CHAPTER 1254: CHAPTER 1181: ISN’T THIS A COINCIDENCE?

Zhang Bin’s high school grades were not great, but they still allowed him to get into a private vocational college near Jingbei.

Before school started, he considered that commuting daily might be too exhausting, so he rented a student room near the school. He rented a floor specifically divided for students, which was an illegal construction on the old apartment’s sixth-floor roof. It had six rooms that shared a bathroom and a small kitchen, and outside, the rooftop had a small balcony to dry clothes.

The tenants in the room downstairs would return every now and then, and when they did, there would be chaos and noise, so loud that Zhang Bin needed to watch over a dozen short videos to fall asleep.

Having lived there for a while, Zhang Bin even became somewhat desensitized. In the evenings, he just put on headphones and got to work ... those internet side jobs.

He mainly focused on selling various accounts. Initially, it was all kinds of QQ accounts, then it evolved into various game accounts and phone numbers. Occasionally, he would also take on some boosting services, but he would contract these out to downstream studios he knew well.

Zhang Bin felt pretty comfortable, responding to messages and finding resources all day, making tens of thousands of yuan, a lot better than what they taught at school.

The only thing that made Zhang Bin feel insecure was the judgment from the real world. But Zhang Bin wasn’t anxious; once he earned a little more money, he’d buy a car or something. By then, people would naturally look at him with more respect.

Fueled by this mindset, Zhang Bin became increasingly active in account creation. He was willing to earn small amounts that others would not bother with, and brave enough to deal with grey markets others dared not touch. His reputation grew each day, and his resources accumulated more and more.

That day, Zhang Bin stayed up all night again, went downstairs to get breakfast, and then planned to go back and sleep.

When he reached downstairs, he happened to encounter a young lady wearing high heels who was leaving.

The young lady had bright eyes and a radiant smile, wearing a tracksuit. She laughed at Zhang Bin, then put her hand on her lips, signaling with a "shhh", and smiled at Zhang Bin again.

Zhang Bin’s heart pounded.

The two walked together for a distance, and the young lady softly said, "Sorry about yesterday. I hope it didn’t bother you?"

"I... had my headphones on at night," Zhang Bin replied.

The young lady seemed to think of something and lowered her head slightly.

Zhang Bin quickly reacted and hurriedly said, "I work from home."

"Aren’t you a student?" She had asked the landlord before renting.

Zhang Bin nodded proudly and said, "I’m still in university, but I’ve already started my own business."

"A one-person business?" The young lady chuckled.

"Many jobs nowadays can be completed independently online," Zhang Bin said, feeling very pleased with his work. "Don’t think I’m just alone; what I do probably can’t be accomplished even with dozens of people..."

"No rush, I believe you." The young lady hurriedly comforted him. She understood a man’s pride.

Zhang Bin noticed and said indignantly, "I’m in a growth phase now. Give me a few more months, and then I’ll show you my capabilities..."

"What kind of capabilities?" The young lady was curious.

Zhang Bin was about to continue when a voice with a hint of smoker’s tone came from the gloomy alley corner, "Zhang Bin?"

"That’s me." Zhang Bin naturally looked over.

Behind him, a dark figure jumped over a short wall, leaping three meters, and landed on Zhang Bin’s back.

Thin and small, Zhang Bin seemed to weigh only 100 pounds at best. At that moment, like a sturdy golden retriever, he let out a whimper and was knocked to the ground.

"Police!"

"Police, don’t move!"

More dark figures rushed out of the shadowy alley, some barehanded, some with shields and batons, and others with guns at their sides.

The young lady downstairs was pulled to the side. A policewoman looked at her, saying, "Don’t move."

The young lady nodded dumbly, watching as a large number of policemen cuffed Zhang Bin and escorted him into a car parked at the alley entrance. Her heart was pounding inside her tracksuit, and she couldn’t help but wonder: was he telling the truth? He must really have some skills!

...

Half an hour later.

All the items like computers and books in Zhang Bin’s room were packed away, leaving the garbage behind, and a new lock with a seal was installed.

Liu Jinghui and the others immediately examined Zhang Bin’s ledger and related records.

Without any need for his arrangement, the Technical Investigation contact had already monitored the phone numbers Ren Kuangshan purchased simultaneously and synchronized the data to the command center.

"Ren Kuangshan is in Manzhouli!"

When Song Tiancheng in the command center saw this result, he became flustered and angry.

"Did he get out of the encirclement?" Song Tiancheng could no longer maintain the poise of an agency leader. He slammed the phone on the table, smoked two cigarettes in quick succession before calming down to think.

The huge task force organized a dozen teams, with various supporting units not mentioned here. When chased by Jiang Yuan’s group from behind, and then blocked by Ge Zhibing’s group in the Northeast, both renowned criminal investigation teams. If they still lost him like this, he’d truly find it hard to return to Jiangdong.

The secretary understood the leader’s thoughts well and softly said, "Ren Kuangshan hasn’t left yet. We have located him now. We can preliminarily inform the Manzhouli side and tighten the borders..."

"Yes." Song Tiancheng nodded immediately.

"Should we arrest immediately or wait until sending someone over to do it?" The secretary’s question was tactful.

Generally, for small cases involving suspects outside the area, the local police are notified to assist with the arrest. For those of slightly more significance, people are sent to the location, and then local police are asked to help with the arrest.

The significance of the academician murder case is undisputed. Technically, it calls for sending a plane full of people over, taking charge while asking local authorities for cooperation.

The risk involved here is whether Ren Kuangshan, based on his phone signal location, will lose his phone once more in the time ahead?

It shouldn’t be necessary, but who can say for sure? Even if he turns off his phone, the location will be lost. While finding someone in a city becomes much easier, a risk is a risk. Especially in these border areas, it’s uncertain how he plans to cross over. If caught within these critical hours, even Song Chengdu will feel devastated.

"I’ll make two phone calls. You guys check if we have anyone nearby." Song Tiancheng said as he picked up the phone.

Then a person in charge of scheduling at the command center wearing a white shirt coughed several times and said, "Jiang Yuan’s group dispatched a team to Inner Mongolia, currently in Manzhouli."

"Jiang Yuan’s group? Why were they sent there?"

"I’m not sure; maybe because of the Mongolian-Russian border?"

Song Tiancheng interrupted the discussion in the command center. He didn’t care about the reasons anymore and immediately said, "Contact Jiang Yuan and the lead officers by phone. I’ll talk to them personally!"