Chapter 100: Saving People with Billions
Except for Bi Xianxian, Song Xuyi and Ding Gao who have already received the task.
The remaining members of Group A all rushed out to the crime scene.
The explosion turned the three-story residential building into a vertical column of fire. In order to facilitate the entry and exit of fire trucks and prevent injuries from falling objects in the fire, the cordon had to be expanded again and again.
Guan Yingjun had to stop the car at the intersection and show his ID to the uniformed police guarding the cordon before he was allowed to lead his team into the scene.
"Mr. Guan." The middle-aged man in a military green shirt shook hands with Guan Yingjun, "Long time no see."
"Sir Yang." Guan Yingjun turned his head and looked at the small building. "The fire was so big, how can you be sure that it was a man-made gas explosion?"
Yang Ningyu said: "The explosion and fire caused by gas leakage usually only burn one floor. Now this one has burned down an entire building! At least a dozen or twenty gas cans must be put together to explode to achieve this effect."
As he spoke, his eyes slid over to glance at Jian Ruochen.
The young man is more energetic than he looks on TV. Although he has long hair, he doesn't look weak at all and looks very dashing.
Yang Ningyu retracted his gaze and said, "There are several survivors who escaped from the building. Go and record your statements first. Wait until the fire is completely extinguished before you go to the scene."
"Ok, thank you for your hard work." Guan Yingjun patted Yang Ningyu's arm and led the team members to the ambulance.
The flames shooting up into the sky reflected a scene like hell on earth.
The little boy, wrapped in a brown blanket, had his face covered in dust and dirt, and was lying on his back, crying with his mouth wide open.
Sitting next to him was a dull little girl with messy hair and a torn corner of her skirt. Blood was gushing from his leg, which was only hastily bandaged.
After a while, a nurse came running over with a stretcher, picked up the girl, laid her flat on the stretcher and pushed her into the car, saying in a hurried tone, "Hurry up and send her to Queen Mary Hospital. We can't delay this child any longer."
"I want mommy." The little girl said timidly, shedding tears.
"You..." The nurse looked embarrassed.
Jian Ruochen looked back at the burnt window, then leaned over to the little girl and said, "Your mom is still busy. Can you wait until she's done?"
The little girl pinched the hem of her skirt and refused to answer.
Jian Ruochen got into the car and held her hand. "Let's go to the hospital by ourselves today. When Mommy is done, we can show off to her how brave we are, okay?"
The little girl stared at Jian Ruochen's amber eyes, her panic gradually dissipated, and she nodded slowly, "Then you have to help me tell her that I'm in Marry Hospital, and ask her to pick me up early."
"Okay." Jian Ruochen let go of her hand, turned around and got out of the ambulance.
The nurse breathed a sigh of relief and leaned over to say, "Thank you."
You should know that she didn't apply for pediatrics at that time because she didn't know how to take care of children.
This well-known criminal psychologist from the West Kowloon Crime Unit actually has some real skills.
She thought the Public Relations Department had come up with some new way of hyping things up.
Why……
We still cannot believe the nonsense that is spread by word of mouth.
Jian Ruochen watched the ambulance leave the city.
Behind him, the crying little boy was glaring at Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun squatted down and forced a smile: "What's your name? Where are your parents?"
The little fat boy hiccuped and sat down on the ground in fear, kicking his little boots, dancing around, and crying even harder.
Jian Ruochen turned around when he heard the sound, and just in time saw the little boy raise his leg.
The boots on his feet were of ordinary style, a pair of light brown Martin boots, small and cute.
But the laces of this pair of Martin boots are tied straight, which is exactly the same as the way the military and police uniforms are tied in the video!
Guan Yingjun also noticed this, and his eyes turned slightly cold.
The little fat boy gradually stopped crying. He secretly pulled his feet back and sat up straight.
Oh my god.
What grandma said, “If you cry again, Lord Guan will take you away,” turned out to be true!
Is this Lord Guan?
Sure enough, he was as ferocious as the one in the shrine, but his face was not red.
Why not red?
The child's eyes rolled around, his desire to survive exploded, and he stumbled over and over again: "My name is Park Jianian, I'm 4 years old, and I'm in kindergarten. My dad is Park Yongsheng, my sister is Park Meilin, and my mom is Liao Min. My phone number is 193xxxxxx, and my dad told me that if I get lost, I should ask the police for help and call this number."
Guan Yingjun: ...Is he that scary?
Jian Ruochen curled his lips, wrote down the phone call, took the little boy to another ambulance, squatted down and asked, "Park Jianian, is the girl standing next to you just now your sister?"
Park Jianian said, "Yeah."
"Then can you wait here for a while?" Jian Ruochen said slowly.
Park Jianian leaned over to look in the direction of Guan Yingjun, and seeing that "Master Guan" didn't care, he felt safe. He nodded with confidence and sat on the small bench prepared by the medical staff.
Jian Ruochen looked at him for a while, then turned to ask the victims sitting on other small benches.
He speaks in a soft tone, with a stable mood, and his speech is organized and logical, making people feel like they are in the spring breeze. Although there was no smile on his face, his voice was soft and soothing.
The crying and wailing in the medical area actually became much quieter during the ongoing questioning.
If Jian Ruo meets Park Yong-sheng and Liao Min among a dozen survivors, he knows that they are likely to be in danger.
Park Yong-seung is most likely the person who recorded the video of the execution.
If we can't find him, it will be difficult to find the person who gave him the order.
Was this bombing intended to silence people?
So cruel!
He walked over to Guan Yingjun and said, "Sir Guan, I have finished questioning the survivors."
Guan Yingjun was reading the explosives investigation report and asked as he flipped through it, "How is it?"
Jian Ruochen said: "Most people don't know what happened, so I focused on asking them what they think of Park Yongsheng's family."
"Most people are full of praise for Park Yong-sheng and his wife, saying that Park Yong-sheng is a warm-hearted person who often helps neighbors in the building fix water pipes and the like. When he married Liao Min, he hung wedding candies on the handles of every neighbor, and later gave full-month candies when Park Mi-lin and Park Jianian were born."
Jian Ruochen took out a confession record form and handed it over, "Sir Guan, an old man said that Mr. Park has been worried about Park Jianian's elementary school place recently. He wants his child to go to a better private school."
"I talked to the survivors and they all said that this private elementary school not only charges high fees, but also has requirements for parents' occupations and academic qualifications. The academic qualifications must be at least a bachelor's degree. Park Yongsheng has a good academic qualification, but Liao Min stopped studying after high school."
Guan Yingjun glanced at the result and said, "From this perspective, Park Yongsheng accepted his superior's assignment and had the motive to go to the execution ground to record the video."
"The premise is that he is really the one who recorded the video of the execution." Jian Ruochen sighed.
If Park Young-seung died in the fire, it would be difficult to catch the murderer and the matter of the videotape would most likely remain unresolved.
The fire gradually died down.
Survivors were carried out one after another from the charred building.
But there was no sign of Park Yong-seung and Liao Min.
Guan Yingjun's face darkened.
soon.
Zhang Xingzong ran over, his face covered in dust and sweat, panting, "Sir Guan, we found Liao Min and Park Yongsheng under the collapsed rubble. Park Yongsheng was protecting Liao Min and seemed to be seriously injured. But...but the fire crane happened to be moved to another place, so they can't lift the floor now!"
Guan Yingjun raised his eyebrows, "Just right? Where else did the fire happen?"
Zhang Xingzong had tears in his eyes: "Jinmao Tower, a huge fire broke out 40 minutes ago. All the fire stations in Hong Kong have sent support..."
What should I do?
Are we going to watch two living people being crushed to death?
Don't say they are the key figures in the case.
Even if it wasn't, he shouldn't have died like this.
Zhang Xingzong was about to cry: "Sir Guan, what should we do now?"
Jian Ruochen thought about it and suddenly asked, "Can the construction team's crane be used?"
Zhang Xingzong's breath was stuck in his throat and he made a "Ga?" sound, as if he was about to cry.
"It works." Guan Yingjun said.
Jian Ruochen took out his cell phone and said, "Wait for me to call."
He walked to the side, pressed the soft and dull keys, and spent half a minute flipping through the address book entered by Luo Binwen before he found the construction team's number and dialed it successfully.
It was midnight.
After a busy day, Boss Liu was snoring in bed while hugging his wife.
The phone suddenly rang, startling him. He picked it up in a daze and his tone was not very good, "Hello? Who is it? It's the middle of the night."
Jian Ruochen said, "I'm Jian Ruochen. I want you to temporarily mobilize a crane to come to Banshan Yaju. There was a fire here and someone was buried."
Mr. Liu looked at the caller ID suspiciously and found that the man was actually a small boss who was oblivious to what was happening outside and only wanted to experience life in the police station.
For a moment he didn't know whether he was in reality or dreaming.
I feel totally confused.
His professional instinct made him hesitate for a moment, "About this matter..."
Jian Ruochen said, "Two million. You can divide it between yourself and the men who came here today after the job is done. Hurry up, saving lives is important. The money for the emergency car and gas will be on me."
Boss Liu immediately stood at attention: "Yes sir!"
Whether it’s a dream or not, he’ll go and make the money first!
No, that's not right.
Human life is at stake, he has to do something good even if he dreams about it.
Oh, Boss Jian is really...
So kind!
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The phone call stunned Zhang Xingzong who was talking to the fire brigade in the distance.
In the midst of chatting and laughing, 2 million people were reduced to ashes!
I would like to ask, which police station in Hong Kong can replicate the crime-solving methods of Team A of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit?
No!
This is like using money to kill a person!
Only Jian Ruochen can do such a thing.
5 million to “buy” evidence for a pornography crackdown, 2 million to buy a life.
Zhang Xingzong sighed in his heart.
Why……
The male model menu is too expensive.
Guan Yingjun took advantage of the cover of the night, stretched out his hand and pinched the back of Jian Ruochen's neck, and said softly: "I really don't know how to thank you--"
"Hey..." Jian Ruochen interrupted, "2 million, that's only a few days' interest, I can't spend it all..."
There is no way to spend it all.
This 10 billion has been spent in half a year, and the more we spend, the more we spend!
It’s about to reach 20 billion.
Whenever he had breakfast at home, he would listen to industry reports. After counting the money, he would listen to Uncle Luo's "saving money is a loss theory" again.
It's really difficult.
Fire Department: ...
In the past, they felt that the members of the Kowloon West Regional Crime Squad were an eyesore.
After all, there was thick smoke in the fire scene, and anyone who rescued someone would be questioned, and no one would be in a good mood.
In the past, they had also encountered such a situation of insufficient police force. It was impossible to just wait and see. There were also cases where they tried to move the floor slabs with their bare hands but encountered a secondary collapse, and even sacrificed their own people.
No one thought that money could be used to open up a way out.
This is not within their training scope.
The fire chief came over and said, "Thank you, Mr. Jian...it's just this——"
Jian Ruochen raised his palm, "Liao Min and Park Yongsheng are important witnesses, and they are involved in a wide range of cases. You should do your best to save them."
The words the fire captain wanted to say got stuck in his throat, and he thought hesitantly: Could it be that Consultant Jian said this because he was afraid that the person he rescued would insist on using all his assets to pay back the debt?
He is so nice.
Jian Ruochen said, "I will donate two more cranes to you some other day. Next time you encounter this situation, I will provide two and keep one as a spare."
The fire captain looked at Jian Ruochen differently. He felt like he was looking at a Bodhisattva. He wanted to say something, but the crane mobilized by Boss Liu came at lightning speed.
I had to turn around immediately and go back to my post to rescue people with my colleagues.
Heavy steel and concrete were hoisted.
The survivors buried deep underground were carried onto stretchers and carefully sent into ambulances.
Jian Ruochen's eyes fell on Park Yongsheng and Liao Min. Park Yongsheng's back was covered in blood, but Liao Min's upper body had no scars, only his calf was in a bad condition.
He followed the stretcher for a distance, took the little boy who was waiting obediently on the chair in the survivor area, and leaned into the ambulance and said, "Send them to Marry Hospital. Their daughter is there too."
On the stretcher, Park Yong-seung's blood-stained lips moved.
Marry Hospital is an affiliated hospital of Hong Kong University Medical School. It is very expensive and they cannot afford the bill.
Jian Ruochen glanced at his attire.
His eyes swept across the straight-laced Martin boots and he turned back to look at Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun said: "Mr. Park, you only need to blink. If you are right, blink twice, not just once."
He stared straight at Park Yong-seung and asked, "Did you film the execution?"
Park Yong-seung blinked twice slowly and with difficulty.
Jian Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief.
After Park Young-seung's identity was confirmed, the motive of the incident was established, and these two blinks were really crucial.
The 2 million was well spent.
Guan Yingjun reached into the car. Jian Ruochen took advantage of the situation and jumped down using the force, leaving the fat boy in the car.
Guan Yingjun said: "I suspect someone wants to silence you. Your treatment process will be followed up by the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit. Treatment is important. I will come to see you tomorrow."
Zhang Xingzong was in the distance, looking at Guan Yingjun and then at Jian Ruochen.
Feeling tingling all over.
Strange, really strange.
But what exactly is so strange?
Jian Ruochen glanced at Zhang Xingzong and asked, "What's wrong?"
Zhang Xingzong suddenly realized, "Oh, I was thinking... um, since the people above are eager to kill Park Yongsheng to silence him, does it mean that he knows that someone has watched the video tape?"
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