Chapter 115: Oliver Keith Can't Sleep
Luo Binwen has always been a gentleman and polite, and this is the first time that Jian Ruochen has seen such a strong sense of rejection on his face.
His hatred for the Jiang family runs deep.
Jian Ruochen whispered, "I know. Don't worry, he won't get away."
Luo Binwen paused for a moment, "Don't be too tired."
"I know." Jian Ruochen said.
Luo Binwen stood up and said, "I won't disturb you from working. Remember to go home early today."
"Thank you, Uncle Luo, for making this special trip for me." Jian Ruochen rummaged in his pocket, took out a mint and stuffed it into Luo Binwen's hand, "Hey, this way I don't go home empty-handed."
Luo Binwen stared at the candy in his hand, and his mood finally brightened up.
After Luo Binwen left, Lin Yazhi came over and handed Jian Ruochen the gun license. "It's approved. You're the one with the best test scores. A group of brats who just joined the Organized Crime Investigation Department want to invite you to dinner through Sir Gong. Sir Gong asked me to ask you if you want to go?"
"No." Jian Ruochen took the gun license and couldn't let it go. He looked at it over and over again. "I have to prepare for the final exam recently. There are too many things to memorize. I am really too busy."
Lin Yazhi clapped her hands, turned around and said to Chen Jincai, "I said he definitely won't go, ten dollars, don't cheat!"
Chen Jincai took out a banknote from his wallet and sighed, "It shouldn't be like this. Doesn't Consultant Jian like new things the most? Sir Gong is in the anti-gangster camp, he knows a lot of people, they can definitely take you to eat delicious food."
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "I have an exam. I'm too busy."
Chen Jincai quickly said: "The exam is more important."
"Okay, go get familiar with your new phone." Jian Ruochen picked up his schoolbag and walked to Guan Yingjun, "I'm going to do something."
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With the fall of Jiang Mingshan and Lu Qian, the workload of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station dropped sharply. Everyone was focused on finding Lu Rong's flaws.
It’s just that Lu Rong is more cautious than Jiang Mingshan and more cunning than Lu Qian.
After Jiang Hanyu was arrested and the MI6 secret files were found, Lu Rong actually settled down like that.
No flaws were revealed during this period. The ICAC investigated the enterprises and companies under Lu Rong's name three or four times, and they all cooperated very well.
As soon as the police entered, they had no time to say a few words before they were sent away with several large boxes of information that had been prepared long ago.
In the office, Guan Yingjun said, "Lu Rong is betting on both sides like this, it will take a long time."
"Not long." Jian Ruochen could roughly understand Lu Rong's thoughts. "He seems to be betting on both sides, but in fact he wants to sit on the mountain and watch the tigers fight."
"In fact, it can be seen from his desire to buy land next to Kowloon Walled City."
"Lu Rong's ultimate goal is not to get rid of the police investigation, but to become the boss of Hong Kong."
Guan Yingjun frowned, "What do you mean?"
Jian Ruochen lay on the desk and looked at him sideways. "In fact, everyone knows that the British Hong Kong government's withdrawal from Hong Kong is a foregone conclusion. This land is still China's land. In four years, the upper echelons will inevitably usher in a blood transfusion."
There were some things he couldn't explain too clearly, so he could only say vaguely: "If capital is properly managed, it can be transformed into the right to speak."
"The land next to the Kowloon Walled City faces Kowloon Bay and has three ferry terminals. The Kowloon Peninsula is also connected to the mainland, which means that the land will become a transportation link between the mainland and Hong Kong Island."
Guan Yingjun squinted at him.
The door of the single office was closed, and the dim light of the desk lamp fell on Jian Ruochen's face, making him look hazy, as if covered by a thin gauze.
nice.
Smart and good looking.
He reached out and touched Jian Ruochen's face, "So owning that piece of land is equivalent to having the right to directly communicate with the mainland government."
"Yes." Jian Ruochen laughed softly, "But now it's mine."
Guan Yingjun followed suit and smiled.
Lu Rong’s loss was not unfair. Not only did Jian Ruochen have a keener political sense than ordinary people, he was also rich and courageous and was not afraid of losing.
Jian Ruochen said: "Lu Rong is now waiting for me to focus on Oliver Conant Keith. He wants me to defeat him and then defeat me."
"He's not quiet, he wants to conserve his energy?" Guan Yingjun picked up Jian Ruochen, held him on his lap, and sighed with satisfaction.
"Yes." Jian Ruochen stuttered, "He wants to conserve his energy and then find an opportunity to overthrow me... What are you doing?"
"Please continue." Guan Yingjun said, leaning back in his chair.
"I've finished explaining." Jian Ruochen leaned on the armrest and thought.
After only stretching for a little while, Guan Yingjun spread his legs apart.
Jian Ruo lost her fulcrum and her center of gravity shifted, and she immediately sat down firmly. The chair sank down and made a slight sound.
Guan Yingjun closed his legs, and his long legs surrounded the person. He picked up the schoolbag on the side, took out the brick-like books inside, and placed them on the desk, "You study your own studies."
Jian Ruochen looked at the door, then turned to look at him, eager to move but a little hesitant, "Not good..."
Guan Yingjun laughed, grabbed his cheek, tilted his head and kissed him, "Do you really think it's bad?"
The action was so fast that Jian Ruochen was unable to react.
He was stunned for a moment, then lightly kicked Guan Yingjun's calf with his heel.
Guan Yingjun took a breath of cold air.
Jian Ruochen: ...
I didn't use any effort.
"Your 2000-meter run is pretty good now, and you've learned free fighting pretty well. Your kicks hurt more than before." Guan Yingjun lowered his head and kissed Jian Ruochen's shoulder with his lips.
The beautiful muscles that have just been trained are hidden under the skin, very delicate, and make the skin look plump and fair, like freshly steamed rice cakes, making people want to suck them.
Jian Ruochen was numbed by his gaze. He glanced at the door from time to time. When he realized that Guan Yingjun was no longer restraining him, he hurriedly grabbed the book and stood up, heading straight for the small sofa. After sitting down, he was still worried and turned back to threaten, "You can work there."
Separated by a door, the footsteps of colleagues were mixed and chaotic.
Guan Yingjun curled his lower lip, his tone calm and normal: "Don't worry, I locked the door after you came in."
Jian Ruochen: ...
He recalled Guan Yingjun's serious look when they first met him, and was a little confused for a moment.
So does a stern and stern person also have this side?
They will tease him.
Jian Ruochen said nothing, lowered his eyes and recited the book. After reading three lines, he was immersed in it and forgot what happened just now.
Learning is important.
Guan Yingjun stared at him for a while, and when he saw that Jian Ruochen had no intention of paying attention to him, he became a little nervous, wondering if he had teased him too much.
But this was child's play compared to the way Jian Ruochen teased him.
It is not the case that only the officials are allowed to set fires while the common people are not allowed to light lamps.
When it was time to send someone home at night, Guan Yingjun parked the car outside the garden of the mountaintop villa and said to the person who was dozing off on the passenger seat, "We're here."
Jian Ruochen nodded and was about to unbuckle her seat belt.
Guan Yingjun held his hand and asked, "Are you angry?"
"Hmm?" Jian Ruochen was sleepy after a day of running around. It took him a while to think about what was going on. "You mean the office?"
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun raised his hand, grabbed the back of his neck and squeezed it.
"I'm not angry." Jian Ruochen felt comfortable and turned sideways, "A little to the side, um, a little harder... um."
Guan Yingjun's hands were strong, and he pinched the sore spot at once. He couldn't help but hummed twice in pleasure, "Right here."
Guan Yingjun's aura seemed a little suppressed.
He stopped pinching, put down the passenger seat, and kissed the person who was so comfortable that he was dazed. After the kiss, he warned in a hoarse voice: "Don't provoke me."
"It's not you who's going to pinch me..." Jian Ruochen glanced down, reached out his hand, then retracted it. His eyes blinked, and it was unclear whether it was tears from being tired or kissed. He said something seductive: "It won't work during this period. You can do it yourself. I need to concentrate on the exam. Let's talk about it after I finish studying for this month."
Guan Yingjun's forehead jumped because of his teasing. He quickly unbuckled the passenger seat belt and the door lock, and said, "Let's go."
A few more words and he couldn't hold it in any longer.
Jian Ruochen ran away like a snow fox digging for prey in winter.
Guan Yingjun laughed softly.
He flipped through the calendar in his workbook and circled the day when Jian Ruochen's exam ended with a red pen.
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This month.
Jian Ruochen studied late into the night to prepare for the final exam.
Professor Oliver Conant Keith tossed and turned on his silk sheets.
More than a month had passed since he had dinner at the same table with Jian Ruochen. The more he reviewed the conversation that day, the more he felt that Jian Ruochen must have known something.
But what did you know?
He couldn't figure it out again.
Whenever I close my eyes, I think of Jian Ruochen smiling and saying: Have you ever killed anyone?
It's like a nightmare!
He hasn't had a good night's sleep in more than a month. It's horrible.
When facing Jian Ruochen, I only felt nervous, and at most a little scared. But when I returned home and turned off the lights, the scenes and words at the dinner table emerged in my mind, which made me terrified and extremely scared.
Oliver Keith would fall asleep only near dawn every day, and wake up a few hours later with sweat all over his head.
In the dream, he was escorted to the prison by a group of policemen, and was examined with his bare buttocks and sprayed with a high-pressure water gun.
Everyone was laughing at him, everyone was pointing at him and talking about him!
What a tenured professor, what an academic genius, he is nothing but a dirty murderer!
Oliver Keith lifted the quilt and walked to the kettle tremblingly to pour a glass of water. As soon as he picked it up, his trembling fingers lost their strength and the kettle fell heavily on his feet, gushing out with hot water.
Oliver Keith screamed and limped to the bathroom to take a shower with cold water.
The cold water hitting your feet makes it even more painful.
He stared at the gradually rising water in the bathtub and the ripples on the surface. Suddenly, he thought there appeared beneath the water a bloated, purple-blue human face.
He shuddered violently, pulled his feet back, gasped for breath, and his whole body was shaking.
Did the West Kowloon Regional Police Headquarters find the body of the graduate student he killed many years ago? That's why they sent Jian Ruochen to ask such questions!
They must have discovered something! Otherwise, how to explain Jian Ruochen's sudden question?
Can't explain!
But he handled it so cleanly back then, even the shoes of the deceased were burned, and no one knew where the body had drifted with the current. Perhaps it had been eaten by fish long ago...
Oliver Keith grew more and more frightened.
I also thought that maybe the school doctor revealed the matter of phenmethylol, but the school doctor resigned after prescribing the medicine, so how could he be found by the police from the West Kowloon Regional Police Station?
Ignoring the burns on his feet, he sat in front of the table and recalled the details of his crimes over the years bit by bit. Finally, he felt a creepy chill in one place.
Hospital!
The hospital where Jian Ruochen was born!
He was abroad at the time and could not be present at many events in person, so he bribed the local bosses to do the work for him.
Did Jian Ruochen find something wrong with his mother's death?
Oliver Keith crumpled up the paper covered with words in his hand, threw it into the ashtray and lit it.
It was already daybreak, but he had no intention of going to work, let alone invigilating any final exams.
He has to deal with the things that were missed that year.
The day of the final exam.
The ones monitoring Oliver Conant were Zhang Xingzong and Bi Xianxian.
Zhang Xingzong had just finished his night shift and was sleeping in the back seat, sprawled out, snoring loudly.
Bi Xianxian was stuffing her cheeks with a sandwich, and suddenly her eyes narrowed, "Zhang Xingzong, get up! Oliver Keith didn't go in the direction of Hong Kong University after he left!"
Zhang Xingzong jumped up and said, "Follow! Drive! I'll call Guan Sir!"
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