Chapter 10: The beginning of tacit understanding
The invitation letter and the news of the patrolman's death were delivered together, as if the time was calculated.
Obviously unusual.
There was a gold-stamped border on the back of the invitation, and the main text read: Sunday night at 9 p.m., Platinum Club.
The paper is sprinkled with gold, and a fragrance emanates when it is touched.
Jian Ruochen turned his wrist, held the envelope upside down, and a VIP card of the Platinum Club fell out.
His face darkened slightly.
Does the "gift" written by the messenger refer to the news of the patrolman's death, or to this platinum club VIP card?
Guan Yingjun walked up to the waiter and asked, "Did you see what the messenger looked like?"
His eyes were like knives, fierce and fierce. The waiter shrank his neck and replied in a low voice: "He is the delivery errand boy of our store."
There were no food delivery apps in the 1990s, and food delivery was still called ordering by phone.
Most of the restaurants that provide this service are mid- to high-end restaurants.
They will hire waiters who are agile and have good driving skills to meet the needs of customers.
Huangji is one of them.
"Where are the others?" Guan Yingjun took out his ID and showed it to us. "West Kowloon CID (Criminal Investigation Division) is investigating the case. Please cooperate with them."
The waiter nodded hurriedly, "I'll go get it for you now."
It's not that he had never seen a policeman before, but Guan Yingjun's eyes were almost murderous. His legs were weak from being looked at, and he bumped into the door frame on his way out. He gasped in pain, but he didn't dare to stop and stumbled to look for someone.
Jian Ruochen and the others walked away, holding up the invitation letter and observing it in the light.
I found that there was a thin, virtual gray horizontal line under the four squares of "A Gift", and the bold words were also a little higher than the paper surface.
The words on the four square pieces of paper are of different sizes, but they are all pasted in the middle of the paper. Moreover, these square pieces of paper are cut to exactly the same size, with sharp right angles, as if they had been measured with a ruler.
But the character "件" is smaller than the other three.
According to its layout in the article, when it is cut, it should be able to cut the words around it.
But the word "件" is cut cleanly and neatly.
After reading it, Jian Ruochen showed the invitation letter to Li Changyu, "Teacher, does this person have a mental illness?"
He was a little unsure.
After all, he is good at micro-expression psychology and interrogation psychology in criminal psychology. In other aspects, he is not as experienced as Teacher Li who has been in the industry for many years.
Li Changyu put on his reading glasses, looked at it carefully, and asked encouragingly: "Why do you make such a judgment?"
"Most prisoners who use newspapers to cover up their writing do not intentionally cut the words of varying sizes into identical squares."
Jian Ruochen stated his conclusion directly: "These words were clearly carved from the newspaper stroke by stroke, pasted in the center of a square of the same size, and finally pasted uniformly on the invitation letter."
"No normal person would do so many unnecessary things. Look, this person even drew a line with a pencil underneath the words to follow. This obsessive pursuit of neatness makes me suspect that he probably has OCD anxiety disorder."
This disease has a more familiar name - obsessive-compulsive disorder.
Li Changyu looked at Jian Ruochen with satisfaction, "Your judgment is good, your knowledge is very broad, and you are accurate to the last detail... Is there anything else?"
Jian Ruochen felt a tingling sensation as if he was suddenly called by the teacher during class.
Why do you ask? Did I miss it?
He thought carefully and replied, "No more."
Li Changyu clapped his hands, "It's true that there are no more."
Jian Ruochen: ...
Teacher Li was actually teasing him?
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and touched the red mole on his ear, then turned around and asked, "Do you want to see it, Sir Guan?"
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun came forward, half bent down, and took a horse stance to look down at the invitation letter.
The two men got closer, and Guan Yingjun smelled a wonderful fragrance.
It smells like grapefruit, cool and sweet, occasionally mixed with a hint of sweet and choking perfume.
He narrowed his eyes and tilted his head slightly, and the tip of his nose accidentally brushed against the soft hair of Jian Ruochen that fell on the side of her neck.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and saw the beautiful red mole on the tip of Jian Ruochen's ear cartilage right in front of him.
He realized that they were a little too close, and the discomfort suddenly rose up again, even more than when they were sitting on the sofa.
Guan Yingjun took a step back, took out a handkerchief from his pocket and spread it out in his palm, "Put the invitation up here, let me take a look."
"Oh." Jian Ruochen put the invitation letter on it.
Guan Yingjun pinched the invitation with a handkerchief and put it to his nose. He sneezed because of the smell. "Lae Tresor's perfume."
He sniffed it again and sneezed twice this time: "Brilliant Series, this one is called Cherish."
This invitation looks like it has been marinated in perfume, making you dizzy.
Guan Yingjun thought of the grapefruit scent he had smelled before.
The perfume is on the invitation letter, so the lemon grapefruit scent is on Jian Ruochen?
"You can smell this?" Jian Ruochen didn't believe it and leaned over to smell it.
The fragrance is not pungent and feels no different from most perfumes. It is not even as strong as the smell of black tea smoke on Guan Yingjun.
Why does this guy sneeze so much?
He raised his hand and smelled himself; there was no smell.
Does Guan Yingjun have a dog nose?
Jian Ruochen leaned over and asked, "Anything else?"
Guan Yingjun glanced sideways and met a pair of bright eyes full of expectation.
He froze for a moment, took out a few cotton swabs from his pocket, and rubbed the words on the invitation letter one by one.
When wiping the first two words, only the tip of the cotton swab was slightly gray. When it came to the word "li", the cotton swab suddenly turned black.
Jian Ruochen suddenly realized, "The ink on the word 'gift' is very fresh, it should be a recently printed newspaper."
Guan Yingjun hummed and flicked the invitation twice. The paper made a stiff rustling sound and the smell of perfume became more fragrant.
His eyes were red from the smoke. "The paper is very thick, and it has gold stamping and high-temperature embossing technology. This stuff is not cheap."
Jian Ruochen nodded and said, "You mean, this invitation was bought at a specific high-end gift shop. There are so many gift shops in Hong Kong, how are you going to find it?"
Guan Yingjun held the invitation letter in his hand, and a wonderful feeling surged in his heart.
Jian Ruochen could actually follow his train of thought?
He had just said the first sentence and Jian Ruochen was able to continue with the next one?
I don't know when the boy walked to my side, and the cool and sweet grapefruit scent immediately diluted the sweet perfume smell and relieved the itchiness at the tip of my nose.
Guan Yingjun took a sip without making any expression.
Seeing that Guan Yingjun didn't reply, Jian Ruochen became even more curious, raised his elbow and touched him, "How do you find it?"
In the 1990s, there were no surveillance cameras in shopping malls, so it was extremely difficult to find someone based on an invitation letter. Did you have to go to each store and ask with the invitation letter?
Guan Yingjun came back to his senses and said, "Ask the informant to find it. We can let them do this kind of small thing."
He walked towards the door while checking his watch. When he was out of the grapefruit smell, he relaxed his back and asked, "Where did the waiter take the person he asked to go?"
Li Changyu said, "Why are you so anxious? Do you get angry when you encounter a case? You should drink more herbal tea to cool down."
Jian Ruochen felt a headache when he heard the word herbal tea.
He grew up in Guangdong before going to college in his previous life.
The cooks in the canteen of the military compound make herbal tea in the summer.
A pot is a big pot. People will become herbal tea drinkers after drinking it.
Herbal tea was definitely the last drink he wanted to see.
Jian Ruochen whispered, "It's better to drink sweet water than cold tea. When you're upset, drink ice cola and sweet wine."
Guan Yingjun chuckled indifferently.
Nineteen years old, still young.
Don’t you know that a man can calm down by just lighting two cigarettes or covering himself with a blanket and having a good sleep alone?
Guan Yingjun took a cigarette and put it in his mouth. Just as he lit it and took a puff, the waiter who had just arrived came in late, sweating profusely, dragging someone with him.
The man was wearing a royal blue waterproof padded jacket, and his nose and cheeks were red from the cold.
He covered his pocket with his hands, his eyes full of vigilance, "Someone asked me to deliver the letter, and the person who asked me to deliver the letter said that the money is mine. Sir, you are not going to take the money back, are you?"
"That depends on whether you cooperate or not." Guan Yingjun held a cigarette in his mouth and showed his ID to the visitor again, "Did he give you cash? What does it look like?"
The errand boy in the windbreaker was afraid of being charged, so he cooperated by reaching into his pocket and showing the money, "It looks like this."
Jian Ruochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "He was asking what the person who gave you the money looked like."
"Oh...oh." The man scratched his head and stuffed the money back into his pocket. "I didn't see the face clearly, but..."
The man gestured with his hand, "He's about the same height as me, and he's not wearing any brand name clothes. They're a little old, but he looks like he has money and is relatively young."
He thought about it carefully again, and made sure that he had not missed anything before saying, "I don't know the rest."
Guan Yingjun took out his notebook and wrote down the man's confession. He quickly put the notebook away and stretched out his hand to the man, "Give me the money."
The man immediately covered his pockets, "Sir, am I not cooperating enough? You can't go back on your word!"
"I don't want yours." Guan Yingjun urged, "Hurry up."
The man took out the money reluctantly, muttering something. When he saw Guan Yingjun put the stack of money into the evidence bag, his face turned pale.
Jian Ruochen opened his mouth.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Guan Yingjun take out a wallet with frayed edges, count out the same denominations and numbers of bills, and put it in the man's hand. "There may be a clue on your money. I want to keep it, but I won't take it for nothing. I'll exchange it with new money."
The man immediately smiled happily, licked his thumb, rubbed the bills and counted them, "Thank you, officer! They are new bills with consecutive numbers. Sir, you are very generous!"
He raised his hand to his forehead and saluted Guan Yingjun, "Come to me next time if you need anything!"
Jian Ruochen seemed to be thinking about something. He reached out and rubbed the tip of his ear, caressing the red mole on it.
It turns out that Sir Guan is not a bad person, but he just feels it is unnecessary.
When he wants to win people's hearts, he does a good job.
Guan Yingjun looked at his watch again, took the bill from the dining table, and took out another 100 yuan from his wallet and stuffed it into Li Changyu's hand. "Time is tight, I need to go back to the West Kowloon headquarters immediately. Uncle Li, you and Jian Ruochen can take a taxi back to school together."
Jian Ruochen said quietly, "Sir Guan, don't drink and drive."
Guan Yingjun paused and glanced at the bottle of red wine on the table that had been emptied by the three people.
Jian Ruochen took out the 100 yuan that Guan Yingjun had put in Li Changyu's hand, ran out quickly and called back the errand boy in the windbreaker who had not walked far, "100 yuan, help us drive the car."
He put his arm around the errand boy's back and led him back to the box, saying to him in a friendly manner, "You've never sent a sir before, have you? Sir Guan has a case right now, and it's very urgent. Can he drive fast?"
The errand boy's eyes lit up.
Has the kind of racing scenes seen on TV finally happened to him?
He rubbed his hands and said, "I can do it very well!"
Guan Yingjun took out the car keys and threw them to the money-loving errand boy, then turned to Jian Ruochen and said, "In that case, you come back to the West Kowloon headquarters with me."
He asked Li Changyu again, "Uncle Li, what about you?"
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