Chapter 116: Do donations also require an appointment?
A summer thunder sounded in the sky, heavy rain poured down, and the wind was blowing so hard that the glass was blown against the window frames, making a rustling sound.
Jian Ruochen finished writing the test paper for a course and sat in the classroom, propping up his chin and looking outside.
Summer in Hong Kong is like this, hot, rainy, and so humid that people feel wilted. He looked at the campus sanitation workers in the rain outside the window, playing with a five-dollar Hong Kong dollar out of boredom.
A small coin rolled over his knuckles, from right to left and then from left to right, smoothly and freely, and never fell off.
Some students who had also finished their test papers looked at him enviously.
What precise control and what flexible fingers he had, he was able to play with the coin so smoothly and beautifully, without making any unnecessary sound, as if it was just an habitual movement when he was thinking and it did not affect anyone.
They didn't dare to do it, not even to try spinning a pen, for fear that it would fall and make a noise.
Jian Ruochen suddenly stopped, turned his wrist and collected the coin in his palm.
The next moment, the bell for collecting the papers rang.
The invigilator came down to collect the papers.
Amid the rustling sound of papers, Jian Ruochen heard the voice of the invigilator outside the door.
"In the astrophysics department, Professor Conant didn't come today... The graduate students' group presentations were hosted by their senior students, and the undergraduate exams were temporarily supervised by a new lecturer. What happened to him?"
"Not sure, you didn't call him?"
"I called, but no one answered."
Jian Ruochen's heart skipped a beat.
After waiting for more than a month, Olivier Conant Keith finally took the bait?
He wanted to listen more, but the test paper in front of him was taken away by the invigilator, and then someone patted his shoulder.
Jian Ruochen turned around.
The man smiled and leaned on the table, "Dude, you're really good at playing with coins, how did you do it?"
"It's mainly luck." Jian Ruochen said.
"How is that possible?" The boy said with disbelief, "Teach me."
Jian Ruochen intuitively felt that there had been some progress with Professor Conant, and he didn't want to waste any more time in school, but he also didn't want to leave a bad impression on his classmates.
When you are out, it is always better to have more friends than to have a classmate who has a bad impression of you.
He put the coin in his hand into the hand of the person at the back table and said with a smile: "Here, a lucky coin. It's really luck. If you are interested, go find a magician and learn how to use this coin."
The boy was stunned, and a slight blush gradually appeared on his ears.
He stared at the five-yuan coin that was still warm in his palm in a daze, and his mind was full of Jian Ruochen's smile.
He had never seen such a gorgeous boy. When he smiled, he looked so bright and cunning that people dared not look directly at him. His amber eyes were as clear as glass, striking directly into the heart and shocking.
When he looked up again, Jian Ruochen was no longer at the table in front of him.
The pencil case and book bag are gone.
Hey, where are the people?
Jian Ruochen held his schoolbag against his forehead, stepped on the puddles created by the heavy rain, and ran to the parking lot.
The bodyguard driving the car was so frightened that his eyes widened. "Young Master, I can't explain to Butler Luo if you are like this. Please call us and we can pick you up with an umbrella."
"Too late!" Jian Ruochen took out his cell phone and called Guan Yingjun on speakerphone, "Sir Guan, Oliver Conant Keith didn't come to invigilate the exam. Did he take action?"
Guan Yingjun said in a deep voice: "You guessed right. This morning, Oliver Keith left home and went straight to a church hospital on Hong Kong Island. It was inconvenient for us to follow him in, so we wanted to wait until he left before going in, but Oliver Keith did not show up for the whole day."
As Jian Ruochen listened, he took off his shirt in the back seat, wiped his upper body with the towel that had been prepared in the car, and then pulled out a new shirt from the car's locker and put it on.
Then, while drying his hair, he asked, "Mission Hospital? Where are the back door and the side door?"
Guan Yingjun: "Someone is watching, but there is no movement at the moment. Have you finished the exam?"
Jian Ruochen: "There are still three gates the day after tomorrow. I'll go to your place first."
"The church hospital in Repulse Bay is a bit far away," said Guan Yingjun.
"It's okay. I think he has something to do with my mother's death. I must go and see." Jian Ruochen wiped the water off his hair, signaled the bodyguard to drive, and bent down to change into a new pair of shorts. Only then did he feel much better.
The car sped along, shortening the journey of more than an hour by half.
Jian Ruochen got out of the car holding an umbrella, looked around from a distance, pulled the open door of a white Toyota hidden in the bushes and sat in the passenger seat.
Guan Yingjun leaned in the driver's seat, and the car was filled with the astringent smell of black coffee.
He picked up the paper cup in the cup holder and took a sip, his voice a little tired, "Liu Sizheng, call Zhang Xingzong and ask them."
"OK." Liu Sizheng switched to Zhang Xingzong's channel, "Xingzong, is there anything unusual over there? Has the professor come out?"
Jian Ruochen put away his umbrella and leaned aside.
The sound of rain rustled through the intercom. After a while, a sporadic reply came, "No abnormalities, no abnormalities. Over."
Liu Sizheng smiled tiredly and turned off the intercom. "Is this professor planning to live in here?"
Guan Yingjun frowned and suddenly said, "Something's wrong."
There's a ghost.
He picked up the intercom and dialed Zhang Xingzong's internal line. "Zhang Xingzong received a reply."
The sound of rain rustled through the intercom. After a while, there was another intermittent reply, "No abnormalities, no abnormalities. Over."
Not good.
Two answers, exactly the same!
If you really want to investigate, it was the same the previous time!
The black umbrella was leaning against the car door, dripping with water.
An inexplicable chill arose in the car.
Liu Sizheng shuddered, "Is anything going to happen to Xianxian and Ah Xing?"
Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun looked at each other and made a prompt decision, "Let's go take a look."
Guan Yingjun started the car and drove to the back door of the church hospital.
Bi Xianxian's black Saab 95 was parked on the side of the road.
The car windows were open, and the heavy rain hit them and splashed into the car, making crackling sounds.
Jian Ruochen wanted to go over but was stopped. Guan Yingjun picked up his umbrella and said, "I'll go down and take a look. We'll talk later."
The heavy rain restricted the view, and the treetops swayed in the strong wind, like a raging green sea.
Guan Yingjun held an umbrella in one hand and his service pistol in the other and walked around the black Saab 95. He opened the door only after making sure there were no sniper points around.
He looked for a while, stood up straight, and waved his hand at Toyota to indicate that it was safe.
Liu Sizheng immediately lay down on the back seat, took out two umbrellas, gave one to Jian Ruochen, and the two of them got out of the car holding umbrellas and walked towards Guan Sir against the wind.
The umbrella was of average quality and was blown all over the place by the wind, causing Jian Ruochen and Liu Sizheng to stagger as well.
Guan Yingjun couldn't bear to watch it anymore, so he walked over quickly and held out his black umbrella, "Let's hold one."
Jian Ruochen put away the umbrella and held it in his hand, "Is Mr. Zhang okay?"
"Still breathing. There was a needle in his neck, and the needle is still there. It was probably a tranquilizer gun or something like that. We'll have to wait for the test to tell us the details." Guan Yingjun said sideways, "Liu Sizheng, take the evidence bag and collect the evidence."
"What?" Liu Sizheng didn't hear clearly, opened his mouth and drank a mouthful of rain water.
He staggered in the strong wind, the ribs of his umbrella bent, and his eyes were blocked by the rain, like a delicate flower being broken.
Guan Yingjun: …
Jian Ruochen: "...Let me do it. Where are your gloves and evidence bag?"
"In the right pocket." Guan Yingjun turned sideways.
Jian Ruochen reached out to take it.
This pocket is still the same as it was half a year ago. I don’t know what’s in it, but when I take it out, I feel like there is an illusion of a dazzling array of things.
Inside the black Saab 95, Zhang Xingzong held the walkie-talkie tightly in his hand, his finger still on the answer button. Next to him was a small tape recorder that played a recording in a loop.
The audio was probably recorded outside the car and was not very clear, with the sound of rain being very loud. Unfortunately, this type of walkie-talkie has inherent noise, which weakens the noisy sound of rain, so Guan Yingjun only realized something was wrong when he asked for the second time.
Jian Ruochen took out a pair of gloves and put them on, then took out two evidence bags and pulled out the needles inserted in Zhang Xingzong and Bi Xianxian's necks. His movements were smooth, fast and accurate.
He held the evidence bag in his hand with mixed feelings.
There are so many tricks up Oliver Conant Keith's sleeve that he even carries drugs that can knock people down.
Besides...Bi Xianxian and Zhang Xingzong were both very alert. How could they possibly lower the car windows while being tailed and give someone an opportunity to take advantage of them?
Guan Yingjun turned to Liu Sizheng and said, "You drive and take Bi Qianqian and Zhang Xingzong to the hospital. Hand the syringe over to the forensic department for testing and explain the situation. Then check if there are any fingerprints on the recorder and the syringe. Let's go to the hospital and check."
"Yes sir." Liu Sizheng felt that it was useless to hold an umbrella in such heavy rain.
He simply put away the umbrella, picked up Bi Xianxian from the driver's seat, put her in the back seat, and sat in the driver's seat himself.
Jian Ruochen placed the evidence bag on the empty space in front of the oil gauge and said, "Be careful on the road."
Liu Sizheng nodded and left in a cloud of dust.
Jian Ruochen sent a message to the bodyguard to explain the situation, then reached into Guan Yingjun's pocket, took out the folded fisherman's hat, shook it open, put it on, and tucked his hair into it. The two walked side by side into the church hospital.
Although this place is remote, the green facilities are good. The heavy rain hit the hyacinths in the garden, making them look crystal clear and very beautiful.
When you enter the hospital, the first thing you see is a red cross.
A man in black monk's clothing sat on the hillside, his expression solemn and alert. "Hello? How can I help you?"
Jian Ruochen glanced at the visitor list and did not see Conant's name on it.
Although his name was not on it, Conant's notes were special. When he wrote English, he would draw a small circle on the head of the arc letter.
The last name in the visitor list has this characteristic, Conant must have used a pseudonym.
Jian Ruochen smiled at the monk and lied, "My brother said that I was born in this church hospital 20 years ago. I almost died at that time, and it was the nuns here who saved me."
He seemed curious and touched. "I've always wanted to come here and take a look. Maybe there are people here who need my help?"
Guan Yingjun seemed to be thinking about something.
Who is the brother in this play?
Jian Ruochen stretched out his hand to hold Guan Yingjun's wrist, looked up and said: "I am not in good health and don't go out often. I begged my brother for a long time before he was willing to bring me here. Right? Brother?"
Guan Yingjun clenched his fingers with his hands behind his back, responded softly, and felt his whole body burning.
The monk's face was less vigilant, "But we need an appointment..."
Jian Ruochen was surprised: "Does donation require an appointment?"
Monk: ...No, that’s not the case.
He was being abrupt.
The monk was a little embarrassed and quickly pushed the visitor record form over and said, "You can sign here."
Jian Ruochen took away the pen, wrote a long pseudonym in sloppy English, and also wrote down the previous name.
In order to complete the logical chain of crime, most criminals usually use the same pseudonym under the same person in different occasions.
Professor Keith is such a person since he loves to create a persona.
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