Chapter 109 Hair Cut

Le Jinwen's mind was full of thoughts, but he only spoke business: "It's safer at the police station. Leave the person here first. I'll send someone to deliver the videotape that the mother and son recorded here. It's almost here now."

Guan Yingjun thanked him, hung up the phone in a hurry, sent someone to get the videotape, and asked Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng to take Qiao Juemin to the detention center to bring him up.

After all the trivial matters were explained, the uneasiness that arose in my heart due to worry also faded away.

It's just a test of a professor whose background is unknown. Jian Ruochen is so smart, nothing will happen to him.

Guan Yingjun said: "Now that we have the best candidate for testing, let Jian Ruochen investigate the matter of the medicine and the Anti-Return Society. Let's close the building bombing case first."

The bombing case of Building 13 in Mid-Levels Yaju has now reached a state of being half-solved.

The most crucial and thrilling layer of window paper has been punctured by Jian Ruochen, and all that’s left to do now is to clean up the mess.

No matter how many times, as long as it comes to the stage of closing the case, everyone in Group A will feel that the workload with and without Consultant Jian is completely different.

The interrogation room opened again.

Guan Yingjun sat calmly in front of Qiao Juemin, waiting for him to finish watching the videotape and statements of his wife and children.

Lu Rong is a person who always puts his own interests first. He has no bottom line and often sets traps in transactions, but at least he still pretends to be nice on the surface.

After sending Qiao Juemin's wife and children to the Philippines, he bought insurance for them, gave them a large sum of money, and then left them alone.

On the surface, they seem to have done everything they could and there seems to be nothing wrong with them. However, in reality, there is a huge gap between the rich and the poor in the Philippines and the social environment is dirty and chaotic. Under such living conditions, it is easy to make a fortune but difficult to keep it.

Qiao Juemin's wife and children did not speak the language, and their money was soon looted by the local thieves. They could only barely fill their stomachs with small change.

When Le Jinwen's men found them, Qiao Juemin's wife was dealing with a pimp. Fortunately, the police arrived in time to avoid a disaster.

Guan Yingjun watched coldly as Qiao Juemin shed tears of regret, and watched him stammer and speak intermittently about how Lu Rong had instructed him and instigated him to do wrong things, and how he regretted it.

After listening for ten minutes, Guan Yingjun’s patience ran out, so he interrupted, “Is there a recording or contract left when Lu Rong instigated you? We need more concrete evidence of identification.”

Jian Ruochen stood outside the interrogation room, watching with his arms folded.

Inside, Qiao Juemin was stunned. He opened his mouth in silence, but couldn't utter a word for a long time.

He suddenly realized. There was no surveillance, no recording, no contract, and even the money to buy the gas tank was two heavy boxes of cash.

When Lu Rong instructed him to commit the crime, he didn't reveal a single clue!

Qiao Juemin felt cold all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.

He clutched the edge of the interrogation chair tightly, his knuckles white, his eyes bloodshot, and he was extremely panicked. "What will happen to me? Will I be sentenced to death?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he left the interrogation room.

Bi Xianxian sighed softly, "A month ago, he was hanging himself in Xiaomashan New Village, wishing he could be reincarnated immediately, but now he's afraid of death again. I really don't understand."

"Now that his wife and children have been rescued, Qiao Juemin has hope, so he naturally wants to meet them." Jian Ruochen looked at Qiao Juemin's face with mixed feelings.

Qiao Juemin is not a good man, but he can barely be considered a good husband and a good father.

Human nature is complex...

Jian Ruochen retracted his gaze, turned around and said, "I'll go back first."

Bi Xianxian was stunned, "You don't want to wait for Guan Sir to finish the interrogation?"

Jian Ruochen paused as he was leaving and turned back to look at Bi Kankan.

This is a strange question.

Why do we have to wait until Guan Yingjun finishes the trial?

It’s not like Sir Guan doesn’t know how to do it. Since there are people in the team who can do it, there’s no need for him to stay as a consultant.

Did Bi Xianxian notice something?

If she noticed, what would her attitude be?

Jian Ruochen considered the expression on Bi Xianxian's face and was a little unsure.

Bi Xianxian was frightened by being stared at. She raised her hand and touched her face. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing." Jian Ruochen curved his eyebrows, raised the corners of his lips, and smiled gently, "I won't wait for him. After the bombing case is over, I will invite everyone to the boat shop for dinner. Although it's a bit salty, it still tastes good, isn't it?"

Bi Xianxian immediately thought of the spicy stir-fried pork with garlic sauce that had been rinsed three times. She licked her lips with fear and greed, and her attention was instantly diverted.

When he came to his senses again, Jian Ruochen was no longer in front of him.

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Jian Ruochen took a bus back home.

The meeting with the other Conant needs to be discussed with Luo Binwen before making any plans.

After all, the spiritual leader said: Don't fight a battle without preparation.

Luo Binwen held a folder in his hand and sat opposite Jian Ruochen in the study, introducing the professor word by word, "Mr. Oliver Conant Keith is the son of your grandfather's cousin and the daughter of another British nobleman."

Jian Ruochen: ...

This relationship is too far away.

Robin took out a document with Mr. Keith's full name printed on it. "Conant is just one of his middle names. British nobles have very long names, and their middle names are strung together. It's up to the individual to choose which middle name to display to the public."

Jian Ruochen fell silent as he looked at the three lines of names on the document.

It was hard for Oliver Keith to choose Conant from so many middle names.

Just this one action is enough to show that he is not as rumored by the outside world and has no desire for the inheritance.

No excuse can outweigh the motivation reflected in the choice.

To judge whether a person is good or bad, we should not look at what he has done, but what he can get in the end.

The result is a reflection of people’s hearts.

Jian Ruochen's fingertips touched the edge of the paper and felt around, "Uncle Luo, why do you think Conant is not interested in the inheritance?"

Robin Wang has been in charge of Conant for many years and stabilized the family business after his "mother" passed away. It is impossible for such a person to blindly trust Oliver Keith's one-sided statement. There must be something he doesn't know.

"What did Oliver Keith do?" Jian Ruochen asked.

"He used all his savings to hold academic salons, attend academic gatherings, and raise research funds." Luo Binwen shrugged. "Olivier Keith is obsessed with astrophysics and mathematics. Five years ago, he was excluded by the research society in the UK because of his academic stance, so he moved his work location to Hong Kong."

Four years ago...

Jian Ruochen frowned slightly, "This time is a bit of a coincidence. I was found by Jiang Mingshan four years ago."

Whether Oliver Keith came before Jiang Mingshan found the original owner or after Jiang Mingshan found the original owner, it was a bit subtle.

But we can't force people to be guilty. We need to wait and see.

"Is there anything else?" Jian Ruochen asked in a low voice, "What is his personality like?"

Luo Binwen glanced up, thought again and again, and finally said, "It's okay. He didn't contact me on his own initiative. When your mother disappeared, many people came to inquire about the inheritance, but he was not among them, so..."

Jian Ruochen understood.

That is why Luo Binwen firmly believed that a tenured professor who devoted his entire life and savings to academic research and who was not good at speaking and socializing could not covet property.

Anyone who encounters this situation would think so.

But all of these things contradict Oliver Keith's choice of Conant as his middle name.

Simply put, the logic doesn't make sense.

Jian Ruo pondered for a while: "Does the middle name Conant have any special meaning to Oliver Keith? For example, it saved his experimental project and created a research fund for him."

"No." Luo Binwen also noticed something suspicious. Why did they choose Conant as the middle name of the third bank president?

If you want to distance yourself from the matter, why not be more thorough?

Judging from his middle name, Oliver Keith was active in the academic world under the middle name of Conant, and no one would find it inappropriate if he eventually inherited the estate.

I just think he's lucky.

The deeper you dig, the more bizarre it becomes.

Jian Ruochen frowned and sorted out the documents in his hand, and said in a deep voice: "Since he is a professor at Xiangjiang University, I will go and listen to his lectures first."

"Uncle Luo, in three days, you will invite him to Huangji for dinner, using the excuse that the Conant Group is going to develop a fund for astrophysics research projects."

This temptation was the perfect response to the way Oliver Keith behaved.

If he really was a professor who was obsessed with academics but was excluded by the mainstream academic circle, he would definitely not refuse.

Luo Binwen had a relieved smile on his face.

He was not afraid that the young master was thoughtful, but he was afraid that the young master would be as smart as the young lady was when she was young, but too naive.

Fortunately, Jian Ruochen is not like that.

He immediately put Oliver Keith's class schedule next to Jian Ruochen's hand and said, "Tomorrow at 4 o'clock in the afternoon, there will be a public lecture by him. Public lectures can best reflect a person's academic pursuits and teaching level. You may want to listen."

Jian Ruochen smoothed down her hair which was still long enough to reach her waist after being tied up.

I've been here for half a year and my hair has grown a bit longer. It would be conspicuous if I went to a lecture with such long hair, so I decided to cut it.

I'll edit it today without waiting for Jiang Hanyu's trial.

Anyway, the cases of Jiang Mingshan, Jiang Hanyu and Lu Qian are all over.

Although Jiang Hanyu's case has not yet gone to trial, his road has come to an end.

Even if the judge shows extra leniency, Interpol's China Central Bureau will not let him go. Being lenient with him will only make Hong Kong's spies more rampant and bolder, and eventually turn Hong Kong into a spy transit station.

Jiang Hanyu carries too much political significance, and the Central Committee will never let him off lightly.

Jian Ruochen pulled her ponytail and looked at Luo Binwen: "I want to cut my hair."

He pointed to the end of his neck with his hand and said, "Cut here."

Luo Binwen was slightly startled, "Don't you want to grow your hair anymore?"

"It's not convenient." Jian Ruochen smiled slyly, gesturing with his hands on his head, "My hair of this color is too conspicuous when I'm out on duty. Cutting it a little shorter will make it easier to put on a black wig. Uncle Luo, you also have black hair. Do you want to see what I look like with black hair? How about giving my own hair a hairstyle that's very similar to yours?"

The way Butler Luo looked at my mother was the same way Guan Yingjun looked at him.

If I'm not mistaken, Luo Binwen should like Ms. Conant very much.

I liked her so much that I once fantasized about becoming her husband.

After all, Luo Binwen said: There is only one girl in Conant's generation, and the child she gives birth to can inherit Conant no matter who the father is.

The stance of this statement is truly intriguing.

Luo Binwen was seduced almost immediately.

He looked at the smiling Jian Ruochen for a moment, and sighed, "Who can refuse you? I'll go get the scissors. Young Master, please go to the bathroom and wait."

An hour later, as clumps of damp hair fell, the bangs on the forehead were trimmed into fine and layered styles, and the long hair was trimmed from waist length to just shoulder length, with the ends of the hair slightly curled up, forming a tiny arc.

Jian Ruochen was drowsy in the warm air of the hair dryer. When she opened her eyes, she saw her new hairstyle.

He shook his hair like a feather and smiled at the mirror, "Uncle Luo's cooking skills are really good."

Luo Binwen said with a slight boast in his tone: "As long as you like it, it is within my professional scope after all."

At eight o'clock the next morning, the West Kowloon Regional Police Station asked Qiao Juemin to sign a confession identifying Lu Rong. After confirming the video, Qiao Juemin was formally prosecuted and transferred to the court.

Three fifty in the afternoon.

Jian Ruochen wore a black wig with slight shading that was carefully trimmed to look almost like real hair, a pair of silver-wire plain glasses on his nose, and a black sports suit. He sat in the back row of the lecture room.

There were still ten minutes before the lecture started, but the students in the back row were still whispering to each other and looking back frequently.

Who is this?

How come he's so handsome?

Her posture is so correct, her back is so straight, even when she lowers her head, the curvature of her cervical vertebrae seems to be different from that of other people. She looks very elegant. Her cheek is supported by her jade-like fingers, and she is casually turning a long-handled black signing pen between her other fingers, and the pen is almost breaking under her fingertips.

Relaxed and unrestrained, the handsome youthfulness comes to you.

So handsome, which department is he from?

How come it looks both familiar and unfamiliar?