Chapter 1167

Zhang Bin's high school grades were not ideal, but after all, he was admitted to a private vocational school near Jingbei.

Before school started, he considered that commuting every day might be too hard, so he rented a student room next to the school. What he rented was a floor specifically divided for students, a small illegal construction added with wooden boards on the top of the old apartment on the sixth floor. There were six rooms in total, sharing a bathroom and a small kitchen, and there was a small balcony left on the roof outside to dry clothes.

The tenant in the room downstairs would come back from time to time, and after coming back, it was inevitably a battle of fire and water, noisy enough that Zhang Bin had to watch more than a dozen small videos to fall asleep.

After living for a long time, Zhang Bin even became a bit desensitized. At night, putting on headphones was just doing... part-time jobs on the Internet.

He mainly sold various accounts, early on were various QQ numbers, later were various game accounts and mobile phone numbers, occasionally taking some substitute playing businesses, but they were all contracted to downstream familiar studios to do.

Zhang Bin himself felt quite comfortable, replying to messages and finding resources all day long, and could get tens of thousands of yuan, much stronger than the things taught in school.

The only thing that made Zhang Bin feel unconfident was the gaze in reality. But Zhang Bin was not in a hurry. After earning a little more money, he would buy a car or something, and by then, naturally, someone would look at him highly.

Holding this mood, Zhang Bin became more and more active in making accounts. He was willing to earn small money that others were unwilling to earn, and he dared to do gray industries that others dared not do. His fame grew day by day, and the resources in his hands accumulated more and more.

This day, Zhang Bin stayed up all night again, walked downstairs, prepared to eat breakfast, and then went back to sleep.

Downstairs, he happened to bump into a young lady carrying high heels.

The young lady had bright eyes and white teeth, wore a sportswear, smiled at Zhang Bin, put her hand on her lips, signaled a "shh" to be quiet, and then smiled at Zhang Bin again.

Zhang Bin's little heart was pounding.

The two walked side by side for a while, and the young lady whispered: "Sorry, did I disturb you yesterday?"

"I... wore headphones at night." Zhang Bin said.

The young lady didn't know what she thought of, lowered her head slightly.

Zhang Bin reacted quickly and said busily: "I work at home."

"Aren't you a student?" The young lady had asked the landlord before renting the room.

Zhang Bin nodded and said proudly: "I'm still in college, but I've already started a business."

"A one-man business?" The young lady was amused.

"Many jobs now can be completed independently on the Internet by one person." Zhang Bin was most proud of his work now, and said endlessly: "Don't look at me as only one person, but the things I do, you might not be able to do even if you find dozens of people..."

"Don't rush, don't rush, I believe you." The young lady comforted him busily. She understood a man's face.

Zhang Bin saw it and said indignantly: "I am in the development stage now, wait a few more months, when I free up my hands, I will show you my strength by then..."

"What strength?" The young lady was curious.

Just when Zhang Bin didn't know how to continue, a slightly smoky male voice came from the dark alley entrance: "Zhang Bin?"

"It's me." Zhang Bin looked over naturally.

Behind him, a black shadow leaped three meters from the low wall, and the whole person pounced on Zhang Bin's back.

Zhang Bin was thin and small, only about a hundred pounds, and at that time, he was like a fat golden retriever, just whimpering, and was knocked to the ground.

"Police!"

"Police, don't move!"

More black shadows rushed out from the dark alley, some empty-handed, some with shields and throwing sticks, and some with guns on the side.

The young lady downstairs was pulled to the side by someone, and a policewoman looked at her and said: "Don't move around."

The young lady nodded blankly, and then looked at the vast number of police officers, handcuffed Zhang Bin, and escorted him into the car at the alley entrance. Her head was also stuffy, her little heart in the sportswear was pounding, and she couldn't help thinking: Was what he said true? He should really have strength!

Half an hour later.

Zhang Bin's computer, books, and other items in the room were all packed cleanly, and the remaining garbage was left inside, the lock was changed, and the seal was put on.

Liu Jinghui and others saw the account books and other records of Zhang Bin for the first time.

Without him arranging, the contact person of the technical investigation had already monitored the mobile phone number bought by Ren Kuangshan during the same period and synchronized the data to the command center.

"Ren Kuangshan is in Manzhouli!"

When Song Tiancheng in the command center saw this result, his whole person turned red.

"Let him out of the encirclement?" Song Tiancheng could no longer care about the elegance from the ministries, slapped the lighter on the table, smoked two cigarettes fiercely, and then recovered his strength to think.

The huge special task force, organized more than a dozen teams, not to mention various called support units, Jiang Yuan's group chasing him behind his butt, and Ge Zhibing's group blocking the door in the northeast, were all famous criminal investigation teams. If he still lost the person like this, it would really be difficult for him to return to Jiangdong.

The secretary understood the leader's thoughts very well and whispered: "Ren Kuangshan hasn't gone out yet, we have already located him now, we can notify the Manzhouli side first, and then tighten the port..."

"Can." Song Tiancheng nodded immediately.

"Do you want to arrest immediately? Or arrest after sending people over?" The secretary asked this very carefully.

Generally speaking, suspects of small cases in other places are notified to the local police, asking them to help with the arrest. Those with slightly higher importance will send people to the local area and then ask the local police to assist in the arrest.

The importance of the academician murder case need not be said. Theoretically, it should be to get a plane of people over, and while doing it personally, asking the local police to cooperate is the best.

The risk point here is, will Ren Kuangshan, who is located according to the mobile phone signal, lose his mobile phone again in the next period of time?

It is said that there is no need, but who can say for sure, even if he turns off the mobile phone, he will lose the location. Although the difficulty of finding someone in a city is greatly reduced, risk is risk. Especially in this border area, it is hard to say what way he is prepared to cross the border. If he is really stuck in these few hours, Song Tiancheng will vomit blood.

"I'll make two calls. You check if we have anyone nearby." Song Tiancheng said while picking up the phone.

At this time, a white-shirted person responsible for scheduling in the command center coughed twice and said: "Jiang Yuan's group sent a team to Inner Mongolia, just in Manzhouli."

"Jiang Yuan's group? Why did they send it there?"

"Don't know, maybe because it's on the border of Mongolia and Russia?"

Song Tiancheng interrupted the discussion in the command center. He couldn't care about the reason now, and immediately said: "Call Jiang Yuan, and call the police officer leading the team, I will tell him personally!"