Chapter 124 See you at the police station, Professor (2 in 1)

The operator's voice was trembling. "He said...if the members of the West Kowloon Crime Squad 105 can't reach the Western District Tunnel within 30 minutes, he will press the detonation button immediately."

Lin Yazhi felt cold all over.

If the members of the serious crime squad don't go, the criminals will detonate the bomb.

What happens after the members of the serious crime squad arrive?

Will there be no return?

You could hear a pin drop in the conference room.

She looked around and saw the solemn expressions on her colleagues' faces. She asked in a low voice, "Any other information?"

Operator: "There was a traffic accident at the entrance of the Western District Undersea Tunnel. The accident may be man-made. The culprit is suspected to be the same as the suspect who planted the bomb."

"The suspect instructed Consultant Jian to sit in the passenger seat of the accident vehicle within ten minutes and use the intercom in the car to talk to him. If the time limit is exceeded, the bomb will be detonated immediately."

The operator spoke quickly, with a heavy nasal tone and a choked voice, "There are more than 100 cars blocking the tunnel entrance. It is difficult to evacuate. The Ministry of Transport is working hard."

"I understand." Lin Yazhi hung up the phone.

Guan Yingjun clenched his fingers, his neatly trimmed nails couldn't even dig into his palms, and the pain couldn't bring back his rapidly functioning rationality.

The box-type air conditioner was rumbling, and cold wind was blowing tirelessly into the conference room from the air outlet, making people's heads buzz.

This call was too sudden.

The smash left everyone stunned.

The joy of finding the key evidence disappeared completely, leaving only confusion.

Guan Yingjun couldn't tell whether it was tinnitus or the noise was too loud due to the old and dilapidated box air conditioner.

Lin Yazhi said: "It's coming for us."

It just happened to be now.

It just so happened that today was the day they discovered evidence of Oliver Keith's crime!

"The criminal knew that Jian Ruochen was at the scene." Guan Yingjun's voice trembled uncontrollably, "He said he wanted Consultant Jian to sit in the passenger seat of the accident vehicle."

Within ten minutes.

At normal driving speed, it takes at least 20 minutes to get from the West Kowloon Regional Police Station to the Western District Tunnel.

Guan Yingjun wiped his face vigorously and said, "He is stuck in the West Tunnel."

Lin Yazhi held the table in the conference room with her arms outstretched. Her long hair tucked behind her ears fell down as she moved, covering half of her face.

How did the prisoner know?

Either he was also at the scene, or he had calculated Jian Ruochen's fixed route and deliberately used the accident to block him.

The air was terribly heavy.

The second hand slowly crawled forward.

Ten seconds is longer than ten minutes.

But time is passing by and the people stuck in the West Tunnel can't wait any longer.

Lin Yazhi said: "Call Consultant Jian and tell him about the situation."

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyelids and took out his mobile phone. The moment the gray-green screen lit up, Jian Ruochen's name popped into his eyes, and his briefly fleeting rationality suddenly came to reality.

He dialed the phone and the busy tone sounded before the call was picked up.

Jian Ruochen: "Sir Guan?"

Guan Yingjun's voice tightened, "Listen to me..."

He repeated the current situation and then asked, "How is it going over there?"

Jian Ruochen smiled faintly, "I also have something to tell you."

Guan Yingjun: "What?"

"The victim of the traffic accident is the director of the Christian Church Hospital." Jian Ruochen said, making way for the medical staff who had hurried over to help the director out of the driver's seat.

He took a few steps and leaned against the wall beside the tunnel and said, "We just found Oliver Keith's residence yesterday, and this happened today. The suspect also asked all members of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit to go to the tunnel. It's hard for me not to think of Oliver Keith. I guess our actions alarmed him and made him anxious."

"Oliver Keith went to the church hospital because he knew that the church hospital had my mother's case, but the director did not give it to him. So he wanted to kill the director to silence him."

"Now he is the only one who has the motive to kill the supervisor, and he also wants to kill me, and he also wants to hinder the serious crime team."

"If the suspect is the professor, then he will definitely take advantage of the fact that the serious crime team is stuck and return to Qingshan Apartment to destroy or move the evidence."

Jian Ruochen spoke calmly and methodically as he spoke out his inferences, but his fingers were pressed firmly against the tunnel wall behind him, causing his fingertips to become numb.

There is no doubt that this is a matter of life and death.

It's tense and exciting, scary and curious, and makes you want to go deeper.

His heart rate slowly rose, pounding his chest and hurting. "If the professor is going to pick him up at the airport and take him back to Qingshan Apartment to destroy the evidence, then he shouldn't be at the scene."

Jian Ruo looked at the traffic calmly, "I will try to delay time. Send someone to Qingshan Apartment and make sure to protect the evidence."

He pretended to be relaxed: "It would be best if we could catch them in the act."

A clear and steady voice came out from the loudspeaker, and fell into the quiet conference room like the gurgling of water, instantly calming everyone's nervous emotions.

Someone took a deep breath.

Jian Ruochen's reaction was too quick. Starting from the motivation, his analysis was very organized and flawless.

It was indeed only Oliver Keith.

Only he would be so impatient!

Ding Gao sighed: "Advisor Jian is really so calm in the midst of this, so..."

It's amazing.

It's amazing that he reacted within just one minute.

Everyone was praising him, except Guan Yingjun, whose veins on the back of his hands were bulging and the side of his neck was throbbing with pain.

This is not the sound that Jian Ruochen makes when he is truly relaxed.

He was also nervous, afraid and seeking excitement.

Even a 40-year-old plainclothes policeman may not be able to remain as steady as a rock in such a situation.

Jian Ruochen was only 20 years old, so it was impossible for him not to be afraid at all.

"What if the suspect is not a professor?" Guan Yingjun asked.

Jian Ruochen didn't say anything.

If he lacks professional ability and makes a wrong judgment, the suspect is not a professor and happens to be at the scene.

Then when the suspect sees that the people from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Squad have not arrived, the bomb will explode.

"No." Jian Ruochen said, "I'm 90% sure."

Guan Yingjun took a deep breath and said, "If he wasn't there, how would he know whether you got into the car or not? You..."

He realized something, his voice stopped abruptly, and his face became frighteningly gloomy.

Jian Ruochen suddenly laughed, "You thought of it too."

There is a type of bomb that is triggered by weight.

The West District Tunnel was newly built and was still in trial operation. It was strictly controlled and no one could plant a bomb in the fast-moving traffic.

The bomb should be in the accident car.

When someone sits in it, the bomb senses the change in weight and is immediately triggered to start timing, and the person who installs it will naturally know.

"It's okay." Jian Ruochen whispered, "Just remember to tell the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Department to dismantle it."

Guan Yingjun's breath got stuck in his throat, and he wanted to preach but couldn't bring himself to do it.

Jian Ruochen said calmly: "Since it is triggered by weight, I can move a small water horse and put it on to try. If it doesn't work, I can find a sack and put some bricks in it. I don't have to sit on it myself."

Water barriers are heavy objects used as roadblocks. They have a yellow plastic shell, are about one meter high, and are filled with water.

He is not an American who has seen too much personal heroism and must die in order to solve the case. This was specifically taught by my teacher in my previous life.

Guan Yingjun: …

Lin Yazhi: …

Hearing Jian Ruochen's tone just now, they thought that he would sacrifice himself and die heroically in the next moment.

Who would have thought that he would change the subject and say that he could lift sacks to replace his own weight!

Who could have thought of that?

Lin Yazhi sighed: "It's good to be young. A new brain is more flexible and useful."

She looked at Guan Yingjun and said, "You and I are both 27 or 28 years old. We are old and have a habit of thinking."

Guan Yingjun hung up the phone, ignored her, and turned around and said, "I'll go get the evidence."

Lin Yazhi glanced at Guan Yingjun.

Strange.

It’s been a while since I’ve seen Guan Sir act so dictatorially and not treat his superiors as human beings. I’m not used to it.

Are you dissatisfied when people say he is old?

She said decisively, "I'll lead Group C."

Guan Yingjun closed his eyes: "Yeah."

Lin Yazhi: "Everyone get ready!"

·

Western Harbour Tunnel.

The entrance to the tunnel was still normal and not so blocked that it was impossible to get out. The Ministry of Transport evacuated people for a while and now we can turn around and leave.

Jian Ruochen quickly ran to the entrance of the tunnel, lowered his head and said to Luo Binwen: "Uncle Luo, you take the bodyguard and the driver back first. There is a case ahead and no one can pass."

The two bodyguards protecting Jian Ruochen were hesitant to speak.

To be honest, they don't think that's the case.

But they had just arrived from the UK and could understand very little Cantonese. Jian Ruochen spoke very quickly just now, and it was even more confusing when they recalled it now.

Jian Ruochen subconsciously put his hand into his pocket, and was suddenly stunned when he touched the things inside.

It turns out that no matter how much he pays attention to his micro-expressions when he lies, he will inevitably exhibit some concealing behaviors.

Jian Ruochen was amused by his own body's true reaction, his eyebrows curved, "Uncle Luo, I have to go to work, don't you have a business meeting to attend? This tunnel will not be open today. If you want to go to Xiangjiang Island, take the road from the East District."

"Okay." Luo Binwen responded, "Will you go home for dinner tonight?"

"Not necessarily." Jian Ruochen waved at him and pushed the two bodyguards into the car. "Okay, there are police and uniformed police here, so there is no need for bodyguards. You can go home too."

Luo Binwen shook his head helplessly.

The young master is very career-oriented and doesn't like to have bodyguards following him. He is just like the young lady back then and never stays at home.

He raised his hand to roll up the car window and signaled the driver to drive.

The black business car drove out of the tunnel and gradually disappeared at the end of the road.

Jian Ruochen straightened the corners of his lips and turned back to the crime scene.

The uniformed police arrived the fastest. The warning lights were replaced with cordons, the entire tunnel began to be blocked, and the vehicles blocking the tunnel entrance turned around one by one.

The uniformed police officer in the lead put his legs together and straightened his back, and saluted. "Advisor Jian, the police from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Department have arrived."

"Okay." Jian Ruochen stood outside the accident vehicle and looked inside.

Before the sight could find the landing point, a person suddenly appeared from under the chassis of the vehicle.

She had short hair, looked capable and energetic, and didn't even bring any explosion-proof equipment. She had a small bomb disposal tool box on her abdomen and a small screwdriver in her hand. When she saw Jian Ruochen, she was stunned and said, "Advisor Jian."

Jian Ruochen raised an eyebrow, "You know me?"

"You are so powerful and famous, who in West Kowloon doesn't know you?" The girl smiled, showing her fangs. "I have seen the bomb, it is indeed triggered by weight. Oh, by the way, my name is Hui Min-yee."

There was still blood left by the supervisor inside the vehicle, which now looked sticky and dried, and emitted a salty and fishy smell.

Jian Ruochen nodded, skipped the pleasantries, looked at the cylindrical water horse used as a roadblock, pointed at it and said, "Use that to replace me and help move it together."

Xu Minyi stood up quickly, "No need for you, I can do it alone, I'll do it."

She squatted down and lifted up the water barrier weighing fifty or sixty kilograms, and gently placed it on the co-pilot's seat.

A slight "beep" sound was heard.

A faint red light was emitted from under the chassis of the vehicle.

Triggered!

The girl put up the blast shield and stood in front of Jian Ruochen and herself for a while. Seeing that the bomb had no reaction, she put down the shield and lay down under the car to take a look. She said to the person in the headset, "Team, 30 minutes countdown, currently 29 minutes and 50 seconds left, apply to start demolition."

at the same time.

The intercom in the car buzzed, and a gloomy voice came out, "Jian Ruochen, you didn't expect that this day would come to you, did you?"

Jian Ruochen imagined himself as the dumbfounded water horse, took a breath, and said in a trembling tone, "Who are you? What do you want to do? If I have offended you, it has nothing to do with my colleagues, let them go!"

The entire Explosive Ordnance Disposal Department had never seen such superb acting skills.

In Xu Minyi's earpiece, Captain Bao murmured, "Ghost, it's so fake."

Xu Minyi smiled gently.

She really didn't dare laugh out loud, for fear of cutting the wrong thread.

If they are wrong, they will all turn into fireworks.

Jian Ruochen had a blank expression on his face, "We have done what you said, who are you?"

Oliver Keith said smugly, "Idiot."

This sentence made the uniformed police hiding behind the riot shields nearby lower their heads.

What?

These two words are also matched with those of the West Kowloon Police Station.

The MP5 submachine gun in his hand could no longer be suppressed.

Jian Ruochen held onto the car door and thought.

Oliver Keith might have a remote-control button for the bomb in his hand, so he must not be allowed to react.

Just act stupid.

Jian Ruochen sneered confidently: "Lu Rong, is it you?"

Captain Bao: ...

It's like talking about a badger while covering the fox's face - telling lies with open eyes.

If the commander-in-chief had not explained the whole story before the operation, he would have been kept in the dark by these acting skills!

·

Oliver Keith choked for a moment, then became furious.

He planned this serial crime for half a month!

Calculate the time it takes Jian Ruochen to pass through the tunnel, design the time it takes for the supervisor to pass through the tunnel, and find a way to tamper with the supervisor's brakes and airbags!

Step by step, with extreme precision!

Although... although there are still some minor flaws, the timing has reached a point where it is unavoidable.

Such a brilliant crime!

Such a brilliant plan!

Such a perfect work!

Why does Jian Ruochen think that it was Lu Rong's idea!

Lu Rong, that coward, only dares to hide in his ancestral home, like a rat in a gutter!

Oliver Keith was filled with indignation. He stood outside the Qingshan Apartment, staring at the door in front of him.

He knew that now was not the time to worry about these things, but the anger in his heart was like a raging fire.

Oliver Keith wanted to remain calm, but he heard the person on the other end of the intercom say, "Lu Rong, I knew it was you! Who else would do such a shameful thing besides you?"

"You are a respected and well-known man, but you are so shameless and despicable. You can only hide behind a walkie-talkie and dare not face me. Did I spend 3 billion to buy the undeveloped area near the Kowloon Walled City irritate you? Oh, how can a person like you be called a gentleman?"

"Shut up!" Oliver Keith snapped.

For a moment, he couldn't tell whether Jian Ruochen was scolding him or Lu Rong.

If he was scolding Lu Rong, why did every word sound like he was scolding him?

If he was scolding him, then why did he start talking about Lu Rong!

3 billion!

Jian Ruochen actually spent 3 billion in vain!

Just to buy a piece of land that the mainland might want to develop!

That’s one-third of the tens of billions of inheritance!

How dare he squander the Conant family's money like this!

Oliver Keith felt a dull pain on his forehead as he took out the key and tried to open the door. He tried three times before it finally fit into the keyhole.

There is not much time left and there is no time to move them, so we can only burn these things.

What a pity for these collections.

But it doesn’t matter, he will be the final winner anyway!

Oliver Keith felt a sense of satisfaction in his chest. Great, he is about to achieve all his goals!

From now on, he will not only be a professor loved by everyone, but also the only heir of Conant!

Suddenly, Jian Ruochen's voice came from the intercom again: "Don't think that I don't know who you are just because you don't admit it."

Oliver Keith sneered as he poured the prepared gasoline into the apartment.

Know who?

Lu Rong?

idiot.

"It's a good deal for you if I blow you up." Oliver Keith spoke in Cantonese with an inaccurate accent, which sounded a bit strange.

Jian Ruochen should really be tortured in a more painful way.

Oliver Keith thought maliciously.

He should use phenmethylolpropane to make Jian Ruochen in a trance, let his health deteriorate, and manipulate him into falling in love with a scumbag, and then kill him bit by bit.

By then, his desperate face will definitely be more beautiful than it is now.

Unfortunately, there is not enough time.

But it doesn’t matter. Once he successfully destroys the evidence and the bomb explodes, he will become the last heir of Conant. Ha ha!

·

Ten minutes later, the West Kowloon Crime Squad surrounded eight buildings of Qingshan Apartments.

Guan Yingjun led the team upstairs.

He was worried about Jian Ruochen, and his whole body was tense. He didn't even button up the collar of his short-sleeved shirt, revealing his muscular chest.

Suddenly, Chen Jincai's voice came from the headset, "Sir Guan, there is a fire on the 12th floor, suspected to be 1209!"

Guan Yingjun said: "Received."

The group rushed up to the 12th floor and saw that the door of 1209 was open, emitting a pungent smell of gasoline.

Bi Xianxian immediately put away her gun, picked up the dry powder fire extinguisher that was prepared in front of every door, pulled the safety pin and rushed in.

In a flash, the situation changed.

In the room, Oliver Keith's wild and complacent smile froze.

He never expected that things would take a sudden turn for the worse and become like this!

Why are the members of the West Kowloon Crime Squad here?

Shouldn't they be guarding the supposed bomber in the Western Harbour Tunnel?

Could it be that these policemen who claim to be loyal and righteous actually don’t care about Jian Ruochen’s life at all!

Eight people from the serious crime squad came up, and seven of them went to get fire extinguishers, and the fire was immediately brought under control.

Guan Yingjun kept his gun pointed at Oliver Keith, staring at the remote control in his hand.

The professor chuckled softly, "Jian Ruochen, your friends don't care about you as much as you think. Are they unwilling to go to the West District Tunnel with you to die?"

"You see, your popularity is just like this."

·

Western Harbour Tunnel.

Xu Minyi slowly moved out from under the accident vehicle, holding the dismantled bomb against her chest, and made an OK gesture to Jian Ruochen.

Jian Ruochen gave a thumbs up, then tore off the tape that secured the intercom, took it to the side, and replied in a flat tone, "Then I'm so sad."

Oliver Keith panicked for a moment, feeling something was wrong, but when he thought of the bomb in his hand, he calmed down.

It’s okay, he still has a trump card.

Jian Ruochen probably couldn't have imagined that this was a bomb triggered by weight.

Hong Kong is a place with backward conditions, and it is impossible for Chinese police officers to have the same knowledge as the British.

Oliver Keith held up the remote control, "Put down the gun and let me leave, or I'll press it."

He stared at Guan Yingjun with red eyes.

Almost, almost succeeded!

But in order to escape at this time, he could only take Jian Ruochen as a hostage to save his own life. As long as he runs away from Hong Kong and returns to Britain, the scum in this land will be unable to do anything to him!

"Press it."

Oliver Keith was in a daze for a moment. Was it Guan Yingjun who said that?

No, the person in front of me didn't open his mouth.

The next second, he suddenly lowered his head and looked at the intercom that had been pinned to his waist. Jian Ruochen's unhurried voice came from it, "Press it and give it a try."

"Olivier Conant Keith."

He paused, then suddenly sighed, "You really don't deserve the name Conant."

The old professor with gray hair on his temples was stiff all over, and in an instant, sweat broke out all over his back. His eyes were frozen, almost popping out of their sockets.

How could that be? how so?

He didn't understand why Jian Ruochen kept calling Lu Rong just a quarter of an hour ago.

Why has everything changed now!

Oliver Keith slammed the detonation button.

The next moment, Guan Yingjun couldn't bear it anymore and kicked him in the stomach.

Oliver Keith retched and his back hit the window frame behind him, breaking a piece of the glass.

Bi Xianxian immediately lowered her head, raised her hands to hug the fire extinguisher, and touched its metal sheet obsessively, "It's really beautiful."

Zhang Xingzong blew a tuneless whistle, took out a dozen evidence bags from his pocket, and began to pretend to collect dry powder on the shoe cabinet, pretending that he did not see Guan Yingjun kicking someone.

Soon they said that it was Professor Keith who fell because he did not stand firmly, and it had nothing to do with them, Sir Guan!

Guan Yingjun thought of Jian Ruochen, and the heart-wrenching feeling he had when he heard about the bomb in the West District Tunnel in the office. He actually felt like he had survived a disaster.

He grabbed Oliver Keith's hair, lifted him up, and threw him to the floor.

“Boom!”

Liu Sizheng: ...What a loud head!

I'll submit the report later...just write that it was Professor Keith who crashed into the car, and it has nothing to do with Group A!

Oliver Keith stared blankly at the walkie-talkie that had fallen to the ground.

There is only silence.

There was no explosion, and no screaming.

Then, a very light laugh was heard.

Jian Ruochen said, "See you at the police station, Professor."