Chapter 131 Keith Keeps Quiet About This

The freedom that was within reach disappeared.

In such great joy and sorrow, Oliver Keith's eyes rolled back, his ears rang and he felt dizzy. He collapsed to the ground exhausted, making a slight muffled sound.

Liu Sizheng quickly pulled him up and dragged him aside, "Sit down and get my exam materials!"

Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment, then he lowered his eyes and saw a thick stack of inspector examination materials.

This honest man usually keeps quiet, but he works so hard behind the scenes.

"A Zheng, why are you preparing for the inspector's exam? Don't you want to be promoted to police sergeant first?" Zhang Xingzong said as he squatted down and sorted out his things.

"Studying for the Inspector level and above is different. I thought that since I have enough academic qualifications, I might as well just take the Inspector level exam. Besides... even if I pass the exam, I may not be able to become one." Liu Sizheng sighed and said sadly, "Our special joint investigation team has been established for more than six years. Now we only need Lu Rong to finish the work. Once Lu Rong is caught, we will definitely go our separate ways."

All the police officers in Group A were stunned.

Although I had solved another serial case, I felt sad before I could even feel happy.

Ding Gao caught a freshly bought shaqima in the morning and ate it with gusto. He said vaguely, "Hey, we haven't caught Lu Rong yet. He's even more cunning than Lu Qian. Maybe it will take another four or five years to catch him."

Bi Xianxian rolled her eyes and said, "Okay, Ding Gao, you and Liu Sizheng go take Oliver Keith back. I'll go handle the follow-up procedures."

On such a happy occasion, you can't say anything nice.

When Oliver Keith's figure completely disappeared from the Serious Crime Squad, everyone felt as if they were in another world. They all breathed a sigh of relief and let go of the burden in their hearts.

The case involving Oliver Keith was a very difficult one.

They started by looking for Jiang Hanyu's other boss, found the code book and phenmethylol, and then encountered the building bombing case and the weight-loss pills that appeared out of nowhere on the campus of Hong Kong University.

Even until Oliver Keith was arrested, the diet pill incident at Hong Kong University was not truly resolved. The only thing that was obtained was a confession that the diet pill was indeed phenmethylol.

Oliver Keith is meticulous because of his timidity and cunning because of his greed.

In the past two or three months, they have been working day and night in fear, for fear of missing any key information.

"These cases are really..." Lin Jiacheng glanced at his legs.

It's summer now, so everyone should dress coolly. He was also wearing a pair of army green shorts today, with his calves exposed. There was a round scar on his calf, which was caused by a gunshot wound he received when he was chasing the code book.

"Ah... it's all thanks to Consultant Jian." Huo Mingxuan smiled and shook his head. "The code book was found by Consultant Jian, and the fish king Du Luoxin was found by Consultant Jian. Even Feng Ye's situation back then was found out by Consultant Jian after visiting each family one by one."

"Yes." Zhang Xingzong said enviously, holding his chin, "The key information was obtained by Consultant Jian."

"This interrogation has lasted for 20 hours at most..." Lin Jiacheng exclaimed, "I felt tired just listening to it from outside, but Consultant Jian was sitting inside, concentrating so hard that he managed to hold on."

Zhang Xingzong sat up straight, "I was so angry in there! This Englishman is so shameless. I don't know how Consultant Jian could remain calm in front of that kind of person! He has such a good temper."

"He has a good temper?" Huo Mingxuan raised his head and smiled, "If he had a good temper, would Oliver Keith be so angry that he fainted?"

Talking about Jian Ruochen's endless rhetoric in the interrogation room, everyone felt a little unsatisfied. The more they reviewed and pondered, the more they felt that this interrogation method was truly eye-opening.

Lin Jiacheng crossed his legs and leaned back on the chair. "Too strong... Now that I think about it, when Oliver Keith mentioned the bail again today, Consultant Jian knew that he was not familiar with the underlying logic of the bail and quickly developed a response plan."

Huo Mingxuan agreed, "The key is not to give the money all at once, but to give it bit by bit, which makes Oliver Keith more confident that the bail money can buy his freedom."

Everyone gathered around Jian Ruochen and praised him for a while, and Zhang Xingzong even took out a bag of vegetarian roast goose from the drawer and handed it to everyone to share.

Jian Ruochen grabbed three small packets of spicy flavored snacks, and while Guan Yingjun was not in the office, he opened them one by one and stuffed them into his mouth. Before he could swallow them, he heard familiar footsteps.

Guan Yingjun and others came back after completing the formalities and smelled a salty and spicy smell as soon as they entered the office.

He glanced at the empty packaging in the trash can and walked over to Jian Ruochen, who was drinking water. "Have you eaten?"

Jian Ruochen's eyes shifted, and he said stubbornly: "I didn't eat it. Look, there is no wrapping paper in your trash can."

"I threw it to Zhang Xingzong." Guan Yingjun said bluntly, "Zhang Xingzong has a light taste and would not eat so much vegetarian roast goose at one time. The other people have two or three in the trash can next to their desks. You are the only one who has none?"

Jian Ruochen opened his eyes sincerely, and his fox eyes were forced to become almond eyes: "No."

Guan Yingjun: …

He took out a tissue, pressed it against the edge of Jian Ruochen's drinking cup and rubbed it, rubbing out a little soy sauce-colored sauce.

I didn't even have time to wipe my mouth clean.

Since he was caught red-handed, he had no choice but to confess.

Jian Ruochen hummed an interjection with a weak tone, "I just ate a little."

It's just three spicy roast geese. If you don't know, you might think Guan Sir is worried.

Are you addicted to vegetarian roast goose? What will you do in the future?

Guan Yingjun said softly: "The food outside is too salty and spicy. If you want to eat it, I will make it for you."

"Really?" Jian Ruochen raised his eyes suspiciously.

"Yeah." Guan Yingjun rolled up the paper he had used to wipe the cup and threw it into the trash can. "Wipe your mouth and get ready to eat."

The group roughly sorted out the things on the table. The follow-up work would take more than half a month to complete, so there was no rush.

Everyone walked out of the serious crime team and started discussing where to go for dinner.

Zhang Xingzong rubbed his hands and said, "Let's go eat pork chop buns. There's a new ice cream parlor next to the coffee shop downstairs. I heard from Liang Xinyue that the pork chop buns there are really good, with lots of sauce! They've also come up with a new fried tenderloin, which is really delicious."

Jian Ruochen nodded immediately: "Okay, okay."

Liu Sizheng laughed twice: "Why does the little god of wealth like to eat food that tastes like street food?"

Jian Ruo glared at him, "We need to use the oil that has been used to fry many chicken legs, fry the pork chops and tenderloin, and then brush them with salty sauce. In order to save costs, those merchants use the soup from blanching bones to make the sauce. The meat flavor is soaked in it, and it is very fragrant."

He swallowed his saliva involuntarily, "Let's go to that restaurant. I'll treat you~"

"Wu~" Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng high-fived each other, "Little God of Wealth is so generous!"

Everyone was talking and laughing as they walked out of the police station, and they met Du Luoxin, who was holding a helmet.

Du Luoxin paused, and seeing the faces of the police officers, he looked at Jian Ruochen in a daze: "Has the case been solved? Has the person been caught?"

"The person who killed Feng Ye has confessed." Jian Ruochen raised his hand and glanced at his watch.

The Director of Security stayed in office until after three in the afternoon. They interrogated Oliver Keith for more than eight hours and then completed the follow-up procedures. It was now almost two in the morning.

Du Luoxin was holding the retractable strap of his helmet and holding a red plastic bag in his hand.

He was a little embarrassed. "I saw an article in the newspaper outside...Secretary of Security Noland intended to bail out Oliver Keith. I was anxious for the moment, so I came here to wait and see."

"Noranda," Ding Gao corrected him. "Noranda Weir."

"Don't worry. Oliver Keith's crime is established, and the evidence is irrefutable. No one can bail him out." Jian Ruochen thought about it, but still didn't step forward. He just stood there and said, "The case has entered the final closing procedure. Our West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit will not let the criminal escape."

Du Luoxin breathed a sigh of relief, his nose sour. He handed over the red plastic bag and said, "Thank you for your hard work. This is a little sweet cake made by Feng Ye's mother. I know that policemen have high salaries, so they may not appreciate this little gift. If you don't mind..."

Zhang Xingzong took it and said, "I don't mind, I don't mind."

Jian Ruochen comforted him, "We were able to solve the case thanks to the cooperation of the people in the fishing village. The information you provided was also crucial. Giving justice to the victim is also what we should do."

He grabbed Du Luoxin's hand and shook it vigorously, "Thank you too."

Du Luoxin suddenly choked up and could hardly utter a word.

He kept thinking these days, if only he had tried harder to find Feng Ye five years ago, if only he had studied hard when he was a child, and gone abroad to study with Feng Ye.

In this way, Feng Ye would not have easily believed the professor just because no one had common topics with him after returning to China.

Feng Ye is his brother.

Jian Ruochen let go of her hand and said, "Take good care of Feng Ye's family. After a while...when Oliver Keith goes to court, you may have to testify in court."

Du Luoxin nodded heavily, and the tears in his eyes fell out with the force, hitting the ground in front of the police station gate and quickly disappeared into the concrete floor.

He whispered, "Thank you."

The sound was so light that it seemed about to break into pieces in the wind.

After Du Luoxin finished speaking, without waiting for an answer, he put on his helmet, got on the motorcycle parked outside the police station, leaned over and turned the accelerator.

With the sound of the engine jetting, the somewhat old red motorcycle disappeared around the corner.

Zhang Xingzong looked at it and sighed softly: "It's still too chaotic. When the public security is improved, we won't have to face such sad families of victims."

I feel really bad.

"It will be fine soon. Everything will get better." Jian Ruochen said firmly.

Guan Yingjun tilted his eyes slightly and glanced at the person beside him.

What kind of place can produce such people?

She is so determined and has faith. Underneath her calmness and courage that are not in line with her age, she also has a cuteness that is in line with her age.

For example...a bit salty and spicy.

Went into the ice room and got the fried tenderloin.

Guan Yingjun quickly grabbed Jian Ruochen's hand that was reaching for the chili powder, grabbed it and shoved it under the table, "Alright."

Jian Ruochen pulled out something but failed, so he took a bite of the cumin pork tenderloin in disappointment.

Hey, why is the tenderloin here tasteless?

·

The next day.

The whole of Hong Kong was flooded with news that the Secretary for Security, Noranda Weir, was attempting to cover up the Lotus murderer and extradite him back to China.

Jian Ruochen stood in front of the newsstand in the police station and bought a tabloid from various newspapers. He sat on the curb, drinking bubble milk tea that cost eight yuan a bag, and read the pages one by one.

[A 60-year-old man turned out to be the scumbag of the century, helping his fellow villager who murdered someone to get away with it! 】

[British Hong Kong captured West Kowloon!] He actually ate a lot in the crime squad lounge and wanted to take the murderer away! 】

[61-year-old security guard (chief) was brutally expelled, the inside story of the shocking case! 】

…

The word "explosion" is written in black with a red background, which is very eye-catching.

The media highlighted the events of that day, reporting in such detail that it seemed as if they had seen the negotiation between Lin Yazhi and Noranda Weir.

Jian Ruochen finished his milk tea, threw away the bag, smiled in a good mood, and handed out the newspapers he had read to the office workers passing by.

The headlines used by Hong Kong media are sensational. I'm sure the printing factory five blocks away will have to scrap a few machines because of the additional issues.

He stood at the door of the police station for a while, waiting for the smell of milk tea on his body to dissipate and not be smelled by the dog, then turned and walked into the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.

Oliver Keith confessed a lot of things, and even the remaining seven bodies needed to be investigated.

Xiang Jingrong from the West Kowloon Forensic Science Department and his apprentices were so tired of trying to piece together the corpses.

The last time so many people fought in a row was when Chen Ba was selling human meat and roast meat rice.

The case was solved, and Group A became idle, while the other groups became busy.

Chen Jincai spent a long time outside doing evidence comparison and field investigations. After finishing the work for a whole summer, he became even darker.

It's darker, but there's more money.

A month later, the bodies of all nine victims were identified by their families, and the case entered the final stage of evidence verification.

It was Sunday morning during the last week of summer vacation.

The STN morning news reported that Noranda Weir had stepped down and was sent back home.

Jian Ruochen was eating French toast and watching the dull expression of Noranda Weir on TV. He hummed in a good mood, "Uncle Luo, if the British call you recently to ask for cooperation, you should be more relaxed and let them have a little taste of sweetness, not too much, just a little bit will do."

It's not to the point where all is lost.

"Okay." Luo Binwen was a little absent-minded, and the silver fork actually made a little sound on the porcelain plate.

Jian Ruochen looked over and met a deep gaze. He pursed his lips and quickly looked away.

Luo Binwen sighed, "Young Master, are you hiding from me?"

"..." Jian Ruochen's eyes retracted a little, "Actually... there's something I don't know how to tell you."

Luo Binwen put down his knife and fork and said softly, "There's no need to worry too much among family members. Just speak frankly."

"It's about Mom." Jane Ruochen sat up straight and recounted clearly and slowly everything Oliver Conant Keith had confessed in the interrogation room.

The truth is cruel.

He held it in for a month and simulated the scene of saying it out loud countless times in his mind, but when he saw Luo Binwen's white hair, his lips seemed to be glued and he couldn't open them.

"...She took the initiative to ask the nuns to replace the baby. She wanted to take me back to England." Jian Ruochen's throat was a little blocked, and he finished the last sentence with difficulty, "But Oliver Keith arrived. He took advantage of my mother's weakness after giving birth, pulled out the oxygen tube, faked heavy bleeding, and set fire to the church hospital."

Luo Binwen stared at Jian Ruochen for a while, then suddenly lowered his head and raised his hands to cover his eyes.

His hands were shaking, his exposed lips were quivering slightly, and his nostrils were flaring slightly, but there were no tears.

This was the first time Jian Ruochen saw an expression of extreme pain on a real person.

He moved the chair away, walked to Luo Binwen, gently embraced him, hugged him tightly, and stuffed the towel into his hand.

Luo Binwen grabbed the handkerchief and whispered, "She doesn't like Jiang Mingshan."

"Yeah." Jian Ruochen responded softly.

Luo Binwen leaned back in his chair and was stunned for a while. "When we first came to Hong Kong, it was the second year after Crystal officially inherited the family property. At that time, the situation within the family had stabilized, and we planned to come here to see if there were any new business opportunities."

"She has always had a good business vision and invested in many public welfare projects that the British looked down upon at the time. I thought these projects would not make much money, but they turned out to be the backbone of Conant's market expansion in Hong Kong."

"She likes milk tea very much. She once said that she wanted to buy an old recipe in Xiangjiang next time and hire the boss who made the best milk tea to open a chain of milk tea shops. But one day, she met Jiang Mingshan and quickly forgot what she said. She would not do this before."

"But I don't care. I just don't like Jiang Mingshan. Why didn't I care at the time?"

Because he thought that he would get married as planned after returning. The old head of the Conant family asked him to grow up with Crystal, and everyone knew it.

He was too young and too confident.

Luo Binwen choked up.

When I heard the truth, the tears that had not yet fallen suddenly welled up in my eyes and fell drop by drop on the napkin spread out on my legs.

Jian Ruochen's eyes felt a little hot.

He turned his head away and paused for a moment.

Luo Binwen pulled the napkin off his legs, stood up and said, "Sometimes I am too confident. I even believed a murderer repeatedly and told you that he had no interest in the family property. I almost hurt you."

Jian Ruochen: "No. Oliver Keith is very good at lying. People who spend a long time with him are more likely to be deceived."

Luo Binwen looked at Jian Ruochen, but his eyes were a little unfocused.

Jian Ruochen and Crystal look so alike that it makes one feel like the 19-year-old, lively Crystal is standing in front of them again.

Soon, Luo Binwen looked away.

Jian Ruochen said, "Uncle Luo, when the date for Oliver Keith's transfer to the court is set, do you want to go to the trial?"

"Go." Luo Binwen said.

"Then I'll go first." Jian Ruochen pulled out a plastic bag, poured the unfinished French toast into the bag, and left the restaurant to Luo Binwen.

Rather than comfort, Luo Binwen needs some personal space now.

Jian Ruochen jumped into the Alpha equipped with bulletproof glass and urged the bodyguard to drive.

It's certainly comfortable to always ride in a car driven by someone else, but it's time to get a driver's license.

Otherwise, if I ever find myself in a situation where I have to chase a murderer alone, would I be required to drive without a license?

Jian Ruochen calculated the time and found that he was so busy that he had no time to study or take the exam. He might have to wait until he graduated from university.

When we arrived at the gate of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, I got off the car and saw Lin Yazhi standing at the gate of the police station, holding an impromptu press conference.

Next to her stood the chief commander of the West Kowloon Police Station, who was wearing a white shirt and short-sleeved shirt. In front of her was a makeshift podium. Compared with the somewhat old commander-in-chief, Officer Lin Yazhi looked energetic.

The reporter raised his hand and asked, "What was Professor Oliver Keith's motive for killing nine returning astrophysics talents in a row? Was it just to plagiarize academic achievements? Did he have the motive to deliberately kill Chinese talents and affect the development of Hong Kong?"

Lin Yazhi said seriously: "Plagiarizing academic achievements is the profit that Oliver Keith gained after committing the crime. As for whether he deliberately killed talents and affected the development of Hong Kong, Oliver Keith kept silent about it."

Jian Ruochen: "..."

Wow, the West Kowloon Crime Unit’s ability to respond to reporters’ ambiguous questions has really improved!

This time the reporter must have written according to his own understanding.

He looked at the reporter who asked the question and found out that he was sent by STN.

Our people are indeed professional.

Reporter: "Will the families of the victims be compensated? How much will it be?"

Lin Yazhi: "Olivier Keith's property will be collected by a special person and distributed equally to the victims' families."

The reporter asked again: "The West Kowloon Crime Unit's speed in solving cases seems a bit abnormal. May I ask if you have used torture to force the suspects to tell the truth?"

Jian Ruochen glanced at the microphone he raised and actually tore off the label on purpose!

He subconsciously picked up his cell phone to take a picture of the reporter's face, but as soon as he raised it, he was staring at the gray-green classic PHS screen.

Oh, I forgot...

Today's mobile phones do not have camera capabilities.

We have to find a way to get the employees at Electronic Technology to build one.