Chapter 11: Marching into the Police Station
Li Changyu put on his leather jacket and asked, "Why are you taking my students back to the headquarters?"
Guan Yingjun said, "He is related to this case. Besides, you want him to be a consultant, so I will take him to identify the person first."
Li Changyu almost rolled his eyes, "You're just going to introduce people to your team members like this? That's not how it works. I can't let you take Jian Ruochen with you, so I have to go too."
To prevent someone from losing their temper and bullying others.
Guan Yingjun did not comment and paid the bill at the counter.
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and glanced at the bill. The three of them spent 4,000 yuan.
Lamb shank bones cost 900 yuan each, which is 4.5 times more expensive than noodles. Even grilled chicken wings cost 50 yuan a pair.
This meal directly deflated Guan Yingjun’s rough-edged wallet.
While the customer was paying, the money-hungry errand boy went to explain the situation to his supervisor, then swiftly drove the car to the door, looking eager to try.
Li Changyu gestured at his waistline and said to Jian Ruochen, "You and Guan Yingjun sit in the back seat. The back seat of this car is not big. If I go over there, there will be no room for me."
Jian Ruochen didn't want to sit next to Guan Yingjun, but he knew it was not good for a teacher and a student to sit with their legs close together. If people saw them, they would inevitably gossip about them, so he had no choice but to respond and move to the inside.
He wanted to fasten his seat belt, but found that the seat belt in the back seat seemed to have not been used for a long time. It was stuck in the gap between the seats and it was not easy to pull it out, so he gave up.
As soon as Guan Yingjun sat in, the originally spacious back seat immediately became cramped. His long legs couldn't be put together at all, and had to be spread apart to fit into the space between the front and back seats.
In order to maintain the most basic social distance from him, Jian Ruochen was squeezed almost against the car door.
But soon, this social distance was broken by the driver's amazing driving skills.
The Toyota sped towards West Kowloon.
When turning the corner, Jian Ruochen was thrown to the right by inertia. First, his forehead hit Guan Yingjun's shoulder, and then he slid down to his chest and crashed into his solid and full chest.
"Sorry." He stood up with difficulty, turned around and used all his strength to pull out the seat belt in the back seat that had been unused for a long time.
The lock clicked.
With the seat belt buckled, Jian Ruochen had to sit in the middle of the chair.
The space originally reserved for Guan Yingjun was gone, and the two of them were now sitting with their legs touching.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch calmly.
At this rate, it will take another ten minutes to get to the police station...
For the first time, he found the journey back to the police station difficult.
Guan Yingjun slowed down his breathing and almost held his breath, but the smell of grapefruit was still entering his nose.
This faint fragrance is so strong that it almost dilutes the smell of tea smoke in the nasal cavity.
He opened a window.
The cold wind blew into the car.
Jian Ruochen glanced at him, then turned to look out the window on his side.
A burgundy red double-decker bus passed by the roadside. He had only seen this kind of car on TV, and his eyes widened in curiosity for a moment.
At noon, all the shops on both sides of the street were open. Signs with red letters on a blue background or white letters on a yellow background were suspended between the buildings and streets, reflecting the sunlight.
The facade of the Chinese medicine clinic that flashed by was written in traditional Chinese characters. The red characters and white flags fluttered in the cold wind, and several times they hit the tall curved-necked street lamps.
The neon tubes next to the sign and the small light bulbs on the door are dormant in the sunlight, glowing a clear gray. It is not difficult to imagine how gorgeous they will be when they light up at night.
This is the unique charm of the 90s.
It is a kind of bizarre and almost absurd beauty.
Jian Ruochen was so focused on watching that he completely forgot about social distancing.
Their legs were pressed close together, and Guan Yingjun could feel the untrained softness through the clothes.
He barely moved, but his legs didn't move at all in the cramped space, and he even rubbed Jian Ruochen's thigh.
The soft touch was instantly magnified, and the air conditioning made people feel dry and irritated, and it was difficult to calm down.
Guan Yingjun took out the bottle of mineral water from the storage compartment on the side of the car door and drank half of the bottle in one breath. Then he raised his neck and leaned back on the seat, his face calm and he exhaled without any ripples.
After a while, he turned to look at Jian Ruochen again.
The boy was still looking out the window intently, with a curious expression and sparkling eyes, like a high school student planning where to go for a spring outing.
These days, the game between him and Jian Ruochen has been going on back and forth.
I often forget that this person is only nineteen years old, just entered college, and is not much different from a high school student.
The car sped past a Roman-style building with a stone plaque at the door that read Lingang New City Mansion.
Jian Ruochen followed the lead and thought of Jiang Hanyu who had escaped in a taxi.
Jiang Hanyu should have returned to Jiangting Mansion by now, right? He spoke ruthlessly today, and he didn't know how Jiang Hanyu would respond later.
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Jiangting Mansion.
Jiang Hanyu changed into a thin white silk pajamas in the warm room.
He was walking on the plush carpet, holding a freshly opened bottle of liquor, and talking to Lu Qian using the heavy European-style telephone receiver on the coffee table. His voice was weak, "Brother Lu Qian, come drink with me."
He murmured in a lost tone, "If Brother Chen really doesn't want me anymore..."
Lu Qian raised his voice: "You went to find him? Did he bully you again?"
Jiang Hanyu was acting, but when Lu Qian finished speaking, he thought of Jian Ruochen's cold eyes and was stunned for a moment, "...He really doesn't want me anymore."
Lu Qian's heart tightened, and he said word by word: "Why do you miss him? Can your body drink alcohol? Wait at home."
Jiang Hanyu responded, but after hanging up the phone he immediately poured himself a glass and drank it.
One bite after another.
After Lu Qian came back, he saw Jiang Hanyu lying on the armrest of the sofa, his face flushed and his eyes dull. He seemed to be drunk and still crying. He was crying without any sound, and his tears fell one by one. He looked so pitiful.
Jiang Hanyu looked at Lu Qian without saying a word.
Lu Qian shook off the blanket and covered his exposed ankles. He lowered his eyes and saw that half of the liquor had been drunk. Anger rose in his heart for a moment, "Didn't I tell you..."
Just as he started to speak, a tear fell on the back of his hand.
Lu Qian gave in instantly, "Forget it this time. Your health could deteriorate at any time. You can't drink like this."
Jiang Hanyu blinked, "I will die sooner or later anyway."
Lu Qian covered his lips and said, "Don't say such things. I won't let you die."
He paused, feeling a little tired. He had been working non-stop on Jiang Yongyan's matter since yesterday and was already very exhausted.
"Where's your dad? Why doesn't he come back to see you?"
Jiang Hanyu curled his lips, "You know, he always devotes himself to his career and rarely comes back."
Lu Qian sneered.
Yes, he is devoted to his career and cares about his reputation, so the newspapers wrote that.
He thought of the bold headline in the newspaper: [Jiang Mingshan spent lavishly to save his housekeeper and put pressure on the media. What crime did housekeeper Jiang commit? 】
It is understandable that Jiang Mingshan wants to take this opportunity to restore his reputation, but at this time the best way is to cut off his tail and survive, and give up Jiang Yongyan.
When this report came out, although it seemed that the Lu family was not mentioned, it actually made the public focus on the case itself. Once the police announced the results of the case, both the Lu family and the Jiang family would be implicated!
Lu Qian raised his hand and ruffled Jiang Hanyu's smooth black hair. "You don't have to think about anything. Now that Jian Ruochen has voluntarily given up the engagement, we will get engaged after Jiang Yongyan's matter is over. You should take good care of yourself and don't be sad because of such a heartless person. I'll take you out to play then, okay?"
As he spoke, he thought of Jian Ruochen's clear eyes. He used to think that pair of eyes were very similar to Jiang Hanyu's, but now they were completely different.
Jiang Hanyu's eyes were more harmless and rounder, while Jian Ruochen's eyes were full of insightful cunning wisdom, which were completely different.
Jiang Hanyu tightly grasped Lu Qian's fingers, and did not respond to the engagement. His cheeks flushed, and he said with drooping eyes: "How can I not be sad? He is my brother... He used to be so good to me. He would give me whatever I wanted..."
If it was the Jian Ruochen from the past, he would definitely give him the blood.
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"Ah Qiu——"
When Jian Ruochen stepped into the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, he tilted his head back and sneezed so hard that his head felt dizzy.
who? Who is plotting against him?
Jiang Hanyu? Land trench? Jiang Mingshan? Or Guan Yingjun?
Jian Ruochen turned his head.
Guan Yingjun met this gaze, remembered that he had opened the car window for ventilation before, and raised his hand to touch his nose.
The patrolman at the station stood at attention and saluted Guan Yingjun, "Sir Guan!"
Guan Yingjun nodded to him, took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and threw it to him. There was no expression on his face. It didn't look like he was passing out a cigarette, but more like Bao Zheng throwing a judgment stick.
He said, “It’s hard work.”
The patrolman took the cigarette and put it on his ear. "I should."
Jian Ruochen didn't expect that someone as handsome as Guan Gong and as cold and stern as Guan Yingjun would also smoke. He stared at his profile in curiosity.
Guan Yingjun glanced over and said, "What are you looking at? You want one too?"
"don't want."
He can't smoke at all, why does he want cigarettes?
Guan Yingjun took people to the building of CID Criminal Investigation Department, went up to the top floor, and opened the door of Group A.
There were eight L-shaped desks lined up against the wall, with files piled on the desks and the floor. Brown paper bags and case log books were stacked up, some almost flush with the tabletop.
The entire east wall was covered with a white board with several photos pinned on it with magnets. The one in the upper left corner was of a patrolman.
He wore a military cap, looked at the camera with a smile in his eyes, and saluted with high spirits.
Guan Yingjun also stared at it for a while, and scanned the words on the whiteboard. "He is the patrolman who found Feng Jiaming's body."
"24 years old, a student at Hong Kong University like you. On the day of the incident, I learned that I would be promoted from patrol officer to police officer and could work in the police station, so I planned to go back to school to see my teacher and report the good news."
But now it has turned into a funeral announcement.
As soon as Guan Yingjun finished speaking, a person stood up on the camp bed under the first desk.
The man narrowed his eyes and asked, "Is Guan Sir here?"
He felt around on the table, touching the crumbling documents on it several times but still couldn't find what he wanted.
Jian Ruochen saw the black-framed glasses hanging on the edge of the table, reached out and picked them up and handed them over, "Glasses."
"Thank you, thank you." The man took it, exhaled, rubbed the lenses with the hem of his clothes and put them on. A beautiful face appeared in his sight.
He was stunned. "Who are you? It's not easy to visit our place. If celebrities want to shoot videos, they can talk to the public relations department." You look so good, which company are you from?
Guan Yingjun glanced at him and said, "I brought him here. He is a student of Teacher Li."
"Oh, sorry." The man's eyes lit up, he smiled, and stretched out his hand to shake hands with Jian Ruochen, "I'm Zhang Xingzong, CID police officer."
Jian Ruochen shook hands with him and said with a smile, "Why are you embarrassed? I didn't wear glasses just now, so it's normal that I can't see clearly. Do you admire Teacher Li very much? Do you want an autograph?"
Zhang Xingzong felt as if he was scalded by hot water.
God, it’s been a long time since I’ve had this feeling of being able to climb stairs whenever I want. I didn’t expect to experience it today.
He is worthy of being the student of Mr. Li Changyu, the king of behavioral analysis!
People who are engaged in psychology always speak in a nice way!
Zhang Xingzong held Jian Ruochen's hands with both hands and shook them up and down, saying excitedly: "Yes, yes, yes!"
Li Changyu took a marker and signed his name on the back of his work badge with a smile.
Guan Yingjun...
how? Can you be won over by just handing you a pair of glasses, giving you a topic of conversation, or asking for an autograph?
He frowned, and suddenly regretted bringing Jian Ruochen here, so he frowned and said in a dangerous tone, "What are you still looking at? Can you solve the case by holding your work badge?"
Zhang Xingzong stood at attention reflexively and was very skilled at taking the criticism.
Guan Yingjun tilted his head towards the door and gestured, "Go call everyone back for a meeting."
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