Chapter 39 Tell me...I beg you.

Jian Ruochen got out of the car without changing his expression.

Guan Yingjun stood outside the car door, feeling the cold wind blowing on his head, and calmed down a little. "Which building did you live in before?"

"The second building." Jian Ruochen pointed forward and straightened the corners of his mouth.

"It's my fault for being suspicious of you." Guan Yingjun said as he walked.

He has always been invincible, but when facing Jian Ruochen, his previously successful thinking and tactics seemed to be useless.

Jian Ruochen didn't expect him to be so frank, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond.

Guan Yingjun was silent for a while, his voice low and hoarse, "The reason I want to investigate you this time is because of me..."

He breathed heavily and glanced at those beautiful eyes. His throat choked up and he didn't know what to say, let alone express his thoughts out loud.

The Tai Sheung To Quarry is located in the easternmost part of Kowloon and is a slum area.

Jian Ruochen is exquisite and beautiful, which makes her look out of place here.

The young man stood in the wind, his expression hardly changed, he looked natural and open-minded, looking like a fox fairy who was equally powerful as tigers and wolves.

The fox fairy only needs to exhale slightly to make jackals, tigers and leopards retreat step by step, and change the offense and defense.

Jian Ruochen laughed.

For Guan Yingjun, truth is paramount.

Once you have doubts and curiosity, you will keep them in your mind until you find the answers.

He could understand this spirit of getting to the bottom of things.

This is the criminal police's conditioned reflex.

But this situation cannot continue any longer, as it will affect their cooperation.

It would be best to let Guan Yingjun find the answer himself at this time, because now, no matter whether he tells the truth or a lie, Guan Yingjun will not believe it.

He only believes what he sees.

Jian Ruo silently put his hands in his pockets and raised his chin towards the low-rent housing, "Check it out, but if you want to check it out, you must be prepared to bear the consequences."

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Guan Yingjun followed behind Jian Ruochen and regretted not looking into his eyes for a few more seconds.

If he watched for a few more seconds, he would know whether Jian Ruochen was smiling sincerely or faking it.

Now we can only move forward.

The lights in the low-rent area are temporary.

When the wind blew, the iron cone lampshade swayed, and the light made the dusty road look bumpy.

Guan Yingjun glanced around.

He had never lived in such a shabby house even when he was undercover.

In Bangkok, only low-level drug-making workers and drug traffickers live in straw huts and containers.

No wonder Jian Ruochen wanted to distance himself from Jiang Mingshan in public.

If Jiang Mingshan could squeeze a little money out of his fingers, Jian Ruochen wouldn't have to suffer so much.

The staggered footsteps of the two people fell on the gravel and sand beside the construction site.

Jian Ruochen stopped and looked back: "It's here, I used to live in the third room on the second floor."

He raised his chin towards the building above and said, "Go ahead. There's a high turnover of people here. All of the people living here are workers who work in the quarry. I don't know if the house I lived in before has been rented out."

Jian Ruochen's expression was calm. "If it's not rented out, the landlord should live in the factory residential area not far away. We can go and ask him to open the door."

Guan Yingjun clenched his fists, his knuckles turning white.

He was clearly the one investigating Jian Ruochen, yet he felt that he was the one being judged.

Jian Ruochen only hesitated briefly when he said the wrong thing in the hospital, and he has been like this ever since...with ease.

He raised his hand and knocked on the door of the low-rent housing.

Soon there was a sound of dragging heels coming from inside.

The man opened the door, looking very impatient, holding a bottle of wine in his hand, "Who are you here in the middle of the night?"

As the iron door opened, a wave of hot air rushed out with a sour smell, which was stinky and mixed with the smell of vomit.

Jian Ruochen was forced to take a step back, but saw Guan Yingjun, who had a sensitive nose, standing still at the door. He took out his ID and said, "Cid, come over and check something."

The man sobered up all of a sudden, "Sir? I didn't do anything wrong, did I?"

Guan Yingjun didn't answer directly. He took out his workbook and asked, "When did you move in? How much do you know about the previous tenant? Did the previous tenant leave anything behind?"

When the man heard that the police officer was not investigating him, he quickly cooperated and said, "I moved in a month ago. The houses here are cheap and in short supply, and they are close to where I work. I moved in as soon as one became available."

He touched his head and chuckled, "The previous tenant was very famous in our quarry. He was very good-looking, with a fair complexion. It was said that he had a small red mole on the tip of his ear."

Beautiful women are always the subject of discussion among co-workers in their spare time.

Guan Yingjun exerted force with his fingers, and the tip of the pen drew a twisted arc on the workbook. The delusion in the man's tone was disturbing.

He raised his eyes solemnly, "Where are the things left by the previous tenant?"

The man licked his lips and said guiltily, "Sell it as scrap."

Jian Ruochen is leisurely.

I thought: You’re lying.

But this time he won't remind Sir Guan.

Guan Yingjun said: "When you spoke, your neck turned red, your nose was congested, your head tilted slightly, and your lips pursed for a moment. You are lying."

Jian Ruochen:?

Guan Yingjun actually learned the micro-expressions of lying?

He came out and said, "I want to take the book back. Is it still with you?"

Guan Yingjun was surprised and felt relieved.

With such frank cooperation, even if there is something fishy, ​​maybe... maybe it is just a small problem that is harmless.

The man was stunned for a moment when he saw Jian Ruochen.

It’s so beautiful, just like the gods in heaven.

Too bad he's a man.

He swallowed and said in a daze: "Books... I burned part of the books. There is only one left."

Jian Ruochen: ...

You, why don’t you finish burning it?

Although the original owner's books are all second-hand books, there is no guarantee that there will be the original owner's handwriting on them.

In the 1990s in Hong Kong, the police station did not have specialized handwriting identification and needed to seek external assistance.

But Li Changyu is Guan Yingjun's foreign aid. Teacher Li is an all-rounder in criminal psychology!

Jian Ruochen's mind raced, and she reached out to the man, "One copy, can you give it back to me?"

The man had been drinking and was not sober to begin with. When the person in front of him smiled, he immediately turned around in a daze and pulled out a book that was half soaked in diesel fuel from under a paint bucket filled with firewood.

The upper part of the book had been burned to a charcoal color, and the lower part was stained with butter, making it too dirty to start with.

Jian Ruochen reached out his hand, but saw another hand reaching out from the side.

Guan Yingjun held up a corner of the book with a handkerchief and grabbed it, "Let me do it, so as not to dirty you."

Jian Ruochen pursed her lips.

Guan Yingjun looked at the name on the title page.

It was a very naive note, with the three words "Jian Ruochen" written stroke by stroke in regular script.

Unlike Jian Ruochen, his handwriting was smooth and confident, with a strong edge and you could tell he had practiced hard.

You can tell that they are two people without any identification.

He calmly tore off the corner of his name and wrapped it in a handkerchief, but thought in his heart.

Maybe he remembered it wrong. Jian Ruochen could not write like a great calligrapher. This was the only word Jian Ruochen could write.

He remembered it wrongly. It would not be too late to make a conclusion after Jian Ruochen fell into the car and rewrote it.

Guan Yingjun returned the book and said, "The oil is useless after being soaked like this. Just keep burning it."

Jian Ruochen turned to the man and asked, "Anything else? I can buy my own things with money."

He had to go through all the things and get the information. He didn't want to come to this place again.

Everyone in this world loves money.

Under the temptation, the drunk man took out a plastic bottle from the cabinet next to him. On the bottle were two black words handwritten in marker - Vitamin B.

The man stared at Jian Ruochen's face and rubbed his hands, saying, "This is the only one I have. I asked the landlord, and he said this is...some tonic. I wanted to take it myself, but I chewed four of them one morning and fainted on the construction site that day."

"Later, I didn't dare to eat it. How do you eat this thing? Do you chew it?"

"Yes." Jian Ruochen turned the bottle and took a quick look.

This vitamin is a "three-no" product and there is no label on the bottle. But even if it is a fake drug without any quality assurance, drug dealers generally only dare to put cheap vitamin C or starch tablets in it.

How could these things possibly take down a grown man?

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes, his tone a little stiff, "Can I see it?"

Jian Ruochen placed the medicine bottle in his palm and said, "Take it for testing. I suspect there is something wrong."

Guan Yingjun: “…Hmm?”

So frank?

He was a little slow to react and stood in shock holding the medicine bottle.

"What kind of vitamin B can make people dizzy?"

Jian Ruochen smiled as he spoke, "No wonder I feel better and better after leaving the rental house."

Luo Binwen's treatment was certainly effective, but the lightness of the body could not deceive people. In the past, this body was extremely thin, the face was haggard, and he gasped for breath with every step.

Part of the reason was poverty, but in the 1990s, opportunities were everywhere in Hong Kong.

According to the original owner's hard-working character, there would be absolutely no problem for him to serve dishes and wash dishes in a restaurant, and there was no reason why he could not have enough food.

But when he first arrived, this body was abnormally weak.

Jian Ruochen: "Now that I think about it, maybe I was drugged before."

He went over the original owner's enemies in his mind.

Although Jiang Hanyu is a suspect, he needs the original owner's blood to survive and will not do anything to poison anyone.

Lu Qian is also a suspect, but the conflict between Lu Qian and the original owner has not reached an irreconcilable level.

In the original novel, Jian Ruochen did not touch Lu Qian's interests.

If it was neither Lu Qian nor Jiang Hanyu, then who was the person who drugged him?

It's a pity that he didn't inherit the original owner's memory. All the information came from that vague novel, otherwise he could have gone further.

When Jian Ruochen was thinking.

Guan Yingjun was also thinking.

If Jian Ruochen was not the same person before and after, how could he know that he had been drugged as soon as he saw vitamin B?

It can't be that the body is one but the souls are two?

So should he continue solving the case or go to worship a fortune teller?

There was a similar case handled by the contemporary top killer Le Jinwen. There was a serial killer who killed seven people. When he was arrested, he claimed that he was innocent and that it was four other people who did it. The interrogation room went crazy on the spot, which scared Le Jinwen to death.

Would Jian Ruochen be in that situation?

Guan Yingjun put the bottle of vitamin B in the evidence bag and asked, "Do you remember where this medicine came from?"

Jian Ruochen shrugged, "Sir Guan, it's your job to find this out, right? It's been so long, I don't remember it."

He took out a 1,000 Hong Kong dollar note from his pocket and handed it to the man, "Take good care of yourself and don't get dirty. It's easy to get sick."

The man was stunned, reached out to take the Hong Kong dollar, and rubbed it between his thumb and index finger.

Is a book or a bottle of medicine worth so much money?

Or... Jian Ruochen just meant well, so what he said was literal, wanting him to clean himself up?

Jian Ruochen took one last look around the room.

I didn't expect that I would have an unexpected gain from this trip...

If this worker was a little more honest and not so fond of taking advantage, it would be difficult for him to know that there was something wrong with the bottle of medicine.

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The two left the residential area and got into the car one after the other.

Guan Yingjun took out a workbook and a portable pen and handed them over, "Write your name."

Jian Ruochen held the ballpoint pen and wrote on the paper without hiding anything.

Guan Yingjun slowly opened his clenched fist, unfolded his handkerchief, revealing the piece of paper wrapped in his palm.

Two completely different names were put on the table, destroying his last bit of luck.

The piece of writing I just wrote was very elegant and graceful, and it was obvious that it was the result of careful practice.

The one soaked in oil is just neat and pretty, and can be described as naive and serious.

Guan Yingjun's hands holding the notebook and paper were trembling slightly.

I felt as if an invisible hand was strangling my throat, making my neck ache and swell. I spoke with difficulty, "I need an explanation. How can a person write two completely different handwritings in such a short time? Only one month..."

"Who are you?"

He could barely hold the two light objects, and threw them onto the small platform on the dashboard.

After retracting his hand, he reached behind his waist and felt for a gun. However, he couldn't bear to point the gun at Jian Ruochen, so he had to pull off the handcuffs and handcuff Jian Ruochen's right hand together with his left hand.

Jian Ruochen made up an excuse, "I practiced calligraphy."

Guan Yingjun's eyes dropped.

Jian Ruochen's breathing became tight, and he suddenly felt an oppressive feeling that he had never felt before from Guan Yingjun, which was hard to ignore.

There is forbearance in the calmness, and it carries the ultimate and unquestionable authority of a superior.

Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and said, "Guan Yingjun, if you don't believe me, take me to do a DNA comparison test. The admissions examination of the Medical College of Hong Kong University is very strict. The information is all there, and the DNA was also recorded."

He took a deep breath and looked Guan Yingjun in the eye without dodging, "What on earth are you doubting about!"

Guan Yingjun raised his hand and used the handcuffs to pull the man closer, his voice trembling slightly, "You don't even know your congenital disease."

"You can't possibly learn to write like this in a month. You're still lying to me."

DNA...

The most important thing is DNA.

A red mole on the tip of the ear, a lively expression, and a mixed-race appearance.

All signs indicate that Jian Ruochen's physical characteristics are very strong and cannot be deliberately replaced.

But how can one person have two souls?

Reason and emotion collide, and absurdity confronts reality.

The conflict between reasoning and common sense almost tore Guan Yingjun apart. "Who are you? Where are you from? How did you get here? Is it..."

The more he investigated, the more he knew, and the more confused he became.

Jian Ruochen looked at him and saw clearly the expression on the man's face.

The man's eyes seemed to be filled with a thousand struggles, and his whole body was tense and strained.

But there was no place to vent that energy, so he could only hold it in his heart, causing his breathing to become heavy and his face to turn red.

Guan Yingjun lowered his head and squeezed out a sentence from between his lips and teeth: "Tell me...I am begging you."

Jian Ruochen blinked and looked carefully at Guan Yingjun's expression. The man could even say such words, but the expression on his face was not as simple as coaxing.

He was really struggling, fighting against his inner choice.

Why?

Jian Ruochen couldn't figure it out for a moment, so he grabbed the handcuffs chain with his backhand and pulled with all his strength. Guan Yingjun was not paying attention and was pulled forward.

Jian Ruochen leaned close to his ear and urged him, "Sir Guan, if you have the guts, let me sit on the interrogation chair right now and think of a reason to interrogate me... Is he a drug lord or a spy from another country? I don't care——"

Guan Yingjun's whole body was tense, like a hard stone.

His eyes widened in horror, "Jian Ruochen!"

Suddenly, the hysterical voice suppressed in the throat interrupted the unfinished words.

Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and saw the slightly protruding blue veins on Guan Yingjun's neck bulging.

Guan Yingjun felt as if his rationality was about to be blown away by the wind. "If I had wanted to interrogate you a long time ago, I would not have brought you here, nor would I have waited until now, let alone sit next to you and talk to you!"

He undid the handcuffs and stood up, moving a little further away from Jian Ruochen, barely maintaining his precarious rationality: "I'm going to take you to see Li Changyu."

Jian Ruo narrowed her eyes slightly.

There is really something wrong with Guan Yingjun.

The logic of this behavior does not seem to be intended to prove his guilt at all.

How strange.

Why did Guan Yingjun take him to see Li Changyu?

In terms of behavioral motivation.

It seems that Sir Guan is not proving that he is "guilty", but is trying to prove that he is "innocent".

Forced to the point of having a kind of...

It means self-persuasion.