Chapter 112 It Must Be Very Strong
As soon as he finished speaking, Oliver Keith suddenly raised his eyes, and his pupils suddenly contracted for a moment.
He stared straight into Jian Ruochen's eyes, not sure whether he had heard it wrong.
Jian Ruochen waited motionless like a mountain.
There was a smile on his lips, but his eyes were cold and intimidating.
This is a silent game.
It’s not an interrogation, but it’s better than an interrogation.
Oliver Conant Keith's Adam's apple slid up and down twice in the somewhat relaxed skin of his neck.
A chill ran down his spine.
Ever since he entered this door, the development of things has gone against his expectations. Jian Ruochen actually took the initiative firmly in his hands within just a few minutes.
He couldn't even figure out what Jian Ruochen's purpose was in asking such a question.
Oliver Keith quickly calmed down.
He smiled and asked, "Do you think I have ever killed anyone?"
Jian Ruochen had seen enough of his expression, but ignored his question and looked down at the menu, flipping through it and saying, "How about honey-roasted lamb chops?"
Oliver Keith's back stiffened and his throat felt as if there was a sharp thorn stuck in it.
He was almost completely frozen.
What does Jian Ruochen mean by this? Why ignore his reaction?
Does Jian Ruochen know what he has done over the years? If you know, how much do you know?
The police from Scotland Yard were helpless in what happened to him. In such a small city like Hong Kong, what could a mere crime squad from the West Kowloon Regional Police Station know?
Oliver Keith stared at Jian Ruochen and paused for a while before saying, "The lamb chops are good."
The young man in front of him was like a beauty who had walked out of an oil painting. He was extremely beautiful, with a pair of almost golden eyes and hair that glowed silver under the light. He looked exactly like the woman back then.
It is so beautiful, yet so eerie, like a mountain ghost, so scary.
Jian Ruochen turned his head and said a few words to Luo Binwen, handing over the ordering of side dishes to him, and then turned around to continue the previous topic, "I think you have killed someone."
Oliver Keith felt numb all over, a chill ran straight from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, and the alarm in his heart made a sharp sound.
The Kowloon West Regional Police Station must know something!
Jian Ruochen looked at Oliver Keith's waxy pale cheek and smiled gently.
Professor Keith's performance was not obvious, but it was enough to make a judgment. He showed obvious defensiveness and confrontation after hearing the question.
When someone who has never killed anyone hears such words, the first reaction is definitely surprise, disbelief, and they may even think that the person asking the question is not very smart, instead of being on guard and entering into short-term memory.
Oliver Conant Keith definitely killed someone.
And judging from the length of time he recalled, he must have killed more than one person!
An unexpected gain!
Jian Ruochen licked his lips, and his heartbeat gradually quickened.
We have to find a way to make Oliver Keith suspicious.
Generally speaking, when criminals feel insecure about the crime scene they have processed, they are likely to return to the scene for secondary processing and inspection.
That is the opportunity for the West Kowloon Regional Police Station to obtain evidence!
Jian Ruochen bent his fingers and tapped the table twice to call back Oliver Keith's attention. He smiled with a relaxed expression: "Actually... not only have you killed people, I have killed people too."
Oliver Keith was confused. "What do you mean?"
Jian Ruochen: "Have you ever heard of the saying that everyone in the world has indirectly or directly participated in the process of killing another person?"
Oliver Keith was stunned.
Why did you suddenly become philosophical?
He and Jian Ruochen looked at each other, and he felt that this man was more and more unfathomable.
The atmosphere in the box was also depressing. The boy's ambiguous questions and confident tone made Oliver Keith begin to doubt whether he had handled everything at the crime scene cleanly in the past.
The more he recalled, the more suspicious he felt.
Every single one of them seemed to have something that was not handled properly.
The more I thought about it, the more restless I became.
Jian Ruochen smiled kindly, "I didn't make you feel uncomfortable, did I, Professor?"
His English was fluent and rhythmic, and his voice floated gently into my ears, like a song from hell.
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "You know, I am currently a criminal psychologist at the Crime Squad of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. I have no interest in inheriting the family business, which is managed by Luo Binwen. Instead, I am interested in studying the micro-expressions of criminals."
"As soon as I saw you, I felt that you were particularly kind and couldn't help talking more."
Oliver Keith felt horrified, and always felt that there was something else behind Jian Ruochen's words.
Yes, Jian Ruochen knows criminal psychology and is now studying with the FBI's criminal behavior analysis expert. He has participated in many interrogations and has long been a legend in the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
Although he doesn't like Jian Ruochen, it is undeniable that Jian Ruochen's abilities are indeed not to be underestimated.
Oliver Keith's hair stood on end. Jian Ruochen was so good at discerning micro-expressions, would he be able to figure out something from his answer?
Was the question just now a test from Jian Ruochen?
Just as Oliver Keith was about to speak, the door of the box was knocked, and two waiters came in with an insulated wooden plate of roasted lamb chops and placed the two lamb chops in front of Jian Ruochen and Oliver Keith respectively.
Huo Mingxuan had a stern face as if he were just passing by. He introduced the lamb chops to Olivier in a steady tone, and his eyes quickly scanned the professor from head to toe.
She has gained a little weight, but overall her figure is well-proportioned. Her clothes are neat, all of which are high-end tailored and fit her well.
There are no guns on the lower back, thighs or armpits, so the maneuverability, aggressiveness and danger are not strong.
Oliver Keith didn't notice Huo Mingxuan's eyes. He lowered his eyes and stared at the sizzling lamb chops on the iron plate and the bubbles coming out of the edge of the lamb. He felt that the piece of meat on the iron plate seemed to be himself.
Anxious and depressed.
Jian Ruochen picked up the knife and methodically cut the lamb chops into two-centimeter cubes. "Do you mind chatting while we eat? Let's talk business. Aren't we gathered here for the research fund?"
The silver knife and fork in Oliver Keith's hand made a sharp sound on the iron plate.
He stared at the piece of meat in front of him with sinister eyes. The current situation was not favorable for him. The initiative was completely in Jian Ruochen's hands. He seemed unable to even get a word in.
It’s so infuriating!
Sooner or later, that eloquent tongue will be cut off!
He looked gloomy, cut a piece of mutton and stuffed it into his mouth, "I thought you asked me to chat."
The private room next door.
When the boss of Huang Ji learned that they were police officers, he enthusiastically sent them three snack platters.
Guan Yingjun did not refuse.
It's dinner time now and the team members are still hungry, so they can just go to the front desk to settle the snack bill later.
So Bi Xianxian operated the eavesdropping machine with one hand and pinched French fries with her fingertips with the other hand, eating while listening.
On the other side, Zhang Xingzong and Ding Gao were bumping heads together, and the two of them were eating 6 chicken wings in a row.
enjoy!
Not only can you eat delicious food, but you can also hear Jian Ruochen use his exquisite language skills and speaking rhythm to crush Conant Keith, a confirmed murderer.
It’s really a pleasure!
Guan Yingjun stood aside with his arms folded. He could imagine the scorching look in Jian Ruochen's eyes when he was confronting Conant. What a pity! It would have been better if there was a picture.
It must be very exciting.
Jian Ruochen and Oliver Keith talked about scientific research funds again.
People born in the 90s may not know this.
In 2030, the world officially entered the era of aviation competition, and majors such as astrophysics became popular in the country.
He was serious about testing Olivier, and he was also serious about getting scientific research funds for aerospace and astrophysics.
Jian Ruochen came from the future, and even if he only brought some specious ideas and impressions of future technology, it still made people feel magical.
Oliver Conant Keith felt mixed emotions as he watched the young man speaking clearly and logically while talking about serious matters.
At this moment, Jian Ruochen's image completely overlapped with the image of the woman twenty years ago. Genes are truly magical.
Even though Jian Ruochen had a father who was morally corrupt and extremely selfish, he still completely inherited the Conant family's sharp vision for future development, as well as the kindness, rationality, intelligence and kindness flowing in the Conant bloodline.
Oliver Keith sighed suddenly.
Jian Ruochen was silent for a moment, "If you have more requirements for the amount, we can raise it again."
Oliver Keith shook his head.
He sighed, not because he felt the amount of the fund did not meet his expectations, but because he felt Jian Ruochen was too smart.
How could a person with such high emotional intelligence and who does things so flawlessly say something that offends him as soon as he walks in the door?
Unless Jian Ruochen did it on purpose, he was just testing her!
Oliver Keith put down his knife and fork. "I think the current amount is reasonable, but have you thought about the name of this fund? If we use Jane's, doesn't it lack some background?"
Jian Ruochen uttered “hmm”.
He knew what Oliver Keith was up to.
Over the years, Oliver Conant Keith emphasized his middle name so often that his classmates generally referred to him as Professor Conant.
If this fund project was named Conant, then this face-conscious professor could brag in a joking way without leaving any trace: Look, even the scientific research fund is named after me.
Judging from the fact that Oliver Keith listed his own achievements before class, this middle-aged male professor is fully capable of boasting like that.
and……
How can a man who has killed someone, and most likely killed more than one person, be worthy of applying for scientific research funds?
Jian Ruochen's expression dimmed slightly. "Professor Conant, Hong Kong will eventually return. We are all part of the country. I am very curious and yearning for the motherland that I have never met, so..."
The more he talked, the more uneasy Olivier felt.
"I want to name the research fund Tiangong." Jian Ruochen smiled, "I decided to take out 10% of Conant Industry's net profit every year to support the operation of this fund."
Conant dropped the spoon in his hand onto the plate. "No, that's too much!"
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows slightly, "A lot? I think it's okay, I can't spend all the money anyway. The electronic technology company I invested in is still making money, why are you in such a hurry?"
Jian Ruochen hissed softly, "Oh, I suddenly remembered. I have one more thing to ask you."
He leaned forward and whispered, "Professor, do you know phenmethylol? It can be disguised as a vitamin."
The two men stared at each other, Jian Ruochen leaned close, almost only two fists away.
He clearly saw beads of sweat oozing from Oliver Keith's nose, which gathered together one by one. The man's pupils suddenly dilated, and at this moment an expression of horror appeared.
Oliver Keith's eyes darkened and he slowly backed away, keeping his distance.
A huge wave of fear surged in my heart.
Jian Ruochen knew!
He must know everything!
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