"Captain Wang, the numbers on the paper are the same as the number in my phone." Liang Zichen said, his mouth slightly agape in surprise as he stared at the phone number on his phone.
Wang Shen glanced at Liang Zichen, then nodded. Wang Shen's phone contact list contained only two numbers. The second number was the one he had just called his own phone from this phone. The first number in the contact list was exactly the same as the number on the paper. Now everyone understood the meaning of the number on the paper.
"Captain Wang, this number isn't a cell phone number. Could it be some kind of virtual number?" Liang Zichen said as he handed the paper to Wang Shen.
Wang Shen looked at the paper in his hand, then at his address book, and shook his head, saying, "Judging from these numbers, it doesn't seem like it. It's more like..." Wang Shen frowned, and fell into deep thought halfway through his sentence.
"Doesn't it look a bit like a landline number?" The police officer standing to the side glanced at Wang Shen and cautiously offered his opinion.
As soon as the police officer finished expressing his opinion, Wang Shen and Liang Zichen both turned to look at him. Then Liang Zichen clapped his hands lightly, counted the numbers on the paper, and looked at Wang Shen, saying, "Captain Wang, maybe it really is true."
In fact, Wang Shen was thinking the same thing. What he urgently needed to know was the exact location of this landline number. After thinking for a while, Wang Shen took out his phone and dialed the landline. He put his phone on speakerphone and then gestured to Liang Zichen and the police officer standing to the side to be quiet.
The phone beeped rhythmically. The three of them stared intently at Wang Shen's phone, wondering who would answer. But after a while, no one answered. Disappointed, they exchanged glances, and then Wang Shen dialed the number again. After a long while, the result was the same.
"Why is no one answering?" Liang Zichen asked, looking at Wang Shen's phone with a puzzled expression.
"Perhaps the other party already knows about Han Lin's death," Wang Shen sighed and replied.
"The other side already knows about Han Lin's death? Captain Wang, what do you mean by that?" Liang Zichen asked doubtfully after listening to Wang Shen's words and thinking for a while.
"Could it be?" Liang Zichen suddenly exclaimed in surprise. "Captain Wang, do you think Han Lin's death is related to this phone call?"
"It's still my intuition. My intuition tells me that this call is definitely not that simple. Look at the time shown in my contacts, it's past 1 a.m. today. Let me ask you, what normal person, whether it's your parents, siblings, or best friends, would call at this time without something particularly important to say?"
Liang Zichen listened attentively to Wang Shen's words, nodding repeatedly as he spoke. At this moment, Liang Zichen took Han Lin's phone from Wang Shen and looked at the contacts on the screen. "Captain Wang, look at this number. According to the information in the contacts, this number called this phone proactively. Isn't that strange?"
“Yes, that’s the strange thing. Everything is just too coincidental.” Wang Shen pursed his lips, clenched his right fist, and kept tapping his chin.
Liang Zichen and the police officer looked at Wang Shen in deep thought for a while. Then Wang Shen raised his head and continued, "Judging from the fact that the owner of this landline knew Han Lin's virtual number, there must be some intricate connection between him and Han Lin. Moreover, this connection is limited to underground, otherwise he could have easily called Han Lin's normal number. Secondly, calling Han Lin so late at night must mean there's something he absolutely has to say. And the coincidence is that this call came in right after Han Lin's plot to murder A Cheng was exposed. Even more coincidentally, Han Lin chose to commit suicide by jumping off a building after receiving this call. Do you think there are any coincidences like that in the world?"
After listening to Wang Shen's analysis, Liang Zichen and the police officer nodded in unison. "Captain Wang, could this phone call be considered a death knell?" Liang Zichen asked after thinking for a while.
“There’s something even stranger.” Wang Shen smiled helplessly. “It’s this piece of paper.” Wang Shen took the paper with the string of numbers written on it in his hand.
"Why would Han Lin leave this piece of paper?" Wang Shen asked, frowning as he looked at the numbers on the paper.
"This piece of paper?" Liang Zichen's gaze also fell on the paper in Wang Shen's hand. "Is there something wrong with the numbers on this piece of paper?"
“There’s nothing wrong with the paper. The problem is with Han Lin.” Wang Shen’s gaze remained fixed on the paper.
"Captain Wang, stop keeping me in suspense! I'm getting so anxious! What do you mean?" Liang Zichen couldn't figure out what Wang Shen meant and started to get impatient.
"When you found this piece of paper, was it under this book?" Wang Shen ignored Liang Zichen's words and instead focused his gaze on the police officer beside him.
Upon hearing Wang Shen's question, the police officer beside him shuddered and nervously replied, "Yes, yes."
"Describe to me how this piece of paper was pressed down." After Wang Shen finished speaking, he looked at the police officer and waited for his answer.
When the police officer and Liang Zichen heard Wang Shen's question, they really didn't understand what he was talking about. How was the paper weighed down? The police officer thought of countless ways to express it in his mind, but rejected them all. The police officer didn't dare to look up at Wang Shen, but instead kept his head down, racking his brains for the answer Wang Shen wanted.
“Okay.” Wang Shen actually chuckled. “Looks like I was too serious just now.” Wang Shen added. “Let me be more specific. I want to know if this piece of paper was completely tucked under the book and wouldn’t be easily noticed, or if it was just casually tucked under the book, with even a corner sticking out?”
The police officer finally understood what Wang Shen was saying and replied, "At the time, only half of the paper was under the book, and the other half was sticking out. If the paper had been completely under the book, I might not have noticed it."
Wang Shen nodded and said softly, "Just as I thought."
"Captain Wang, what do you mean, 'it's true'?" Although Wang Shen's voice was relatively soft, Liang Zichen still heard it.
"It's the same question as before. If the number is in the phone, why did Han Lin write it down again on paper?" Wang Shen shifted his gaze from the police officer and turned to look at Liang Zichen.
"Because...because..." Liang Zichen spoke haltingly, actually pondering Wang Shen's question. After a while, Liang Zichen suddenly answered, "Could Han Lin be leaving us clues?"
Wang Shen nodded slightly upon hearing Liang Zichen's words. "But if Han Lin wanted to leave us clues, why didn't he just tell me the secret about this number before he died? Why did he have to resort to this method?"
Wang Shen glanced at Liang Zichen, then at the police officers standing to the side, awaiting their reply. Unfortunately, after a long time, Wang Shen received no response.
"Because Han Lin was afraid, he didn't dare tell us any information about this number. Simply put, he was coerced," Wang Shen stated his own deduction.
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