Chapter 111 Sir, have you ever killed anyone?
Jian Ruochen finally found the buttons of the wig on the back of his head and tried twice to unbutton it.
Guan Yingjun reached out to help him untie it. Seeing the red marks on the edge of the wig, he gently rubbed it with his fingertips and whispered, "This wig is too tight."
Jian Ruochen raised his hand to take off the hairnet and wig, and the platinum-gold hair immediately spread out from inside, standing up in messy and curly shapes.
He casually smoothed it with his hand, but couldn't untie it when he reached the shoulder. He pulled up the tail and saw that it was a little tangled.
Guan Yingjun helped him tidy up the messy hair on his forehead and used his fingers to straighten it out bit by bit. "Did you get your hair cut?"
Jian Ruochen hummed, and was annoyed with untying her hair, so she curled up the ends of her hair with her fingers and was about to pull it out.
"Wait." Guan Yingjun held his hand, "I'll do it."
He gently loosened the hair that was becoming increasingly tangled, untangling it strand by strand. As he did so, he looked at Jian Ruochen a few more times.
The new hairstyle is suitable. The soft hair on her forehead fell down, hanging down beside her eyebrows and cheeks, with the ends slightly curled, sticking to her white jade-like cheeks, making the blush on the corners of her eyes and eyebrows more obvious.
It makes my heart itch.
Guan Yingjun untied the last strand of hair and lowered his head to kiss the top of his fluffy hair.
Jian Ruochen nudged him with his knee, "I'm sweating."
Guan Yingjun sniffed him, "No."
The grapefruit-like smell became stronger, like someone peeled the grapefruit, twisted the flesh inside, and put it into the mouth, leaving the smell in the air.
Guan Yingjun whispered, "It smells good."
Jian Ruochen: "..."
Is there something wrong with his nose?
Guan Yingjun smiled, held Jian Ruochen's hand, and slowly walked through the woods. This section of the road was not very long, and a murder had happened there before, so there were not many students coming here to have fun. There was only the low chirping of birds and insects.
Jian Ruochen opened his fingers slightly, inserted them into Guan Yingjun's fingers, and interlocked their fingers. After a while, the man rubbed the outside of her thumb twice, and an itchy feeling ran up her arm.
He chuckled softly.
Guan Yingjun is a very strange person.
Conservative, cold, impartial, serious, and absolutely rational.
But emotionally, he can be reserved, gentle and impulsive from time to time.
The combination of the two does not seem awkward at all.
It's pretty good, but too dull and boring.
The quiet path soon came to an end. It was around six in the afternoon and there was a lot of traffic outside.
Guan Yingjun stopped, lowered his eyes to look at Jian Ruochen, and kissed his forehead again, "Okay, I'll take you home."
Jian Ruochen released his hand and responded, "It's not easy to find out about the diet pills. I don't often appear in school, and my appearance is too recognizable. Everyone knows that I am a criminal psychologist at the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. So no matter where I go, the people I come into contact with will involuntarily be cautious in what they say and do."
The two of them walked towards the parking lot while talking. Guan Yingjun opened the car door for him and said thoughtfully, "It is indeed like this. It seems that police officers who rarely show up are still needed to do this kind of thing."
"Let's talk about it after I meet Conant. If he is really related to the diet pills, then we can save a lot of trouble." Jian Ruochen fastened his seat belt and leaned back in his chair, a little absent-minded. "Is tomorrow April 15th?"
"Yes." Guan Yingjun held the steering wheel and drove slowly. "I'll take you to take the gun license test?"
Jian Ruochen urged him: "Drive faster. I need to go back to do my homework."
There is still a lot of homework at Hong Kong University.
Although Mr. Li is humorous, he is actually a strict teacher. He assigns one image analysis paper after another.
It is a bit tiring, but I have learned a lot, which is better than living off the knowledge I gained in my previous life.
Guan Yingjun had no choice but to increase the speed below the speed limit, and suddenly he felt guilty for tricking a student into going home.
Jian Ruochen is 19 now and doesn’t know when he will turn 20.
As for him, he is almost 27 now.
There is such a big difference.
Normally, Jian Ruochen always has a mature temperament. The way he speaks and acts does not seem like a college student, but rather like someone who has been trained day and night in a government agency.
Be majestic when it is necessary to be majestic, and be humorous when it is necessary to be humorous. People always ignore his age.
Now when I say “I want to do my homework”, the feeling of the huge age gap between us suddenly hits me.
Guan Yingjun couldn't even remember the last time he did his homework...
He parked the car in front of the Lijin International Hilltop Villa, and Jian Ruochen got out of the car carrying his schoolbag. "I can go there by myself tomorrow. Uncle Luo has brought the bodyguards and drivers from the UK over. You can go about your business."
Guan Yingjun: …
This Butler Luo seems to dislike him a little.
After working as a police officer for so many years, this is the first time I have experienced this kind of strict surveillance on a non-criminal.
He sat in the car and watched Jian Ruochen's figure disappear through the door before he started the car and left.
At nine o'clock the next morning, Jian Ruochen asked for leave from Teacher Li and came to the police station for examination.
There were quite a lot of people taking the exam in April. Fortunately, he registered early and often practiced at the shooting range of the police station. He became familiar with the examiner and the police officers who came to take the exam.
Everyone knew that with Jian Ruochen's shooting level, it was a sure thing for him to get the gun license, so they were not curious at all and just stayed at their own shooting range to take the test.
The invigilators from other districts had never seen a police officer who was so uncurious about the scores of his colleagues.
After all, it makes a difference for a policeman whether he has a gun license or not.
A gun license is a prerequisite for upgrading to a uniformed police officer and can open up promotion channels.
There are only so many positions in the police station, and the number of internal referrals is even more limited. When everyone is a competitor, they naturally care about scores.
But it is unusual that the West Kowloon Regional Police Station is so harmonious.
The examiners from other districts pondered over it for a while but couldn't come up with any clue until they saw the results of this group of candidates.
There were two full marks, and the worst score was 90 points, which was incredibly good.
After all the candidates had left, he leaned over to ask the examiner of the West Kowloon Region beside him, "How did you guys practice?"
The examiner from the West Kowloon Regional Police Station smiled and said, "We have Jian Ruochen, you know? That kid is this one."
He proudly gave a thumbs up, as if praising his own son, "Not only is he good at playing, he is also willing to share his tricks with those who want to learn. Now everyone in the West Kowloon Regional Police Department cherishes him."
"Originally, we have to work as police officers for a year before we can take the exam. He is special, so the higher-ups made an exception. He should have been envied, but now... no one is jealous of him. If anyone says something bad about Jian Ruochen, these guys will be the first to stand up and defend him."
Another examiner was amazed. "There are people like this? He is still too young to be so open-minded. He has made good friends now, but in the future these people will compete with him on the same stage. How can you help your competitors?"
"You have a very narrow mind." The examiner from the Regional Police Headquarters shook his head and sighed, "How about someone who can jump three levels in a row, or someone who works as a shooting range instructor and examiner for his entire life?"
Another examiner: ...
What kind of person is this? He curses so rudely.
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After Jian Ruochen finished his certification exam, he went upstairs to Group A to look at the files for a while, and then stayed in Guan Yingjun's office to write the paper assigned by Teacher Li.
The next afternoon, Huangji.
Jian Ruochen was the first to sit in the reserved box.
He let his hair down, covering the paging headset in his ears, and pinned the black box that linked the signal to the hem of his clothes.
He then took out Guan Yingjun's eavesdropping equipment and hid it behind the vase in the box. Then he opened the recorder and taped it to the corner of the table under the table near his hand with transparent tape.
After all this was done, Guan Yingjun's voice came from the headset, "Conant has arrived, Uncle Luo is picking him up and is heading to the third floor. Is everything ready?"
"Okay." Jian Ruochen said in a low voice.
Guan Yingjun: "Be flexible and stay safe."
Jian Ruochen uttered a low "hmm", and just as he finished speaking, the door handle on the side was pressed down slightly.
Luo Binwen bowed slightly, "Mr. Keith, please."
In order to prevent guests from not being able to see the difference between inside and outside the door, Huangji’s private room door is specially installed with a row of spotlights.
Thanks to this row of spotlights, Jian Ruochen could clearly see the expression on Oliver Conant Keith's face.
The moment the professor heard the name Mr. Keith, he narrowed his eyes very quickly. His upper eyelid was pressed down, his lips were raised on one side, and the muscles at the corner of his forehead were tense. This was a typical expression of disgust and contempt.
Oliver Conant Keith didn't like the title.
But the foreigner's surname was the last word, and Luo Binwen made no mistake in addressing him.
Jian Ruochen stood up, but in order to avoid exposing the equipment he was wearing, he did not move forward, but simply extended his hand to the chair in front of him, "Professor Conant, please sit down."
Oliver Conant Keith's brows relaxed, "Hello."
He walked over to Jian Ruochen and sat down, "I don't know how to address you, Mr. Jian or Mr. Conant?"
Jian Ruochen didn't answer. He glanced at Luo Binwen who was still standing at the door, stepped aside to make room for him, and patted his side, "Uncle Luo, sit together."
Oliver Conant Keith narrowed his eyes slightly again.
Realize that Luo Binwen and Jian Ruochen have a better relationship than they let on.
Mr. Conant was unhappy about the neglect of Robin Wing.
Luo Binwen did not refuse. He bowed to Oliver Keith and sat down next to Jian Ruochen.
"Mr. Keith." Jian Ruochen changed his name back to that.
He clasped his hands together, interlaced his fingers and placed them on the table. "Today I am here to discuss the issue of scientific research funds with you as the heir of Conant, so you should still call me Mr. Conant. Okay?"
Oliver Keith's breathing hitched slightly.
For a moment, he almost saw the shadow of that woman in Jian Ruochen.
So strong, so similar.
Just as smart, just as ruthless.
Jian Ruo finished speaking with a serious face, stared at Professor Keith's expression for a while, and then laughed softly, "I'm just kidding, relax a little, just call me Jian Ruochen. To be honest, I'm not used to the identity of the heir, nor the name Connat. Take a look at the menu, I don't know what you like."
In the private room next door.
Zhang Xingzong couldn't help but laugh.
Wonderful! This is not about being inappropriate for the identity of an heir. This is the yin and yang of Professor Keith. Although his last name is Keith, he emphasizes his middle name intentionally or unintentionally to outsiders.
I just like the way Jian Ruochen can't stand the slightest bit of anger and will take revenge on the spot. It's so comfortable and makes me feel happy.
Wonderful.
Just when everyone was looking forward to Jian Ruochen's witty remarks.
Oliver Keith just picked up the menu and turned a page, silently guessing Jian Ruochen's intention. Before he could figure out what was going on, Jian Ruochen suddenly spoke:
"Have you ever killed anyone, sir?"
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