Chapter 60 Can I hug you?

After Lu Qian finished speaking, the Family Convenience Store fell into a brief silence, with only the sound of Sister Cui fiddling with the abacus remaining.

Jian Ruochen's breathing was slightly choked, and he looked around the Family Convenience Store.

Various small packages of snacks and daily necessities were piled together, leaving only a narrow aisle in the store that was wide enough for only one person to pass through.

There is no place to hide people.

Judging from Lu Qian’s tone, the proprietress should know Lu Qian, so there is no reason for her to speak for them.

Lu Qian raised his voice: "Sister Cui?"

It seems to be coming over.

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes, opened the plastic bag and took a look at the things in it, then shook his head slightly at the proprietress.

Sister Cui was amused by them and said loudly, "A young couple just came in, and their pager has already gone out the back door!"

The beautiful lady boss tightened her rabbit fur shawl, put all the things into the basin, let Guan Yingjun hold it, and pointed at him with her fingertips: "Young man, each generation is more conservative than the previous one. I won't laugh at you. Okay, I know you are shy. There is a back door behind the shelf. Let's go."

She pulled out a bottle of essential oil from under the counter and put it in the basin. "I won't give you change. Just give me a tip for covering up. I'll give you a bottle of good stuff."

Jian Ruochen didn't have time to think about what the boss lady said, and lowered her voice, "Thank you, sister."

He took the lead, rushed out of the back door in two steps, and immediately closed the door gently after Guan Yingjun came out.

The wooden door had just closed when Lu Qian's voice was heard from the convenience store.

"Ms. Cui? What kind of young couple wants to go out the back door after shopping?"

He actually came to see it in person!

The lady boss smiled and said, "Of course they bought it through the back door. Isn't Mr. Lu an experienced person? They are too shy to do it openly."

Guan Yingjun tightly held the basin and whispered, "Let's go."

Lu Qian is extremely alert and might even open the back door to check.

Jian Ruochen hummed softly.

The two of them quickly walked back to the parking lot, and only after they got in the car and locked the door did they slowly exhale.

The air was silent.

After his tense heartstrings suddenly relaxed, Jian Ruochen realized what the proprietress had misunderstood and why she helped to cover it up.

So the size M is...

Jian Ruochen peeked inside through the gap in the plastic bag and saw piles of white, translucent square plastic bags neatly arranged inside.

This thing existed in the 90s?

He scratched his cheek.

Who knew the boss lady would hide this thing at the very top?

In 2030, these will be placed in the most conspicuous position at the door of the cash register, and the packaging will be more colorful than a cigarette box.

And this scattered packaging is extremely simple and unpretentious.

Jian Ruochen's ears felt a little hot.

Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes, tied up the plastic bag full of "New Year's goods", and threw them into the back seat of the car.

When they withdrew their hands, their eyes collided in mid-air, as if they were electrified. A slight tingling sensation spread from their eyes, burning them so much that they looked at each other and then hurriedly looked away.

Jian Ruochen suppressed the strangeness in his heart and said, "While Lu Qian is outside, let's go around to the back of Tianquan City to investigate, and then go back to the police station to read the report on vitamin B."

He finished speaking in one breath, but felt that the command contained in such words was too strong, so he tilted his head and asked slowly: "What do you think?"

Guan Yingjun started the car and said, "Do as you say."

The white Toyota drove out of the parking lot, avoided the convenience store's sight, and went around to the back of Tianquandu Entertainment City.

The front of the Tianquandu Entertainment City is brightly lit and gorgeous, but the back is connected to a slightly dirty night market snack street.

It seems like two different worlds separated by a road.

The Toyota maintained a normal speed as it drove through the street. Jian Ruochen leaned against the window and looked around.

There doesn't seem to be anything unusual.

Could it be that Lu Qian really went to Tianquan to enjoy himself?

impossible.

If Lu Qian was going there to enjoy himself, why would he have to ask so many questions furtively to the boss who was planted as a spy in the cigarette shop.

Obviously there is a ghost.

The car circled the closed night market and returned to the back door of Tianquandu.

The white rolling shutter door was drooping, revealing only a small half of the floor inside Tianquandu. There was a patch of dark cement where the interior of Tianquandu met the outside, which made the light-colored marks on it particularly obvious.

There are two tire tracks there!

The mark of this wheel is very heavy and new, different from that of ordinary cars!

Jian Ruochen immediately asked: "Do you have a camera?"

Guan Yingjun opened the storage compartment, took out a spare film camera and handed it over.

Jian Ruochen immediately opened it, held up the camera, and took two or three photos of the wheel marks through the car window, "Okay, let's go."

It is inconvenient to park near Tianquandu. There are probably spies everywhere, and there is one-way glass blocking the way when taking photos, so parking is likely to arouse suspicion.

If they went further, they would pass by a convenience store, and Lu Qian might still be inside. Guan Yingjun turned the steering wheel to the bottom, turned around and took another road, barely avoiding Tianquan City.

After the car drove for a distance.

Jian Ruochen looked back at the neon sign of Tianquandu and suddenly found a man standing under the sign. He had a cigarette in his mouth, and red sparks flickered with his breathing.

It’s Lu Qian!

He neither waited in the convenience store nor put his doubts aside and returned to Tianquandu Entertainment City.

But stand outside and watch!

Lu Qian is so vigilant, there must be something fishy going on in Tianquan City!

Fortunately, they took a detour. From Lu Qian's perspective, the car should have only passed through Tianquandu, instead of circling Tianquandu.

When they arrived at the gate of Kowloon Regional Police Station, Jian Ruochen got out of the car immediately. He didn't care that his jacket was the wrong size. He pulled his sleeves up, tied his cuffs tightly, and walked into the police station holding his camera.

Something is about to come out of my mind.

He only needed to take another closer look at the photo to know where the two marks came from.

Jian Ruochen was so absorbed in his thoughts that after he turned on his computer, opened the back cover of his camera and saw the film, he realized that this was no longer the era where one could just pull out a memory card and print.

Nowadays, photos have to be developed in a darkroom before they can be taken.

Jian Ruochen lowered his head and fiddled with the camera. While he was busy, he heard someone behind him calling "Sir Guan".

He then remembered that there was someone following him. His movements faltered slightly, and he turned around as if nothing had happened. He stuffed the camera into Guan Yingjun's hand and said softly, "Develop... the photos."

Guan Yingjun handed the camera to Xiang Jingrong who called him, "Xiang Sir, can the forensic member on duty help us?"

Xiang Jingrong held the camera blankly, looking at Jian Ruochen and then at Guan Yingjun, his eyes fixed on the windbreaker on Jian Ruochen.

This style and size clearly belong to Guan Yingjun.

Guan Yingjun seems to be very clean and would even give his clothes to others to wear?

Has he mutated?

Xiang Jingrong opened his mouth to speak, "You..."

Guan Yingjun glanced over indifferently, and Xiang Jingrong stopped talking immediately.

Silence lingered among the three of them.

Jian Ruochen's eyes fell on the report in Xiang Jingrong's hand, "Xiang Sir, was that the pager message you sent to Guan Sir?"

It nearly scared them to death.

Xiang Jingrong said "Ah", then: "Yeah."

Such an elite man in a white coat and glasses actually looked a little dumbfounded at this moment.

He slowly handed over a stack of documents in his hand. As he spoke, his eyes wandered over Jian Ruochen's coat. "We were busy piecing together the body parts some time ago and didn't have time to test that bottle of vitamins. We finally had time to do it before spring break. I did an extraction comparison, and it turned out that this is not vitamin B at all, but high-purity preludin (benzomorph)."

Jian Ruochen took the report and flipped through it.

He didn't study drug management, so he couldn't understand these. He remembered that Guan Yingjun had been able to recite the chemical formula of drugs before, so he thought he must have done some research, so he handed the report to his side.

Guan Yingjun took it and flipped through it quietly. His fingers tightened around the report, his eyes showing ups and downs in emotion. Finally, he said in a hoarse voice, "I understand."

He took out an unopened pack of cigarettes from his pocket and handed it to Xiang Jingrong, "Thank you."

Xiang Jingrong took it in a daze.

Normally, when Guan Yingjun asked them to do work for the Forensic Department, saying thank you was a big deal, and giving them a cigarette was considered the ultimate compliment.

What is a pack of tea cigarettes?

The highest honor?

After Guan Yingjun gave the thank you gift, he immediately waved his hand to send him away, "I have something to do. I will come to your place to get the photos in half an hour. Sir, take care."

Xiang Jingrong rubbed the camera in his hand, "Who is taking this medicine? He took half a bottle... Is he still here?"

Guan Yingjun's expression was cold.

"Okay, okay, I get it." Xiang Jingrong took a step back and raised his hands in surrender. "Is it confidential? I won't ask."

He said as he backed away.

In a flash, the corner of the white coat disappeared at the door of the Serious Crime Unit A office.

For a moment, the only sound in Serious Crime Unit A was the silence of breathing.

Guan Yingjun turned around, opened the door to his office, turned on the light, and said, "Come and sit down."

Jian Ruochen walked over and sat on the sofa.

I feel like a patient with a low fever who goes to the hospital for a check-up after staying up late for a long time. Waiting for the medical examination report is like waiting for a notice of critical illness.

Guan Yingjun sat next to him.

This sofa is not very big, and two people will be squeezed together if they sit side by side.

Jian Ruochen's leg was pressed against Guan Yingjun's, and their arms were almost touching.

He looked down at the medical examination form held in Guan Yingjun's hand, and felt a heat crawling up from his side, slowly rising along his coccyx and up to his neck, making his whole body uncomfortable.

Guan Yingjun's whole body was tense, his fingers holding the report sheet were so tight that they turned white, his expression was cold, "Are you feeling uncomfortable now?"

"No." Jian Ruochen licked his lips, "What's wrong?"

Guan Yingjun whispered, "Benzomorph is a psychotropic drug that can directly stimulate the activity of the central nervous system. Overdose can cause increased blood pressure, tachycardia, circulatory failure, and coma."

Jian Ruochen was thoughtful.

This symptom...matched the one found in the worker who fell asleep at the construction site after chewing four pills in a row.

Guan Yingjun put the document on the coffee table, his fingers resting on his knees. "After taking it for a few weeks, you will start to lose your appetite, your judgment will be affected, you will have movement disorders, palpitations, high blood pressure, anxiety, emotional instability, confusion, loss of judgment, and gastrointestinal symptoms such as nausea and vomiting... You may even have hallucinations, impulsive suicide, and accidental death."

He paused, and spoke out his words word by word, "If you stop using it rashly, you will become extremely tired."

All the symptoms unexpectedly correspond to Jian Ruochen as described by the informant.

According to the informant's description, Jian Ruochen didn't like to eat much and was extremely thin. At the same time, he blindly trusted Lu Qian, had a confused mind, had no judgment, and was often emotionally unstable.

Hardly looked alive.

But now, after inheriting the estate, Jian Ruochen forgot... or didn't even know that he had to take this bottle of vitamin B.

That's why I felt extremely sleepy when I first entered the police station.

During that time, Jian Ruochen was either drinking coffee or milk tea, but he still fell asleep easily. It's not that he's not wary, but he's really tired.

Guan Yingjun frowned.

Jian Ruo sank into the back of the sofa and asked, "Will everything be alright after I get over the side effects of stopping the medication?"

"No." Guan Yingjun's voice was a little hoarse, "Did Lu Qian give you the medicine?"

"Probably not." Jian Ruochen closed his eyes slightly, carefully trying to recall Lu Qian's micro-expressions on the day he inherited the estate.

Because it had been a long time, he didn't remember many details.

But Lu Qian was disgusted and disdainful of the original owner's love, and it was impossible for him to be controlled through drugs.

"It's not Jiang Hanyu either." He sorted out the clues carefully. "A few months ago, Jiang Hanyu had not yet inherited Jiang Mingshan's property. He didn't have the channels to get phenmethylol."

Guan Yingjun clasped his hands tightly, "Is that Jiang Mingshan? Phenmethylmorph is listed as a Class I psychotropic drug in Hong Kong and cannot be extracted from plants. The mainland has stricter controls... If you want to get it, you have to go to the UK or the US."

Jian Ruochen shook his head slowly, "I'll know after I meet Jiang Mingshan."

Jiang Mingshan's public execution time is 1:00 p.m. tomorrow.

He is going to die.

Jian Ruochen stood up and said, "I'm going to go see Jiang Mingshan."

It would be a good thing that the medicine was obtained by Jiang Mingshan. If it was not Jiang Mingshan, it means that someone other than the protagonists wants him dead.

Just as Jian Ruochen was about to walk around the coffee table and step forward, Guan Yingjun grabbed his wrist.

Guan Yingjun only grabbed it for a moment before letting it go. "It's not the detention center's visiting hours now. The court is closed. Let's go tomorrow morning."

Jian Ruochen turned to look at Guan Yingjun.

The lights in the Serious Crime Unit A office were replaced inside and out, and the light was soft and bright, allowing one to clearly see every expression of the person in front of them.

Guan Yingjun has a tough and mature appearance, with a clear jawline, no stubble on his face, and he looks very neat.

He had a high nose bridge, and he looked energetic anyway, but at this moment the whites of his eyes were slightly red, with some bloodshot, making him look a little decadent.

But this decadence is also powerful, hidden in the thin shirt, as if it can accumulate and then explode.

Guan Yingjun looked up at Jian Ruochen, then suddenly stretched out his hand and grabbed the thin wrist. Compared to a month ago, the arm had gained some flesh and was no longer skinny.

He pulled Jian Ruochen and stood up as if using the force, then let go and said calmly, "I'll go with you tomorrow morning."

Guan Yingjun paused, "Do you want to eat hot pot now? I'll go to Group D to borrow an electric hot pot."

Jian Ruochen suddenly thought of what happened that night when Guan Yingjun pulled him onto his lap.

Similar place, similar location.

He looked up at Guan Yingjun and realized that after that day, the implicit rejection he had said in the morning was of no use.

Guan Yingjun found all kinds of reasons to get close to him.

This kind of pursuit is subtle and silent, and is usually the best choice at the moment, making it impossible to refuse.

For example, buying hot pot base by deducing the robber’s origin and the distance from his hometown.

For example, a coat in cold wind.

For example, while sitting in the car, I accurately guessed that he wanted to go to Tianquan to check.

Guan Yingjun picked up the car keys, turned around and walked a few steps towards the door, "Is there anything you particularly want to eat?"

"I want to eat them all." Jian Ruochen said.

Guan Yingjun turned around and looked at Jian Ruochen, with a smile on the young man's face.

He couldn't see it before, but now he knows that the look is a bit evil and cunning.

Guan Yingjun's rationality suddenly snapped, and he suddenly thought of the fear he had experienced in the past few days.

I thought of Jian Ruochen raising his head and pressing down the muzzle of the robber's gun with his chin.

Thinking of the report just now.

Now, this lively, beautiful, cruel, cunning, and extremely smart Jian Ruochen is almost about to disappear from this world.

Guan Yingjun threw the car keys into the corner of the sofa, strode to Jian Ruochen, leaned over to trap him in the shadows, and reached out to hug him.

He hugged her for a moment and then released her, saying, "Sorry, can I hug you for a moment?"

Jian Ruochen hesitated for a moment.

Haven’t you hugged them all?

He raised his hand, hesitated, patted Guan Yingjun's back soothingly, and said softly: "You are just caught up in an emotion. People will be like this after experiencing great emotional ups and downs. Scientifically speaking, um-"

He couldn't say any more as his mouth was covered.

Guan Yingjun looked into Jian Ruochen's eyes, feeling the warm breath on his palms, and confirmed that Jian Ruochen had no objection at all before he lowered his head, rubbed him tightly into his arms, and hugged him for a while longer.

A moment, maybe not even a second.

Guan Yingjun let go of his hand, slowly took a step back, bent down and picked up the car keys on the chair, "I'm going to buy groceries, you rest here for a while, I'll be back in half an hour."

He paused, "If you can't wait, go downstairs to the forensics department and get the photos we just took."

Jian Ruochen looked at Guan Yingjun at this moment, and only then did he realize that the trembling feeling after being hugged ran up his arms, stimulating his hairs to stand on end.

He sat on the sofa in Guan Yingjun's office for a while, then stood up and walked to the forensic department, knocked on the door and went in, "Are the photos ready?"

Jian Ruochen had just taken a step when he saw the newspaper on the desk.

One of them is: [Illegal Hong Kong businessman Jiang Mingshan will be executed tomorrow! 】

Another one is: [A milestone in the fight against corruption and organized crime: a truly good year for Hong Kong people]