Chapter 483

Office of the first group of the second squadron of the municipal criminal investigation team.

"Pa pa..." As soon as Han Bin returned to the office, there was a burst of applause.

Ma Jingbo, the squadron leader, took the lead in clapping.

Han Bin is a little confused.

What's the situation?

Ma Jingbo came over and patted Han Bin on the shoulder, "Han Bin, you have broken several big cases in Yuhua Branch. But as the old saying goes, the hero doesn't mention that he was brave. This is Han Bin, who you cracked in the Municipal Bureau. He smiles. Now that he's in a Japanese restaurant, "I definitely want to eat ramen."

Bao Xing echoed, "me too."

Li Qin said with a smile, "I want a Wudong noodle. I've wanted to try it ever since I saw a gourmet."

Huang Qianqian nodded, "I've seen this too. Uncle, it's really delicious to eat."

After ordering, the people sat together and chatted.

Today, we cracked the case of falling from a building. Everyone was in a good mood and spoke in a relaxed tone.

But then he talked about the murder of old black Mike.

Ma Jingbo while eating beans, said, "taste good, Qianqian, later let them on two plates, this thing than meat also wine."

"Han Bin, how are you going to investigate the case of Mike?"

"Horse team, I'm at your disposal."

Ma Jingbo snorted, "don't be slippery, say it."

Han Bin thought for a moment, "I think there are two main clues to the investigation. The waiter's attitude is good. He has a fight with Haidilao. He takes the initiative to pour a glass of beer with everyone. He smiles at everyone and doesn't show any impatience.

The waiter went out after finishing the dishes. Han Bin said, "don't mention it, everyone. Try it."

"What's coke pie? I have to try it." Ma Jingbo took a piece, bit it and tasted it. "Well, this is shredded potatoes, but it's delicious."

"Captain, there are not only shredded potatoes but also pork, onion, egg and cheese in this cola cake. It's not easy to make."

Han Bin sandwiched an eel, which was sweet. "The taste of the eel is good. Later, you can buy two of them and bake them yourself."

Huang Qianqian took an octopus stew and said with a smile, "I still like this."

"Dong Dong." There was another knock outside.

Then, a graceful beauty came in. It was Wang Ting, the owner of the restaurant.

Han Bin opened his chopsticks and laughed. That's right. Otherwise, what would he do in this restaurant?

Doesn't barbecue smell good?

Doesn't hot pot smell good?