Chapter 41 Holding Hands

Li Changyu's compassionate gaze fell on Guan Yingjun.

He turned to the tea station and poured the remaining orange juice into a travel cup. "Xiao Chen, take some orange juice for the journey."

The palms and backs of your hands are all made of flesh.

One is the child he raised, and the other is his first disciple.

Li Changyu looked at Jian Ruochen's delicate face, and suddenly he couldn't say anything to persuade him to forgive Guan Yingjun. He could only say dryly, "I've already told him."

"Thank you, teacher." Jian Ruochen took the cup with both hands and glanced at the other party's hesitant expression. "Teacher, you don't have to feel uncomfortable. I am also paid to do things. The relationship between me and Guan Sir is just mutually beneficial."

His tone was calm and gentle, calm and rational to the point of being cruel, "I take half of Guan Sir's salary, so I will naturally do my job as a consultant. You don't have to worry about us. I won't make things difficult for you."

Li Changyu was stunned.

His ability to process emotions is so strong that he is born to study psychology.

This is a talent.

But this is not a good thing for Guan Yingjun.

Jian Ruochen turned around and said, "Let's go, Guan Sir."

The room was very quiet, without a sound.

Guan Yingjun looked down at him, feeling mixed emotions. He barely suppressed the bitterness in his heart, took a deep breath, and cheered himself up, "Let's go."

Li Changyu stared at Guan Yingjun.

You stubborn guy, why don’t you leave?

Damn it.

how?

Will love turn into a piece of cake and fall on your head?

This gaze seemed to have substance, and Guan Yingjun immediately reached out to take the orange juice cup, "Can I help you carry it?"

Jian Ruochen glanced at him and let go: "Well, thank you."

Free labor is better used than wasted.

Guan Yingjun took the cup and felt a little relieved.

When he walked past the window where Jian Ruochen had stopped when he came, he asked, "There is a shopping district below the Jardine House. Do you want to go there? When do you want to go?"

"Let's talk about it after we finish the case." Jian Ruochen said calmly, "Under the current situation, it may be difficult to find time."

Guan Yingjun looked at the person walking half a body length away.

Jian Ruochen is six or seven years younger than him, and has the youthful vigor and vitality of a young man.

His face is still childish, with a kind of androgynous beauty. Every part of his body looks like white jade carefully carved. Even his hair is exceptionally soft, like silk floating in the wind, so beautiful that it is captivating.

The more he looked, the more the fire of anger in his heart burned.

What business is done in a fair and impartial manner.

He doesn't want to.

Would Jian Ruochen be likable in this way, and would he be fair and impartial with everyone?

Did he really have to watch Jian Ruochen stand with others?

The magma in Guan Yingjun's heart was rolling, licking his chest again and again, burning him so much that he felt extremely tormented.

He took a breath.

You should apologize first.

But to apologize is one thing, to be accepted is another.

Jian Ruochen felt this burning gaze, his mouth felt a little dry, and his eyelashes trembled.

Look at me, but don't say a word.

Guan Yingjun's mood seemed to have changed.

What did Teacher Li say to him just now?

He glanced sideways at Guan Yingjun and shrank back at the fiery gaze.

He can understand this expression...

Does Guan Yingjun like him?

Should we give it a try?

Jian Ruochen was extremely curious, and felt like a cat's claw was scratching his heart.

Guan Yingjun opened the car door and got in, and the two of them rushed to the place Zhang Xingzong mentioned.

Red lights all the way.

Whenever he was waiting for a red light, Guan Yingjun would turn his head to look at Jian Ruochen.

He thought for a while, and suddenly said: "Uncle Li said that you either have dissociative personality disorder or your soul has been replaced."

Jian Ruochen was startled by him.

Teacher Li is so fashionable?

But that's true, information flows quickly at the FBI, and there are also witches, psychics, and cults in the United States.

The FBI's Behavioral Analysis Unit is very knowledgeable about these types of cases.

Guan Yingjun looked at his wide eyes and smiled: "He also said that he had seen a witch in the United States who could talk to the dead and solve cases faster than him."

Jian Ruochen said "Oh" and nodded: "Teacher Li is indeed knowledgeable."

Guan Yingjun weighed his tone and said, "I won't investigate you anymore, please don't..."

The green light is on.

Guan Yingjun paused for a moment, started the car and rushed to the crime scene, turning the steering wheel and saying, "Don't be angry, this time it's my fault."

"Yeah." Jian Ruochen said softly, "I'm not angry."

"It's your job to eliminate suspicion and take every suspicious point in the mission seriously. I won't blame you."

This sentence was so gentle and humane that Guan Yingjun even thought that the relationship between him and Jian Ruochen had returned to what it was before.

But there is a subtle difference.

In the past, Jian Ruochen would lie on the car door and make jokes with him, saying sweet words all the time, but now, not a single word is uttered.

But he felt that Jian Ruochen was also very good, like a proud and shrewd little fox.

Guan Yingjun parked the car not far outside the cordon, opened the door and got out.

Pause while taking a step.

When he met Jian Ruochen on the first day, he thought: Anyone who lets down his guard in front of Jian Ruochen will be captured by her, and will be dizzy and dazzled.

Now he is the one who is dazzled.

The two walked to the gate of the cordon.

The patrolman in charge of guarding the cordon immediately raised the bright yellow cordon. After Guan Yingjun bent down and walked in, he raised his hand to raise the line a little higher to let Jian Ruochen come in.

The West Kowloon Forensic Identification Department is investigating the scene. This case was first reported to the division, but was transferred to the headquarters because of its extremely serious nature.

Divisional police are still at the scene.

"Colin! Submit the case records to the regional medical examiner, don't waste time!"

"Oh, I know--" Colin glanced at Guan Yingjun reluctantly and muttered, "General District, General District, does the General District think it's superior to others? They can handle any case they want. If this goes on, when will we get the second-class merit?"

Guan Yingjun was used to it, so he just pretended not to hear and ordered, "Hurry up, don't waste time."

Although the tone was cold, it was proper and Colin suddenly became bolder.

He glanced at Jian Ruochen who was following behind Guan Yingjun, his eyes fell on that beautiful light white hair, and his voice was a little louder, "Just investigate the case, why bring a vase?"

The paparazzi outside the cordon saw the three people confronting each other and immediately smelled news.

They raised their cameras, turned on the flash, and started clicking.

In the 1990s, the flash of film cameras was an additional feature. In order to take high-definition photos at night, these paparazzi and reporters did not hesitate to install high-power flash on their cameras.

A series of lights flashed, and Jian Ruochen immediately narrowed his eyes. The white light in front of his eyes turned into a white streak, leaving a double image.

He quickly turned his back to the light, and physiological tears fell from his eyes.

Guan Yingjun turned around, glanced at the paparazzi, and said in a voice that suppressed his anger: "Within 50 meters of the crime scene, no photos are allowed without permission. Please go back."

Colin was frightened, and his suspicious eyes moved between Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun, reaching a peak when Guan Sir took out eye drops from his pocket and handed them to him.

In the middle of the night, the rest of the Kowloon West Regional Crime Unit came separately.

Only Guan Yingjun came here with Jian Ruochen. Could they be living together?

He thought contemptuously: The Regional Police Office has praised this outside staff member to great heights, but in fact they are just trying to deify him, right?

After all, the Public Relations Department at the regional headquarters is the best at this. Those insignificant Hong Kong stars can become propaganda police who are well-versed in legal knowledge once they stand in front of the screen.

Sometimes, for the sake of respectability, these people would be sent to police academies to study for a period of time and given the lowest level of police rank.

Hype...

Jian Ruochen must have been hyped up this way. What real abilities could someone who hasn't even graduated from college or attended police school have?

…

Jian Ruochen reached out to take the bottle of eye drops from Guan Yingjun's hand, but because his eyes were full of spots and double images, he couldn't see clearly at all. He grabbed Guan Yingjun's thumb and pulled it as if it were a bottle of eye drops.

Guan Yingjun felt that Jian Ruochen had grabbed the tip of his heart.

Just a simple pull can make your whole body numb and your teeth ache.

He asked hoarsely, "Shall I give you some?"

Jian Ruochen originally wanted to refuse, but then he thought of testing Guan Yingjun.

So the words were on the tip of his tongue, and then he leaned over and said, "Okay, I can't see clearly, you give me some."

Guan Yingjun took a deep breath.

Such an angle and such half-covered eyes with misty tears in them really make people blush and their hearts beat faster.

The tip of the tongue in those thin lips was soaked in water. It just stretched out slightly to lick the pursed lip line and then gently retracted.

Guan Yingjun reached out and quickly pried open Jian Ruochen's eyelids, then used force with his fingers to squeeze the eye drops in neatly.

Jian Ruochen closed his eyes for a while, and said with a hint of laughter, "We are standing behind the patrolman to put eye drops in. Does that look like we are taking advantage of our position to do something bad?"

After he finished speaking, he immediately opened his eyes and observed Guan Yingjun's expression.

The double image in the eyes has disappeared, and the pupils are surprisingly bright.

Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple rolled up and down several times, and his voice was hoarse, "What do you mean?"

Jian Ruochen took a step forward.

If he doesn't figure it out today, he will be so curious that he won't be able to sleep.

Sir Guan had already tested him like that, and had provoked him...

What's wrong with returning the favor?

Jian Ruochen's heartbeat was a little faster, and he smiled with his lips hooked. He gently placed his hand on Guan Yingjun's arm, then moved it down, touched the base of his palm, then touched his fingers, and finally put his hand in, "I can't see clearly, take me in."

Guan Yingjun stood stiffly in the darkness, like a wax figure so silent that it was about to melt.

He was glad that there was no light here, so that he could hide all his filthy thoughts.

As Guan Yingjun led Jian Ruochen away, he said again: "I'm sorry, I was wrong today. I really shouldn't have tested you to that extent. Maybe I should talk to you before taking you to the university."

He grabbed Jian Ruochen's fingers and spoke faster and faster.

This was the first time he held hands with Jian Ruochen in a real sense. Before that, he was just acting.

This time he wanted to take the opportunity of giving someone away to get involved.

He could actually let go, but he couldn't bear to.

Jian Ruochen whispered, "Don't hold it so hard."

He can see the road clearly and won't fall.

Guan Yingjun loosened his grip a little and took him to the crime scene.

The palm of the hand is soft, not small, the fingers are long, without calluses, and very smooth.

Like a swimming fish.

Guan Yingjun raised his chin slightly, thinking even more excessively in his mind, but in reality he dared not say a word more. Even his apology had to be said in a repetitive manner, and he considered it again and again.

Jian Ruochen followed him to the foul-smelling crime scene and quickly pulled his hand out.

Guan Yingjun grabbed nothing and his thoughts were forced back to reality.

"Guan Yingjun..." Jian Ruochen couldn't laugh anymore, "You're really good."

Ah, although the flag was not completely raised, it was indeed tilted up.

To be honest, he didn't expect this to be the result when he reached out to test it.

After all, Guan Yingjun usually has a cold face and is cruel and ruthless to his team members and criminal suspects.

It’s so easy to do it behind the scenes… Never mind.

Thinking further ahead, Guan Yingjun could even maintain his sanity when he woke up and rush to the Dashangtuo Stone Mine to check on him.

Jian Ruochen: "...You are really good."

Guan Yingjun: “Hmm?”

"I said I shouldn't test you, do you think I can do it?"

Jian Ruochen: ...

He chuckled, "Yes, you are really good."

Three times of true success, each one is different.

Guan Yingjun heard that the last sentence was a sarcasm and didn't know how to respond for a moment.

He glanced at the crime scene not far away, and his messy thoughts immediately disappeared.

It's time to work.

Colin kept following the two of them, using the excuse of delivering case documents to the forensic doctor.

His hearing was not very good and he could not hear what Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen were saying.

But he was certain in his heart that Jian Ruochen must be a useless person.

Haha, being so close to the head of Serious Crime Unit A, there might be some power-for-sex transaction going on!

He wanted to see how Jian Ruochen could help. If it was true or false, he would sell the news to the media outside and maybe make some extra money.

By the way, this is the first time Jian Ruochen has seen a dead body while on a field mission, right?

I wonder if this little consultant will vomit after seeing this?

…

The crime scene was a steamed rice restaurant. Above the door was a sign with red letters on a white background that read "Aji Iron Box Clay Pot Rice".

The wooden sign had some paint peeling off, the red characters were painted unevenly, and some paint was dripping from the strokes.

Like blood.

The floor in the back kitchen was sticky and covered with black greasy mud. The soles of my shoes squeaked when I walked on them, and I could hardly lift my shoes after stepping on them.

Jian Ruochen's gaze fell on a wall of lunch boxes piled up in the corner. The boxes were not sealed well and some of them had blood dripping from the edges.

Next to him, Zhang Xingzong had vomited three times, his face was pale and he looked exhausted.

When he saw Jian Ruochen, he stopped her immediately and said, "It's disgusting, don't look at it."

"You have to watch it anyway. How can you solve the case if you don't?" Jian Ruochen put on shoe covers, walked in, and stood in front of the lunch box wall.

There are thousands and thousands of lunch boxes in Hong Kong.

This is the first time I have seen an aluminum box that looks so much like the 1892 one.

With such a large quantity, it must be factory goods.

Jian Ruochen put on forensic gloves, picked up a lunch box and opened it after getting permission from the forensic department.

A bloody hand emerged from it.

This is a woman's hand, pale and lifeless, with the white flesh slightly swollen.

Her nails were delicately manicured, her fingers were plump, and she wore an exquisite and expensive jewel ring.

It should have been temporarily placed in this lunch box after being cut down.

The suspect may plan to wait until he needs it before carefully handling it.

"The ring was not taken off, so the murderer probably wasn't after money."

Bi Qianqian reported the situation to Guan Yingjun with a pale face: "After raping and killing the victim, the suspect dismembered the body, removed the bones, cooked and sold it, and made it into clay pot rice, roast meat rice, and pickled vegetable steamed rice. Each lunch box would use at least half a pound of meat."

A breath of air surged out of Jian Ruochen's throat.

He swallowed it, lowered his eyes and handed the lunch box to Guan Yingjun, "This lunch box and the aluminum lunch box that holds the drugs should be made from the same mold, probably from the same manufacturer."

He held back his stomach's churning and looked at Zhang Xingzong, "Is this wall a victim?"

Zhang Xingzong retched beside him: "Yue——There are 16 people, and 16 right hands have been found."

Colin, who followed Jian Ruochen in and wanted to see Jian Ruochen's joke, opened his mouth after seeing the wall and the hand, and screamed loudly, then: "Ugh——"

Jian Ruochen walked over, took out a handkerchief and handed it over.

Colin reached out and grasped the cotton handkerchief, his face flushed, and he squeezed out two words from between his teeth, "Thank you."

"No need." Jian Ruochen held his breath.

Colin's heart was shaken.

Is the regional external consultant so gentle?

He puffed out his cheeks and forgot to vomit for a moment.

Could it be that Jian Ruchen didn't hear what he said outside?

Impossible, he deliberately did not lower his voice.

Jian Ruochen must have heard it.