Chapter 105 Gas Tank

After waking up, Jian Ruochen hugged the small blanket and was in a daze for a while, and his attention gradually focused.

Not far away, Guan Yingjun fell asleep on his desk with a messy pile of documents under his arms. The document contained analysis charts filled with annotations and photos of the initial explosion scene.

Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then tiptoed out, quickly washed his face and rinsed his mouth in the bathroom, wiped his mouth with water and walked back.

His mind was still confused, and he took the information and photos sent by the Forensic Department and the Explosion Incident Handling Department and made a copy, then sat in the Group A office to look through them.

I had just woken up and my stomach was empty, so the densely packed words made me feel irritated and I couldn't concentrate on reading at all.

Jian Ruochen simply stopped reading and took out the pictures to look through them one by one.

Building No. 13 of Mid-Levels Yaju in the picture was in a very dilapidated state, and the fire took away all the clues. The forensic department only captured the shattered gas tank at the explosion site.

If you want to find the person who blew up the building and catch the real culprit, you will probably have to rely on these tattered and shapeless things.

Jian Ruochen frowned and thought for a while, but couldn't find any clues, so he pulled open the expansion board of the whiteboard on the wall, pasted nearly a hundred A4 color-printed photos one by one, slowly adjusted the order, and gradually pieced together the ground of the entire explosion site.

The oppressive scorched earth color spread across the whiteboard.

Jian Ruochen's stagnant brain finally came to life under the stimulation of the images.

He quickly caught a glimpse of a dark red spot on the gray-blue gas tank. They are scattered around the edges of individual gas tank fragments.

Jian Ruochen stared at them, his heart pounding.

What are these dark red things? Blood?

No, after being heated and oxidized, the blood should have turned brown, not this bright red like paint.

Thinking of this, Jian Ruochen's breathing paused.

It's paint!

If I could piece together an entire gas tank, maybe I would know what the dark red paint was about.

He quickly removed the papers without red blocks, and there were only about thirty A4 papers left on the whiteboard.

"A gas tank has two round shoulders." Jian Ruochen selected two from the picture where the structure could still be clearly seen, stacked them together, and pressed them down with a magnet.

Then work your way down bit by bit.

The red paint doesn't seem to be from a gas tank. Eliminate the duplicate parts and pick from the broken flakes. Jian Ruochen tried it bit by bit, and even felt a little dizzy when he was highly nervous and focused.

But he was addicted to this feeling of immersion and didn't want to stop. Adrenaline rose and my heart rate soared. I could no longer think of anything else except the clues in front of me and the case in my mind.

"despair".

The magnet brought the last fragment to the whiteboard.

At the same time, the door of Guan Yingjun's office opened. He walked out and saw Jian Ruochen in front of the whiteboard at a glance.

Jian Ruochen looked a little tired, but her amber eyes were radiant and sparkling, revealing satisfaction, so beautiful.

Guan Yingjun followed his gaze and saw a gas tank.

Each part of the jar has a different twisting angle, and each part has slightly different colors, as if parts were picked up from different corpses and pieced together.

Guan Yingjun saw the red words on the gas tank.

He looked at the scattered A4 papers stacked aside, and then at the gas tank made up of less than 15 pieces of paper.

Apart from shock, I couldn't find any other feeling for a moment.

He knew that Jian Ruochen had a very special talent in images, but he didn't expect that Jian Ruochen could create a complete gas tank from hundreds of pictures with fragmented clues in just one morning.

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Jian Ruochen could hardly stand, so he sat down with the help of a rolling wheelchair, pushed his feet on the ground, slid backwards, and looked up at the words that were pieced together.

【Liquefied Petroleum Gas Central China】

There are several rows of densely packed small characters below the red characters.

He murmured, "What is this?"

In 2030, new energy will have developed to its peak and even roadside stalls will no longer use gas. This antique will be out of reach for most people.

"This is the factory stamp." Guan Yingjun said.

Jian Ruochen was startled and turned around with wide eyes to look over, "Why don't you make any noise when you walk?"

"I'm used to it. Did it scare you?" Guan Yingjun raised the corners of his lips.

This smile is very gentle, which is totally different from the usual cold-faced Guan Sir who has a fierce look with his eyebrows pressed down on his eyes.

It should have been handsome.

But Guan Yingjun slept on his stomach for too long, and a red mark was left on his cheek near his ear, which looked very realistic.

There is a feeling of being a husband as the ice and snow begin to melt.

Jian Ruochen looked again and again, and couldn't help laughing, and said habitually: "No."

Guan Yingjun said firmly: "Hard-mouthed."

Jian Ruochen glared at him and was about to speak.

Guan Yingjun raised his hand, opened his big hand, grabbed Jian Ruochen's cheek, and pinched his eloquent mouth into an O shape, "The factory stamp usually states the time of production of the gas tank, the unit to which it belongs, and the unit's region. This gas tank is from the Central China Gas Company on Zhahua Road, facing Kowloon Bay, across the sea, opposite is the Kowloon Walled City."

He let go of her hand, and tidied up Jian Ruochen's hair that had been stuck to her temples and neck because of carelessness when she washed her face, and whispered, "Next time I'll make some noise when I walk."

"That's not the case." Jian Ruo slumped in the chair, her stomach growling with hunger.

Thinking and interrogation are both brain-intensive tasks. After doing them thoroughly, I felt exhausted both physically and mentally.

His eyes were half closed, and he felt sleepy again.

Guan Yingjun took the toiletries left in the office, hung a towel around his neck, took out a new toothbrush, and pressed Jian Ruochen's shoulders to lead him to wash up carefully again.

After brushing his teeth, Jian Ruochen scooped up some water with his hands and applied it to his face. He took a few sips while applying and rinsed out the foam.

Guan Yingjun didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he used a comb to tie his hair into a ponytail. As he did so, he said, "You have to eat in the morning. If you don't eat, you will feel sleepy while working."

Jian Ruochen said: "Oh oh."

Guan Yingjun said nothing more. He walked back to the office, holding a wet towel and a cup with two toothbrushes in it.

After the two of them had breakfast at the cafe downstairs in the police station, it was time for Jian Ruochen to go to class. Guan Yingjun sent him to school, and then thought of taking him to the Central China Gas Company to ask if they could find any clues.

The entire Serious Crime Unit A was mobilized again and became busy.

When Jian Ruochen finished a whole day's classes and came to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station again, Group A's visit was also over.

Zhang Xingzong took the visit record and told Jian Ruochen the whole process: "I asked the person in charge of supply of Huazhong Gas Co., Ltd., and he issued a purchase list from the beginning to the middle of the month. Among them, there were 23 merchants or individuals who bought more than 18 bottles but less than 30 bottles of gas at one time."

"They are these 23." Zhang Xingzong handed over a form.

Jian Ruochen took it and asked, "Are those circled in red all suspects?"

"Yes." Zhang Xingzong said, "A total of eight. Their receiving location is within three kilometers of the crime scene. It is easy to smuggle gas into the crime scene."

The temperature in Hong Kong was almost 20 degrees. Guan Yingjun had been running all day and couldn't stand the heat. He made a cup of cold tea and drank it. He rolled up his shirt sleeves, revealing his strong arms, and leaned against the window and said, "Everyone, report the results of the visit."

Bi Qianqian: "I went to ask the proprietress of Youjia Restaurant, and saw the gas tanks in her kitchen. They matched the ones on the meter, so she was ruled out as a suspect."

"Then I visited the owner of Huang Tian Chinese Medicine Preparation Shop, and they had used up six gas cylinders. At least 18 gas cylinders were involved in the Mid-Levels Yaju explosion. The number of gas cylinders consumed by Huang Tian Chinese Medicine Preparation Shop was inconsistent with the number produced during the explosion, so it should not be the case."

The situation was similar for the others, either the gas tanks were still there, or the amount consumed was inconsistent with the amount found at the crime scene.

The more Guan Yingjun listened, the more his brows furrowed.

Until Song Xuyi spoke.

The middle-aged man scratched his head and said, "I didn't find the Qiao Sha Bing Hall. I plan to look somewhere else tomorrow according to the confession."

Jian Ruochen suddenly sat up straight, "What do you mean?"

Song Xuyi also realized something.

In this situation, not finding it is not bad news, it may even be good news.

He straightened his expression and said seriously, "I went to the location where Qiao Sha Bing Tang was registered with Huazhong Gas Co., Ltd. It was an empty store and very run-down."

"I asked the neighbors, and they said that Qiao Sha Bing Hall was a Hong Kong-style tea restaurant, but it closed five years ago. Some time ago, the son of the owner of Qiao Sha Bing Hall seemed to have returned for a while, and there was news of reopening, but then I don't know what happened, it just came to nothing."

The more Song Xuyi spoke, the more he felt something was wrong.

He stood up and pinned the visit record sheets in his hand to the whiteboard one by one with a magnet. "The owner of the alley burrito shop opposite Qiao Sha Bing Hall said that half a month ago in the middle of the night, he heard the sound of trucks unloading near Qiao Sha Bing Hall."

In Hong Kong’s old residential areas, everyone likes to open shops downstairs from their homes.

So the first floor was opened as a store, and the family and children slept on the second floor, so it was normal for neighbors to hear the sound of unloading when they got up at night.

Jian Ruochen said, "So that's it. Because everyone heard the sound of the truck unloading and saw the boss's son, they thought Qiao Sha Bing Hall was going to reopen."

Song Xuyi nodded, "But Qiao Sha Bing Tang has not reopened..."

If the son of the owner of Qiao Sha Bing Tang was the murderer of the building bombing case, then he came back not to reopen the tea restaurant, but to use the tea restaurant to commit crimes!

Song Xuyi felt sweat on his back.

He didn't expect that after being silent in the serious crime squad for so long, he finally became the person holding the key clues!

But Jian Ruochen was still the most powerful. If it weren't for the gas tank that Jian Ruochen had assembled, they might not even be able to reach the door of Central China Gas Co., Ltd. today.

Song Xuyi pointed at the visit list of the old man who got up late at night, "He told me that the owner of Qiao Sha Bing Hall is called Qiao Jin, and Qiao Jin's son is called Qiao Juemin. After Qiao Jin closed the tea restaurant, he moved to Xiaomashan New Village."

He dug into his pocket and pulled out a piece of paper: "This is the address."

No. 601, No. 22, Xiaomashan New Village.

Guan Yingjun took it and looked at it, "Don't wait until tomorrow, take your stuff and go take a look first."

Everyone headed straight for the parking lot and drove to the location on the address.

After passing the undersea tunnel and waiting for several red lights, an hour had passed when we arrived at the entrance of Xiaomashan New Village.

Fortunately, there was no access control at Xiaomashan New Village, so the serious crime team had no problem getting to Room 601, Building 22.

Guan Yingjun raised his hand and knocked on the door, "Is anyone there?"

There were no footsteps in the room.

Jian Ruochen squatted down and took a look, then whispered, "There is light in the crack of the door."

Guan Yingjun knocked on the door again, but still no one came to open it. However, he could vaguely hear the sound of panting behind the door. He suddenly felt something was wrong and kicked the door lock decisively.

The door panel shook, and the latch of the door lock directly scraped the wooden door frame.

Jian Ruochen's eyes wandered.

They didn't have a search warrant.

Guan Yingjun took a step back and kicked again.

With a "swish" sound.

The door frame was completely shattered and the door panel hit the wall behind it.

Everyone rushed in with guns drawn and saw a shocking scene.

The man suspected to be Qiao Juemin was hanging from the ceiling with a hemp rope!

He had kicked over the chair under his feet, and his whole body was dangling in the air, his eyes rolled back, and his legs kicking instinctively.

Guan Yingjun raised his gun and shot the joint of the hemp rope, "Call an ambulance!"

Qiao Juemin scratched his neck and coughed.

He coughed and laughed, laughed and cried, saliva and tears fell to the ground, and he looked as miserable as a piece of rotten meat. He pressed his forehead against the ground and stared at Jian Ruochen, his eyes red with hatred and fear.

Why not let him die?

He heard it all.

It was Jian Ruochen who discovered the light in the room, and that’s why the other police officers wanted to break the door!

Qiao Juemin yelled, stood up like crazy, and rushed towards Jian Ruochen.

Guan Yingjun's heart tightened and he reflexively took a step towards Jian Ruochen. Before his heel even touched the ground, Jian Ruochen raised his leg and kicked Qiao Juemin to the ground.

Qiao Juemin fell with blood all over his mouth. He looked up at the lamp above his head and the broken rope, and could no longer scream.

His tears flowed from the corners of his eyes and dripped onto the floor tiles.

Qiao Juemin murmured, "Kill me. It will be over only when I die."

He got so angry that he raised the back of his head and slammed it hard to the ground.

At this moment, Jian Ruochen's heart started beating suddenly.