I saw him arguing with a man in a black jacket once. The voices were quite loud. They seemed to be saying things like 'breaking the rules' and 'I don't want to live anymore'. I didn't hear the details. Later, the man in the black jacket left angrily, and Bald Qiang sat for a while before leaving as well."

"When did they quarrel?" Lu Chuan asked.

"About a week ago. Oh, by the way," the waiter seemed to remember something, "Bald Qiang always wears a black mask when he comes. Only once when I was cleaning the table did I see him take off his mask and drink beer. He is indeed bald, and he walks with a slight limp on his left leg."

At this time, Zhang Hui walked to the bar and showed his ID to the bartender: "Check the consumption records of this Bald Qiang." The bartender reluctantly opened the computer, searched for a while and said: "He doesn't have many consumption records. He just wrote down a table number and only ordered a bottle of the cheapest beer every time. But..." The bartender paused, "He was drunk once and mumbled something about 'Pier 17' and 'something wrong with the goods'. I didn't pay much attention to it at the time."

Lu Chuan and Zhang Hui looked at each other. Pier 17 was exactly where Li Jianfeng was found to appear frequently in the previous investigation. They also asked other waiters and regular customers in the bar, but unfortunately they did not get any more results.

After leaving the bar, Lu Chuan immediately called a meeting with his team members: "It is now basically certain that Guang Tou Qiang is closely related to Li Jianfeng's death. He appeared in the West Bar, mentioned Pier 17, and had a conflict with someone. In addition, the surveillance showed that after Li Jianfeng's death, two suspicious vehicles went in the direction of Pier 17. Next, we will focus on checking the surveillance around the pier to find Guang Tou Qiang's traces, and investigate the two suspicious vehicles at the same time!"

Late at night on the third day, in front of the blue light screen at the Traffic Command Center of the Haizhou Public Security Bureau, Wang Shuai's pupils shrank slightly as the surveillance images switched. His index finger repeatedly rubbed the crescent-shaped scratch on the left rear of the silver-gray SUV body - three days ago, it was this feature that allowed the technical department to accurately select it from the massive surveillance among more than 2000 similar models. The vehicle registration information showed that the owner was Song Baofeng, whose address was located in the high-end community "Bishui Garden" in the south of the city, and his occupation was the legal person of Baofeng Decoration Company.

"Notify the local police station and gather in five minutes." Wang Shuai grabbed the jacket on the back of the chair, and the metal key chain made a crisp sound between his fingers. At five in the morning, the streets were still immersed in the morning mist. Three police cars drove into the community silently, startling the wild cats in the green belt. Song Baofeng's home is in Unit 12, Building 2. Wang Shuai stood outside the security door. With the help of the corridor sensor light, he could see the "Do Not Disturb" sign next to the doorplate. He raised his hand and knocked heavily on the door. "Who is it!" There was a sound of slippers being kicked over from inside the door, and a dim light came through the gap in the security door. Wang Shuai showed his ID again, and the metal plate glowed coldly under the flashlight of his mobile phone: "Mr. Song Baofeng, the Criminal Investigation Detachment is investigating a case. Please cooperate with the investigation." The breathing sound in the crack of the door suddenly stopped. Ten seconds later, the security door slowly opened. The man in cartoon pajamas rubbed his eyes, and there was fluff on the back of his neck from the pillow.

The TV in the living room was replaying last night's football game. Beer cans were piled up into a crooked tower, and cigarette butts were overflowing from the ashtray. Song Baofeng was busy packing up the snack bags, and the sound of plastic friction was particularly harsh in the silence: "Comrade police, I, I just stayed up late to watch the game, I didn't do anything wrong." He pulled at the loose collar of his pajamas, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down unnaturally.

Wang Shuai walked straight to the window, and the street light leaking in through the gap in the curtains cast his shadow on the coffee table: "At 3:24 on March 19, your silver-gray SUV with license plate number Su G00 entered the Binhai Lane self-built housing area and left at 12345:22 -" He suddenly turned around, his eyes were sharp, "This time period is exactly when the murder victim Li Jianfeng was killed."

Song Baofeng's knee hit the corner of the coffee table, and the knocked-over beer can rolled out a long stain on the floor: "The car, the car is not mine!" He rushed over and grabbed Wang Shuai's arm, but was quickly pulled away by the police. "Calm down! Tell me clearly who you lent it to." Wang Shuai took out a pen, and the notebook had already turned to a new page in the police car.

"Liu Jun!" Song Baofeng slumped on the sofa, unbuttoning his pajamas. "We grew up together wearing open-crotch pants. He called at five o'clock that afternoon and said he was going to the outskirts of the city to pick up decoration materials. I thought we were brothers." He suddenly choked up and covered his face, tears seeping through his fingers. "How could I know he would drive his car to a place like that!"

According to Song Baofeng's recollection, Liu Jun drove a broken electric car to the company's building on the day he borrowed the car, and smiled with his back teeth showing: "Fengzi, help! I received a large order for tooling, and I have to go to get the materials overnight." He patted Song Baofeng on the shoulder, and a half-worn replica Rolex watch was exposed at his cuffs. When Song Baofeng hesitated, Liu Jun had already reached out for the car keys: "Don't worry, I promise to return it before 10 o'clock in the evening!"

However, at 7 o'clock that night, when Song Baofeng called Liu Jun for the th time, noisy music came from the receiver: "There's a traffic jam! I'll return it to you on time at o'clock tomorrow morning!" The next morning, when Liu Jun drove up, he looked thinner and had dark circles under his eyes as if he had been beaten. Song Baofeng checked the car and found a fresh scratch on the front bumper, but Liu Jun didn't care: "The community flower bed is too low, I accidentally scratched it." He took out a pack of soft Zhonghua cigarettes from his pocket and stuffed it into Song Baofeng's pocket.

"When was the last time you met?" Wang Shuai's pen tip was suspended on the paper. Song Baofeng stared at the condensed water on the beer can and suddenly trembled all over: "Yesterday at noon, he asked me to eat at a food stall and said he was going to the south to develop his career." He suddenly rushed to the coffee table, took out his mobile phone and clicked on the transfer record, "Look! He transferred 20,000 yuan to me, saying that it was for the depreciation of the car!"

Wang Shuai immediately arranged three groups of police: one group retrieved the communication records between Song Baofeng and Liu Jun, one group went to Baofeng Decoration Company to verify the borrowing of the car, and he led the team directly to Liu Jun's registered household registration address. The corridor of the old residential building was full of honeycomb coal. The iron door of Liu Jun's house was hung with a rusty copper lock, and a newspaper from the day before was stuffed in the crack of the door. Neighbor Aunt Wang poked her head out: "Xiaojun? He hasn't come back yet. He must be playing games in the Internet cafe. This kid likes to stay in the Internet cafe every day..." (End of this chapter)