Chapter 119: Very tight, no change
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Ruochen felt his ears getting hot again, and he lowered his eyes to look around.
The bouquet of flowers was stuffed very full. If I held it in my arms, it would be impossible to hold it if I took my hands away. But if I didn't stop my hands, I couldn't unfasten the seat belt. So the safest way was to let Guan Yingjun come closer.
The weather finally cleared up, and the sunshine after the rain poured into the car through the window, moist and ambiguous, making people sweat and feel hot.
Jian Ruochen licked his lower lip and glanced up at him.
Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple, which was hidden in the skin of his neck, rolled up and down, and he said in a hoarse voice: "We are in the car, and it is close to the police station. We will be seen."
Jian Ruochen felt a subtle sense of satisfaction in his heart, and felt that he had won a great victory. He smiled and tilted his head and said, "Why? You don't dare? Sooner or later, you will see it, and it is impossible to hide it forever."
"What?" Guan Yingjun was stunned for a moment, and then he felt a surge of joy in his heart.
lifetime? He never thought that Jian Ruochen would take this relationship so seriously.
He didn't dare to think about it, and didn't expect his sweetheart to consider the future.
But Jian Ruochen thought, why is he so nice.
Guan Yingjun leaned over, put one hand on the back of the chair where Jian Ruochen stretched out his hand, and with the other hand pressed the boy's shoulder, and placed light kisses on the corners of his eyes where his eyelashes trembled.
Take care of yourself every moment.
Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment, and a heat rose from the soles of his feet and rushed straight to the top of his head, making his whole body numb. Even the fingers holding the flowers tightened.
The round bouquet of hydrangeas was squeezed between the two of them, and became flat with a rustling sound.
He was a little distracted.
The last time Guan Yingjun kissed her so carefully was when they kissed for the first time.
The hot breath penetrated the lips and tongue, penetrated into the body from the face, and turned into boiling syrup, tightly wrapping around the human heart.
Guan Yingjun kissed her a few times and then stopped.
Their foreheads touched each other, Jian Ruochen's breathing became a little rapid, and he took the initiative to kiss Guan Yingjun's thin lips, fulfilling his words when he was looking for trouble.
He raised his eyes and said hoarsely, "Okay."
Guan Yingjun did not withdraw his hand.
The man's figure moved closer, his hands dropped, and he hugged Jian Ruochen, sighed with satisfaction, then let go and sat up straight.
He took out his wallet and pulled out his bank card and passbook. "This is my salary card, and this is the bonus I saved."
The summer after the rain is hot and humid.
Guan Yingjun was sweating all over. He unbuttoned two buttons and took out a key from the zipper bag of his wallet. "This is the key to my apartment."
"This one shows the profit from my investment."
He put all these things into a brand new evidence bag that he carried with him just in case. Seeing that Jian Ruochen was unable to hold it, he stuffed it into the bouquet he had just bought and barely placed it there.
While doing this, his expression remained calm, as if he had already decided to do this.
Guan Yingjun said: "I know these are nothing to you, but this is my sincerity. Also, my resume and future plans are in the office. I will show them to you when I get back."
Jian Ruochen choked, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, "Why did you give these to me?"
He is not Guan Yingjun's boss, why would he look at his resume or future plans...
Guan Yingjun pulled up the handbrake, changed gears, and said in a steady tone: "Everyone is managed by their partners."
He held the steering wheel, his white knuckles revealing his nervousness, and the force seemed to be enough to pull the steering wheel up and turn it.
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips and smiled, then suddenly understood.
This is in response to what he said: It's impossible to keep it secret forever.
Planning for the future.
Some people appear serious on the surface, but they are actually calculating what will happen eight years later.
He lowered his head, looked at the evidence bag in the flowers, and chuckled softly.
The car drove to the police station.
Jian Ruochen didn't hide anything and openly put the flowers into the vase in Group A's office and placed it next to the tea table.
It is better to be open about it since hiding things will only make people suspicious.
Guan Yingjunzhen took down his resume and future plans from the top shelf of the filing cabinet.
Jian Ruochen flipped through it.
It's a table, with so many densely packed numbers that it's really overwhelming.
He closed the file slowly, "Too detailed."
Guan Yingjun's eyelids drooped slightly, and he felt a little blocked in his heart.
Isn’t it? Don’t you feel bad about it?
He whispered, "I can simplify it. If you think it's not good, you can change it."
Jian Ruochen laughed: "No, you know me. I don't like to read densely written words. I actually know what you mean."
In his daily life, Guan Yingjun always counts ten steps when taking one.
Judging from the way he cleans his room, he is the type of person who makes a list for everything he does and draws a picture after completing each item.
In order to achieve the goal, you can do anything.
"I will think carefully about our future." Jian Ruochen hugged him, "Don't worry. Just keep the salary for now."
The sour feeling in Guan Yingjun's heart disappeared all of a sudden.
He stood straight, tall and straight. Because two buttons of his collar were undone, the collar was open, revealing an area of his chest, and his slightly protruding collarbone and muscle outlines could be seen.
"Oh, right." Jian Ruochen looked a little annoyed, turned his eyes away and counted out ten 1,000 yuan bills from his pocket, "This is the pocket money your partner gave you."
Okay, I give you 10,000 yuan for pocket money a day, and that’s one-tenth of the daily bank interest!
Guan Yingjun thought it was pocket money of 10,000 yuan a month.
As a result, before going to work the next day, Jian Ruochen drew ten more cards, and when no one was looking, he mischievously stuffed them into the holster belt on his chest.
It is euphemistically called: high salaries to maintain integrity.
Guan Yingjun suddenly thought of the first time they worked together, Jian Ruochen asked for ten male models.
He didn't care anymore...
But Jian Ruochen was really, really too skilled.
Where did they learn these tricks? They can easily make people feel itchy.
Guan Yingjun took out the banknotes from the gun holster and stuffed them into his wallet. He hadn’t had time to spend the ten thousand he had from yesterday…
So rich that it makes people dazed.
So much so that when he asked the informant for information based on the pseudonym Conant had left on the hospital visitor list, he was unable to give any change for the first time.
The street thug was ecstatic when he saw the orange 1,000 yuan in Guan Yingjun's hand. "I just asked for your name, and you gave me so much? Wasn't it 500 yuan each time before? Did I raise the price? Can I compete with Brother Huang? Sir, you are so generous!"
He rubbed his hands, chuckled, and was about to take it.
The next second, Guan Yingjun said, "Give me 500."
Informant: …
It’s too early to be happy.
Still the original price.
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In the evening, Jian Ruochen finally survived the final exam.
I went home in a daze and had a good sleep.
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summer vacation.
There were more and more students in the streets and alleys.
In the bookstore on the street, there were groups of little kids. Some of them sat on the ground with their legs apart, holding a comic book with yellowed edges in their hands, reading it with great interest.
The big-headed TV on the grocery store counter was playing a drama, and the sound quality was old.
On the street. Some male students who were keen on playing the role of gangsters wore black vests and silver chains around their necks. They walked in twos and threes, swaying as they walked, and chewing on a toothpick in their mouths. You call me Brother Long and I call you Dongzi.
It was as if he had become the majestic and loyal big brother on TV.
Jian Ruochen walked through these people and came to the streets and alleys, following the veteran detectives from Group A to visit.
It was a hot day and the sun shone mercilessly, making everyone's faces red.
The humidity multiplied the heat.
Bi Xianxian put her hair up and fanned herself with her workbook: "It's so hot. What was Edlan doing here five years ago?"
Edlan is the pseudonym of Oliver Keith.
Jian Ruochen's eyes were afraid of strong light, so he wore sunglasses. He held a popsicle he had just bought from a nearby store in his mouth and said vaguely, "I don't know. I would rather come out and look for clues than read the paper written by Olivier Conner in the police station."
In order to find clues, they are now even looking through papers written by professors.
So many words, it gives me a headache.
Let’s show it to Zhang Xingzong.
"That's right." Bi Xianxian also wanted a popsicle, so she turned around and bought one.
Guan Yingjun was afraid of heat, so for the first time he wore a loose gray silk shirt and blue casual shorts.
When the wind blows, the clothes puff up.
He looked through the map and the information. "According to an informant, five years ago, someone saw the professor fishing for a while in the Wild Fishing Park here."
Professor, the code name given to Oliver Keith by the Serious Crime Unit.
"There's a fishing tackle shop ahead." Guan Yingjun pointed at the map, "But my informant said the owner has a weird temper and doesn't like dealing with the police."
Jian Ruochen bit off the popsicle, handed the other half to Guan Yingjun, and said naturally, "Eat the rest, I'll go ask."
Bi Xianxian's eyes rolled around and she ate her popsicle with a slurry. She felt that this scene was particularly interesting.
She really didn't expect that Guan Yingjun, such an iron-faced Guan Gong, would be so easy to talk to in front of Jian Ruochen.
That’s great, Sir Guan, you’ll catch the little god of wealth at all costs!
This way, Group A won’t have to worry about being poached!
She would like to pretend that she doesn't know, life is so good with the God of Wealth around.
Jian Ruochen took off his sunglasses and pinned them on his collar.
He was wearing a Southeast Asian style floral shirt with blue and yellow flowers today. With his sunglasses off, he looked like a tourist visiting Hong Kong.
The owner of the fishing tackle shop knew at a glance that this was a big customer, "Sir, what do you need?"
Jian Ruochen looked around and said, "Give me the best one. I heard there is a wild fishing park nearby that is very fun. I want to give it a try."
Guan Yingjun was standing outside the store. He had already finished the popsicle and was only holding the stick in his hand.
Jian Ruochen had sweat on his back, and his light-colored shirt stuck to his back, outlining the beautiful curve of his spine, making it impossible to look away.
The boss brought a set of baits with quick movements. "This is for beginners. It's semi-automatic and easy to reel in. This lure looks just like the real thing when it's put in the water, so it's quicker to catch fish."
Jian Ruochen leaned half of his body on the counter. "Really? How fast? I heard that five years ago, a fish king appeared in the wild fishing park. Wow! I came here just for that person! I don't believe he can catch a 88-centimeter fish."
"How is it?" He raised his chin and asked proudly, "Have you seen it?"
When people hear news that contradicts their own cognition during a conversation, their first reaction is to refute it.
This is a little trick for asking questions. Don't ask questions, but state a falsehood and wait for others to refute it.
Sure enough, the boss frowned and said, "He's bragging. The fish fry in the wild fishing park are all released by fishermen from the surrounding areas. They are old and have been dealing in fish for their whole lives. They can't do without these, so they joined together to build that park."
Jian Ruochen leaned back: "Really? I don't believe it."
He was very confident in his words and took out a photo of Oliver Conant Keith taken five years ago. "This is the guy. Look, he said it himself. He caught a 88-centimeter fish! He said he was the king of fish!"
The boss didn't want to argue with the customer, but Jian Ruochen's tone was so firm, so he took the photo and squinted at it, "Has this person been here?"
"Of course." Jian Ruochen said, "He said he lived here for a year just for fishing!"
"He says he's the fish king! I heard you're the best tackle shop here, but you haven't even seen him, have you?"
Bi Xianxian was stunned, holding the wooden popsicle stick that still had some sweetness in its mouth.
They asked me to show my ID and asked me questions in a serious manner.
Consultant Jian, what is this approach?
Why are we still chatting?
It’s better to use made-up words to get clues from others.
Isn't this just pure empty-handed trickery?
The boss hurriedly corrected: "He looks familiar, but he is not the king of fish. I recognize the king of fish here!"
Jian Ruochen still leaned back in that backward position: "Ah? I don't believe it."
The boss was so angry at the tone that he fell backwards. He stopped selling anything and pointed at the wall, "Look, that's the fish king. He's Chinese and caught a 1.2-meter-long fish!"
Jian Ruochen glanced at him and said, "Impossible, how could my friend lie to me?"
Bi Xianxian was amazed. She probably would never be able to learn the ability to lie with open eyes and act as he pleased in her lifetime.
The boss was so angry that he was sweating. He picked up the landline on the counter and said, "Wait, I'll call him. He has been here for more than ten years. He must know the man you are talking about. I'll call him out to confront you face to face."
Jian Ruochen raised the corners of his lips and snorted, "Let's confront each other."
He completed the task beyond the target, and while his boss was on the phone, he turned around and winked in their direction.
Bi Xianxian was stunned.
This, this is really not Guan Sir’s fault.
Just as she was about to speak, her cell phone vibrated. She picked it up and saw that it was an urgent task issued by her superiors.
Jian Ruochen also received it. He lowered his eyes and saw the words on the screen:
[In the wild fishing park in Repulse Bay, someone fished out body parts. Please ask nearby police officers to go to the scene and protect it immediately. 】
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