"Wang Bingsong, from Sanhe City, Jiangbei Province. He's currently living in Binjiang City. When he was young, he started from collecting scrap. Later, he turned to the steel business. He had a mold factory, a steel processing plant, and a steel sales business. His net worth exceeded two billion. As a well-known local wealthy businessman, he often donated money, and there were many reports about him in the news. You should have heard of it."
Zhang Zhaohui recalled that there was such a person. Not long ago, the local evening newspaper had even published a long story about his inspirational story of starting from scratch. That newspaper might still be lying in the pile of discarded newspapers in his office.
"I remember that he's very old.”
"Yes, I'm seventy-three years old this year. When he was 60 years old, he handed over all the business to his son to manage. Since then, he had been living an artsy life. His ink painting was very good. A few years ago, he was accepted as a member of the city's Calligraphy Association. Apart from that, he also liked collecting antiques, and he had already spent hundreds of millions of yuan on this. I contacted his family. His wife said that he withdrew 30 million from his personal bank account a few days ago and said that he wanted to sell some pot. Of course, he did say his name at that time, but his wife could not remember. His wife also recalled that he looked mysterious and repeatedly told her to keep it a secret because the goods were not from the right source.”
"Have you checked the exact time of death?”
"The forensic doctor's preliminary autopsy results showed that it was between 4:00 p. m. and 8:00 p. m. on the 23rd.”
"Number 23. Wasn't that three days ago? Was there any missing persons report before?”
Following that, Zhang Zhaohui, accompanied by Feng Dahai, inspected the scene of death. Wang Bingsong collapsed next to a tea table in a small cubicle on the second floor. Due to the high temperature recently, the corpse had already rotted severely. Zhang Zhaohui put on his white gloves and carefully examined the short knife stabbed into Wang Bingsong's back. It was a folding fruit knife that was about ten centimeters long. It had a metal wooden handle embedded in it. The back of the knife was relatively thick, and the blade had traces of new grinding.
"This saber is quite old! It looked like it was from the early nineties.”
"That's right. I still have one at home.”Feng Dahai said," The quality of the things in the past was always good. The handle of the fruit knife now was made of plastic. The blade was too thin, and it would probably break before it pierced through the clothes.”
"Looks like the murderer came prepared. Did you find any fingerprints?" Zhang Zhaohui asked out of habit. If this case and the agate pot were done by the same person, the possibility of leaving fingerprints was almost zero.
As expected, Feng Dahai shook his head. "Not to mention fingerprints, there's not even a shoe print. The murderer was wearing soft shoes without any pattern. It was very professional.”
Zhang Zhaohui walked around Wang Bingsong's body twice and suddenly thought of something. "I remember this shop belongs to Chen Jiude.”
Chen Jiude was also a prominent figure in Binjiang City. He was famous for running tea houses and restaurants. Many years ago, Zhang Zhaohui had helped him deal with the hooligans who collected protection fees. He had invited Zhang Zhaohui to this Hanjiang First Grade Tea for tea a few times, so Zhang Zhaohui was very sure that this was his shop.
"It used to be, but now, it's his.”Feng Dahai pointed at Wang Bingsong on the ground. "I was just about to tell you. The person who reported the case was the store manager, Zhang Bo. He said that Chen Jiude had transferred the store to Wang Bingsong at a low price half a month ago. Wang Bingsong had informed him two days before the 23rd that he would be closed on the 23rd.”
"Are you saying that it was Woof who informed us in advance?”
"Yes, I am. Wang Bingsong must have arranged to meet the prisoner here on the 23rd. He made an appointment to withdraw 30 million in cash from the bank. We've already checked with the bank, but we didn't find the money at the scene. I'm afraid they've already been taken away by the criminals."
Zhang Zhaohui rubbed his chin. "With such a large sum of money to meet the prisoners alone, they must be very familiar with each other.”
Feng Dahai had already noticed this. "The criminal was able to kill Wang Bingsong with one stab, and Wang Bingsong did not show any signs of struggling. This also means that he killed Wang Bingsong when he was unprepared. There's a high possibility that an acquaintance committed the crime."
"It seems that we have to investigate Wang Bingsong's social connections carefully.”
Zhang Zhaohui thought for a while. "Old Feng, the provincial team will take this case. However, your city team has to contribute as well. My men are all focused on the agate pot case. I'll have to trouble you to do the basic investigation and evidence collection work. You must do it carefully and report any findings to me.”
"I understand. Don't worry about me." Feng Dahai was actually reluctant to be involved in the agate pot case, but Zhang Zhaohui was still a provincial leader. Since he had asked, he could not refuse.
"Also, contact Chen Jiude as soon as possible. I want to know more about the situation from him.”Zhang Zhaohui vaguely remembered that Chen Jiude also liked to sell antiques. Could this case be related to him?
Feng Dahai acknowledged and called his men to assign tasks. Zhang Zhaohui was about to leave, but when he reached the door, he specially came back and instructed," Oh right, you must keep your mouth shut about this case. You must not reveal that it has anything to do with the Agate Pot Case.”
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