Chapter 12 Guan Yingjun's breathing stagnated for a moment
Zhang Xingzong put his legs together, stood at attention and saluted, "Yes sir!"
He didn't even bother to comb his messy hair from sleeping on the camp bed, and rushed into the lounge next to him and shouted, "Group A is having a meeting!"
The people who were either lying down or sleeping inside immediately turned over and sat up. They all had sleepy eyes, dark circles under their eyes, and looked exhausted.
"Zhang Xingzong, what are you doing? Why can't you speak properly?
"Yeah~ You almost scared me into having a cardiac arrest!"
"Next time you have lunch break, I will play rock music on the radio next to your ear..."
Zhang Xingzong smiled innocently, "Hurry up, Guan Sir invited Teacher Li Changyu over, and I got his autograph."
"Really?"
"Signature? Chao."
Everyone ran back to their posts quickly, curious about the legendary figure.
Guan Yingjun introduced to everyone: "The person next to me is Mr. Li Changyu who came back from the FBI Behavioral Analysis Department. He is currently a professor at Hong Kong University. Next to him is his student Jian Ruochen."
Everyone nodded to each other, which was considered a greeting.
Everyone thought in unison: This student is so handsome! She looks androgynous, with skin as white as cream and a graceful demeanor.
It's the type that perverted murderers like the most.
Guan Yingjun tapped the whiteboard and got straight to the point, "Who among you can tell me about the case?"
Zhang Xingzong volunteered, "I'll do it."
He walked to the whiteboard and said, "The deceased this time was a uniformed police officer from Sham Shui Po Police Station who was responsible for patrolling the area around Hong Kong University. He was the first person to discover the body dumped in the woods at Hong Kong University."
"His body was found by an old cleaner at 11:00 noon today. The address is located in the back street of Platinum Club near Hong Kong University. The body was found in plain clothes. The person who called the police was the same as the first person who discovered it."
Zhang Xingzong used a magnet to stick the old man's photo onto the whiteboard.
The old man's face was tanned by wind and sun, with obvious wrinkles and a hunched back.
Zhang Xingzong said: "After seeing the body, the old man was so panicked that he called the police. We have contacted them but can't get anything out of them. The deceased had no grudges against anyone before he died, so it shouldn't be a revenge killing."
He sighed, "Anyway, there is no clue—"
Guan Yingjun said: "It's not completely absent."
"When I learned about the patrolman's death, Jian Ruochen received an invitation letter."
Guan Yingjun nailed the evidence bag containing the invitation letter to the whiteboard.
The four large dark characters occupied everyone's vision.
Guan Yingjun explained the story of the messenger and concluded, "This invitation is most likely related to the case. It seems that our only breakthrough is this and the Platinum Club VIP card that came with the invitation."
The air calmed down.
It is common to have no clues when solving a case. Police officers work day and night for months, and there are many cases where they visit witnesses' homes but get nothing in return.
Jian Ruochen felt depressed when he saw the high-spirited appearance of the victim on the whiteboard.
A person's life is as tiny as a hair's tip. It passes away lightly and then turns into a mountain as heavy as a thousand pounds, weighing heavily on the heart.
He looked at the patrolman's photo for a while, and suddenly asked, "If the murderer is the one who sent me the invitation, then what is his motive? Why did he call killing the patrolman a gift?"
"The idea is right." Li Changyu nodded appreciatively and encouraged Jian Ruochen to continue.
When Jian Ruochen raised his eyes, he saw eight police officers from the West Kowloon Serious Crime Squad all looking at him intently, like sunflowers raising their faces to the sun.
He was silent for a moment, then numbly endorsed: "Patients with ODC anxiety disorder will have strong directional behaviors in their actions. They usually use this to vent their emotions and achieve self-satisfaction."
Li Changyu gave a thumbs up, "Very good."
Guan Yingjun's mind seemed to flash with lightning, and he slapped the table and continued, "So the suspect cut the words into squares and made them very neat in order to leave a good impression. He sprayed the invitation with a perfume called Cherish in the hope that the recipient would understand his hidden love."
Guan Yingjun spoke very quickly, "He killed the first person who discovered the murder in the grove of Hong Kong University because the police had not yet officially announced the results of the case."
"There are all kinds of rumors out there now, and some newspapers still believe that Jian Ruochen and Chai Jinwu are the murderers. The murderer may think that killing the first witness is a disguised way of protecting Jian Ruochen."
Guan Yingjun breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this suspect has no connection with Jiang Yongyan.
If Jiang Yongyan's case becomes more complicated, the prosecution's pre-trial evidence collection time will be extended.
The longer it takes to collect evidence, the longer the prisoner stays in the detention center of Sham Shui Po Police Station.
Detention centers are not as secure as prisons.
Jiang Yongyan cannot stay in there for a long time, as their serious crime team wants to rely on Jiang Yongyan to dig up some evidence of the Jiang family's crimes.
Delay will lead to changes.
Jian Ruochen also breathed a sigh of relief. "He sent me an invitation letter after killing someone. Maybe he wanted to take credit for it and use this as an opportunity to meet me."
Zhang Xingzong reacted for a moment and slapped his thigh, "That makes sense!"
In the past, they always found the person by following clues when solving cases, and had never approached directly from the psychological aspect!
As expected, Li Changyu is awesome. The students he teaches are all extraordinary. They have new perspectives, quick thinking, and are extremely smart!
Zhang Xingzong looked at Guan Yingjun, "Then we should send someone to stake out the Platinum Club and ask Jian Ruochen to cooperate with us, so that we can wait for the rabbit to come and catch the turtle in the jar?"
"It's not safe." Guan Yingjun lit a cigarette and half leaned on the windowsill to smoke, "The Platinum Club is too chaotic. We can't guarantee Jian Ruochen's safety."
"This suspect is very cautious. The invitation letter passed through two people's hands before it was delivered. According to your method, we only have one chance. If we fail, it will be difficult to catch him again."
Forget about that, but what if the suspect hurts Jian Ruochen?
"We can't just sit there and wait." The policewoman with her arms folded not far away pursed her lips, "Jian Ruochen and I are similar in shape, why don't I dress up as him?"
"No." This time it was Jian Ruochen who vetoed.
He said calmly, "My hair is a special color. And patients with ODC anxiety disorders are usually very particular about details. He can even see the one-millimeter difference in the spacing between letters, so it is impossible for him not to notice something wrong with my hair."
Jian Ruochen paused, "Sir Guan, I can be your bait. My acting skills are pretty good."
Guan Yingjun lowered his head and looked at him intently, "Aren't you afraid that he will stab you to death with a knife?"
"He can't do it." Jian Ruochen smiled, "You won't let him do it."
Guan Yingjun's breathing paused for a moment.
He had a gloomy face, knowing that this was just the art of speaking, but he couldn't help being absent-minded.
Jian Ruochen's method of stirring people's hearts is really clever.
Guan Yingjun finished smoking a cigarette in the stagnant air, put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray on the table, and said, "That's settled then."
"You will go to class as normal on Friday, and come to West Kowloon at 10 am on Saturday to discuss the specific arrangements for Sunday."
Jian Ruochen agreed.
The case came to an end, and Li Changyu wanted to stay to visit an old friend. Guan Yingjun seemed to be so busy that he forgot to introduce him to the team members as a "criminal psychologist consultant."
Jian Ruochen looked at Guan Yingjun thoughtfully for a while, and realized that if he wanted to gain a foothold in the serious crime team, he must speak with strength and establish his authority.
And if Guan Yingjun continues to suspect him, he will have to think of a way.
Otherwise, Guan Yingjun would never regard him as a colleague of the same level.
Jian Ruochen bid farewell to the serious crime squad and set out on the journey home alone.
After not using his phone for a few days, his hands always wanted to grab something.
It is December 5, 1992, and the first mobile phone capable of sending text messages has been released.
Jian Ruochen took a taxi to the best electrical appliance market in Hong Kong and found the Nokia 1011 in the deepest part.
He glanced at the price tag: 13,000 Hong Kong dollars.
Fortunately, it was a drop in the bucket compared to his current wealth, and he didn’t even spend all the interest earned that day.
Buy two!
Who can resist collecting the world's first GMS portable phone that can store 99 phone numbers, talk for 90 minutes and send text messages?
This is not a big mobile phone, but a mobile phone that can be put in your pocket and wallet.
Jian Ruochen bought a phone card and inserted it into the phone. He pressed the nine buttons and typed in numbers, watching the small pixelated words on the gray-green screen increase and decrease, and played all the way until he got home.
The next day.
Jian Ruochen got up when Luo Binwen knocked on the door gently.
Today is his last day in medical school.
He first went to Li Changyu to get the transfer application form. After filling it out, I went to the counselor's office of the clinical department of the medical school and handed over the form with both hands: "Teacher, I want to transfer to the School of Social Sciences where Li Changyu is."
The counselor suspected that he had heard it wrong and remained silent.
Jian Ruochen: "Don't give me the special scholarship for the medical school this year."
The counselor was dizzy. "You are the top student in the department and a poor student. Don't you really need this scholarship?"
Jian Ruochen said shyly, "Not now."
Medically speaking, except for mental illness, there is basically no other disease.
As for money, there is too much to spend.
The counselor was having trouble breathing, wondering, "Why change departments? Doctors have high salaries and high social status. Isn't that good?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the school radio station made a crackling sound, played a short piece of music, and then a deep and passionate voice sounded.
"Today, the Medical School of Hong Kong University received a letter of praise from the Hong Kong West Kowloon Regional Police Station. It read: On December 2, 1992, Jian Ruochen, a student of the Medical School of Hong Kong University, helped the police solve a brutal case!! He helped the police find the real culprit of the corpse dumping case in the grove..."
The passionate voice of the broadcaster lasted for a full 10 minutes.
8 minutes are about case details, and 2 minutes are full of flattering words.
Jian Ruochen bet that this thing would never be written by Guan Yingjun, but perhaps it was written by Zhang Xingzong, who looked very cultured.
The tips of his ears turned red, and he gently placed the transfer form on the table, "Teacher, that's it."
The counselor was in a daze. Was the person mentioned on the radio Jian Ruochen?
Jian Ruochen is usually withdrawn and cowardly. Would such a person help the police solve a murder case?
Did she hear it wrong?
After a few breaths, the male announcer repeated it again in an emotional voice.
The counselor looked up at Jian Ruochen's face in a daze.
In my impression, is Jian Ruochen like this now?
Such youthful vigor, high spirits and full of talent?
"Teacher?" Jian Ruochen reminded.
The counselor was silent for a while, then asked, "Do you like criminal psychology more than clinical medicine? You have to think about it carefully. Everyone only has one chance to transfer to another hospital, and once you go, you can't come back."
Jian Ruochen said firmly, "Yes."
"I understand." The counselor took out a signature pen, uncapped it, and signed the form. "Remember to review for the transfer exam, which will be taken after the winter break."
"Thank you, teacher. Goodbye, teacher."
Jian Ruochen got what he wanted.
At the same time, Jiang Hanyu was sitting in the audio-visual classroom of the Hong Kong University of Music, listening to the school broadcast in a daze.
I could hear my classmates talking.
"Huh? The guy the radio was talking about was your brother?"
"Is it really him? Is he capable of this?"
"No? Didn't he say that his grades were all earned by sleeping with the professor? Did he know the test questions in advance?"
There were bursts of laughter in the lecture hall, and everyone glanced at each other tacitly.
Jiang Hanyu tucked his hands into his sleeves and clenched his fists tightly.
When had Jian Ruochen ever been so popular in the past?
He gnashed his teeth in hatred and whispered, "I...I don't know. Dad doesn't allow us to live together."
The classmates responded: "Of course, of course. How can an illegitimate child live with a legitimate child?"
Jiang Hanyu lowered his eyes, "Don't say that... He is not a illegitimate child."
"Hey, don't defend him. You just have a very good temper."
"Yeah, you have to toughen up."
Jiang Hanyu forced a smile, but he was thinking about Jiang Yongyan.
Damn it, Jian Ruochen actually sent Jiang Yongyan to the police station!
Even if Dad didn't recognize Jian Ruochen, he couldn't write two characters for Jiang with one stroke!
Jiang Yongyan is Jian Ruochen's blood relative!
Jian Ruochen used to long for family affection and love, and was so sincere to the Jiang family, why has he become so cold-blooded and heartless now?
Even if you want to play hard to get and attract the attention of Lu Qian and Jiang Mingshan, you don't have to go to this extent, right?
Jiang Hanyu couldn't sit still any longer, wrapped himself in a scarf, and hurried to the medical school. "I'll go ask him what's going on. Please ask for leave from my sight-singing teacher. I'll treat you to coffee later."
He ran all the way to the entrance of the medical school and stood there waiting eagerly.
I waited until the campus lights were turned on and my face turned pale with cold, but no one showed up.
Jiang Hanyu had never been treated so coldly before. He kicked the curb angrily and asked, "Where did you go?"
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Jian Ruochen went home.
He was enjoying the warm air conditioning, eating sweet strawberries, and leaning back on the sofa watching TV.
Extremely comfortable.
Jian Ruochen held the remote control and changed several channels. Suddenly, he saw Guan Yingjun in police uniform appear on the screen. The scene looked like a press conference.
Guan Yingjun said solemnly: "Now we will make public the case of Jiang Yongyan inciting murder. Reporters are welcome to ask questions."
The flashbulbs kept flashing, and the reporter who was lucky enough to be called stood up and asked: "The police department solved the case so quickly this time because a witness participated in the police investigation and provided assistance to the police. Is this true?"
This is not a good question.
Guan Yingjun would not tell the truth. After all, telling the truth would be tantamount to admitting that the police station is incompetent, and he would be criticized if he stepped down.
Guan Yingjun said: "Yes. To protect the privacy of the witness, no additional information can be disclosed. Next question."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows and sat up straight.
Is Guan Yingjun so honest?
Quite interesting.
He bit off the tip of a strawberry and turned to ask Luo Binwen beside him, "Butler Luo, what do you think Lu Qian will think when he sees this announcement?"
Luo Binwen thought for a second, "I don't think he dares to even think about it."
Not only did they spend money to suppress the news but failed, the police even put the incident on television to boost their performance.
If Lu Qian is not crazy, who is?
Butler Luo changed the subject, "Are you really going to the nightclub tomorrow? How are you going to cooperate with the police in this play?"
Is that kind of place too advanced for his love-mad, love-brained young master?
Will the young master be unable to adapt?
Jian Ruochen thought for a moment while holding the strawberry plate, then said, "How about ten male models first?"
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