The Underworld Detective

Ms. Zhang's real name was Zhang Seri, and we went to her place and ended up empty again. Her house was a fairly humble and sour rental house, and I noticed that the garbage bags at the door were also packed with cheaper food, which showed that she was in a bit of a financial strain.

Huang Xiaotao asked: "Does she work in a public welfare institution without a salary? ”

Sun Bingxin said: “If you don't want to live without wages, you don't see the World Health Organization logo hanging there, it should have international subsidies... just not too much. ”

It's already 1: 00 PM, so we went to a fast food restaurant nearby to fix lunch, and we discussed it. Although Zhang Seri's whereabouts are suspicious, I still don't think she's the killer, because we've come to the conclusion before that the killer was mixed up among six suicides and should be a man of the age of three.

Huang Xiaotao asked: “Could she be an accomplice? ”

“An accomplice?” I shrugged, “What's the motive? ”

“Money!” Sun Bing-hearted said, “Though it's not good to speculate, I think she really needs money. ”

I don't mind speculating on other people. Solving a case is thinking about bad things. Now I say, “How do I get this money through murder? ”

When Huang Xiaotao's phone rang, she glanced at the officer and pressed Hands-Free to put it on the table. The second victim Zou Yong's cell phone number was found, so it doesn't make any sense.

Huang Xiaotao said: “Thanks, we didn't find Zhang Seri, we'll go back later. ”

“Don't hang up. Is Counselor Song here?” Ask the police officer.

“I'm here!” I nodded.

“There's a small matter for you. You did the body. Can you issue a death certificate?” As a police officer.

“I'm sorry, I don't have permission. Why do I need this all of a sudden?” I'm a little curious.

The police officer smiled bitterly on the phone, saying that he had just arrived as an 'uninvited guest', an insurance company claimant, who had to obtain a written certificate that the deceased had been murdered or committed suicide, and was still waiting outside.

As soon as I heard this, I stood up excitedly, causing a lot of customers to look at me, and I yelled at the phone: “Are you saying that the deceased had an insurance policy? ”

“Yes!”

“Where's the beneficiary? ”

“The insurance company did not say that it was confidential. ”

I said I would be right back, and then I drove back to the station with Sun Bingxin and Huang Xiaotao. I was sitting on the sofa on the ground floor of the lobby with a skinny man in a suit and a briefcase, and I went to say hello: "Hello, we are in charge of the Mia Ye case. ”

“Oh, hello. Hello!” The man stood up and shook my hand: “I'm Taekwong Life's claimant, my last name is Ding, and this is my business card. ”

Huang Xiaotao said: "Mr. Ding, it's too noisy here, let's talk somewhere else! ”

We came upstairs and found a meeting room. Huang Xiaotao asked Sun Bingxin to make him a cup of tea. After he sat down, Sun Bingxin asked curiously: "Uncle, what exactly are insurance claimants for? Are you in charge of compensation? ”

Ding smiled: “The little girl joked. The claimant is the person who investigates, analyzes and determines the respective responsibilities of the insurance company and the applicant. To be clear, it is up to us to verify and decide how much the insurance company should compensate. ”

Huang Xiaotao nodded: “My father often deals with insurance companies, they are said to be especially cunning, can't pay without compensation, litigation with clients is a family routine, have to be the kind of nailed evidence to pay the waist. ”

Ding smiled and denied, said a bunch of cloud mountain fog cover words, clamped the jargon we didn't understand, and then whatever we asked, he answered like this, and I heard my head about to blow up.

Huang Xiaotao interrupted him: “We don't want to hear about insurance, and we don't intend to buy insurance in the near future, can you just tell us who the insurers and beneficiaries of this policy are? ”

Ding replied with a smile: "Don't make it difficult for me, all these are customer data, we are difficult to divulge... but if it's really suicide, you can reveal it. ”

Huang Xiaotao sneered: “Are you making a deal with us? ”

"No, no, no, no, I dare not! I did it out of good faith. If Mia killed herself, it wouldn't matter who she was involved in. If he killed her, it would be complicated and we wouldn't reveal it for the safety of our customers. ”

Suicide also means that the insurance company doesn't have to pay a dime. This guy is so cunning.

“Thank you very much, but I didn't test the body, Song Yang...” Huang Xiaotao looked at me and squeezed his eyes.

I will not pretend to say, “The victim committed suicide! ”

Ding nodded: “In that case, I want to get the death certificate first. ”

I said, "Tell us first who the insured and the beneficiaries are! ”

Ding said with a bitter smile: "Don't be hard on me, will you? I'll let you know when I get the death certificate. ”

I shook my head: "Tell us first, don't worry, the police will lie. ”

Ding closed his eyes, as if weighing the pros and cons. After a moment of silence, he said: “I can say one first, which one do you want to hear? ”

I thought about it, and I had guessed that the beneficiary might be Zhang Seri, so she had this unusual behavior yesterday and today, and she said, “Insured! ”

Ding opened his briefcase and showed us a copy of his ID card. He showed us only once, afraid that we would write down his ID number. But my eyes were broken, and I glanced, and I immediately closed my eyes and carried the ID numbers down.

And I said, "This guy just bought this insurance? ”

“No...” Ding suddenly awoke and looked like he was wearing a fake mask. "You can issue a death certificate, comrade police officer, I've been here too long. ”

I said, "Okay, hold on! ”

After I left the house, I quickly put the ID number on the back of the document in a text message and sent it to the officer in charge to check it out. We came to the forensic lab, and the death certificate was naturally written by Sun Bing, and she bit and asked me, “Do you really write about suicide? ”

I said, "How is it possible, how is it possible to die, how is it true? ”

Sun Bingxin suddenly realized: “So you're lying to that skinny bamboo pole? ”

I shamelessly said, "Yeah, what's up? ”

Huang Xiaotao suddenly laughed: “This is called healing each other's ways. Cooperating with the police investigation was supposed to be a citizen's duty. This guy dared to bargain with us with intelligence, so he should deal with him! Song Yang, good job. ”

Sun Bingxin laughed: “Ha ha, even Brother Song Yang has learned badly. Are there any good people in the world? ”

She wrote a full page of death certificates detailing the cause of death and information about the deceased, signed by the Department and stamped an official seal with Huang Xiaotao.

I lied about this, so I'll carry the pot. I went to give the death certificate to Ding. He smiled when he took it. When he saw the words on it, his face suddenly froze: “Comrade Officer, you... you lied to me? ”

I showed my advisor ID: "Sorry, I lied to you, but I'm not a cop. ”

“You, you, you! ”

Ding was angry and slammed the door with anger.