Chapter 122 I'm Hungry
Oliver Conant Keith didn't sleep for 36 hours.
As soon as he closed his eyes, Jian Ruochen's lips opened and closed, and he asked with a smile: "Sir, have you ever killed anyone?"
Damn it!
Oliver Conant Keith drank one drink after another.
The spicy brandy now tasted sour and bitter, making people sick.
Oliver Keith closed his eyes and took another sip.
He wanted to sleep so badly.
He was trembling with fear during this period, and his already shaky spirit was on the verge of collapse.
He was always worried that his crimes would be exposed.
Jian Ruochen was too smart and too perceptive. He had never seen such a frightening and terrifying person.
Oliver Keith was somewhat absent-minded.
On the TV cabinet in the teacher's apartment, the TV screen flickered brightly in the dark night.
STN mainstay Chen Zhuyao said solemnly: "Yesterday, there was bad news from the Repulse Bay Wild Fishing Park Pier. An enthusiastic angler caught body parts in a black plastic bag at the Wild Fishing Park."
"Police confirmed that these body parts belonged to the same person."
"The West Kowloon Regional Police Station Crime Squad immediately asked the fishing team to search for other body parts. Please see the scene below."
The scene on TV changed, showing the fishing team working hard.
Some reporters interviewed fishermen from the fishing village around the scene.
Oliver Keith looked gloomy and smiled contemptuously, "Idiot."
How can I find it?
The body parts had been scattered in the sea as planned and were eaten up by fish. Trying to find them in the sea is like looking for a needle in a haystack.
What if some of the bits and pieces don’t float away?
Four years have passed and the body has long turned into bones.
Who would have thought that the victim was Feng Ye!
He picked up the bottle and took a sip triumphantly. The rich and spicy wine rolled down his throat, and he said drunkenly, "Damn it."
Feng Ye deserves to die, Jian Ruochen deserves to die, they all deserve to die!
"There is also a church hospital." Oliver Keith was a little absent-minded.
The director of the church hospital actually kept Jian Ruochen's mother's medical records from that year in order to blackmail him with them.
Looks like it's time to kill that old guy.
He should have been killed back then.
Unfortunately, the leader was strong and healthy, while the others were few in number and weak, so they could not kill him.
Difficult to kill.
Oliver Keith lay on the sofa for a while, thinking of ways to kill Jian Ruochen and the church director in his mind, with a satisfied smile on his lips.
He fantasized about what he would get after committing the crime successfully, and he felt extremely satisfied, happy and relaxed. He even felt sleepier the more he thought about it.
He fell into a sleep. The next moment, a sour feeling surged in my throat.
Then, Oliver Keith turned over and vomited violently with a "wow" sound.
The dream is shattered.
In a trance, he heard the news anchor on TV say, "Four years ago, the manager of the Wild Fishing Park, Du Luoxin, built a sluice gate here. The West Kowloon Regional Police Station speculated that all the plastic bags containing body parts are still in the pool of the Wild Fishing Park. Four bags have been salvaged so far. We will continue to follow up on the specific situation."
"Today's STN Midnight Focus ends here. I'm Chen Zhuyao. Next..."
Live sluice?
What is a live sluice?
Police have found four bags? How is that possible!
Shouldn't the body parts float downstream and be scattered in the sea?
Oliver Keith shuddered in horror.
He lay on the sofa, feeling as if the air was weighing a thousand pounds, making it hard to breathe.
I seem to understand those words in the news individually, but why can't I understand them when they are put together?
He suddenly thought of Jian Ruochen's eyes again, and the smiling head that had floated up from the bottom of the sea in his imagination.
Torment and fear.
He even suspected that Jian Ruochen wanted to show him this news on purpose, just to torture his spirit and make him collapse!
He must not sit still and wait for death!
If Jian Ruochen found evidence that he had committed the crime... his current comfortable life of fame, wealth and being loved by others would be gone. He didn't want to hide from place to place and become a homeless person.
He doesn't want an undignified life.
Oliver Keith shuddered.
He couldn't delay any longer, he wanted to kill Jian Ruochen.
Oliver Keith got up from the sofa and went to the bathroom to rinse his mouth and wipe his face.
Suddenly I laughed out loud in front of the mirror.
fine……
Fortunately, he was careful when dismembering the body and cut it into small pieces.
No matter how smart Jian Ruochen is, he won't be able to find the specific identity of the corpse, right?
Who would have thought that the person was Feng Ye who left home early in his life?
The West Kowloon Crime Unit might be running around like a headless fly.
He still had enough time to think about how Jian Ruochen would die.
at the same time.
Kowloon West Regional Police Station.
In the Serious Crime Unit A, Jian Ruochen received the report from the Forensic Science Department.
Guan Yingjun was still watching the scene, and there were few people in the office.
Jian Ruochen looked at Xiang Jingrong.
After three days of hard work, the inspector of the forensic department had sunken cheeks, dark eyes, and even the silver-rimmed glasses on his nose had a hint of decadence. This handsome guy looked as if all his energy had been drained out.
"Thank you for your hard work, sir." He lowered his head, took out a small piece of bread from the drawer on the side of Guan Yingjun's desk and handed it to him, then flipped through the report: "How is it?"
Xiang Jingrong was in a daze for a moment and felt that Jian Ruochen's posture of handing over the bread was similar to that of Guan Sir handing over a cigarette.
He didn't have time to think about it, and he couldn't wait to open the package. He gulped down two or three mouthfuls and said vaguely, "The fishing team brought up a total of 182 bones in the plastic bag. They were smashed to pieces. We spent three days to piece them together."
"Has the DNA data come out?" Jian Ruochen looked at the photo of the pieced-together bones. The thigh bone was actually broken into several pieces, which was a horrible sight.
"The DNA hasn't come out yet, but the blood type is out." Xiang Jingrong dragged a chair over and sat down, reaching out and accurately turning a page, "Blood type O, consistent with the medical report you got. The victim is 99% Feng Ye."
He paused and sighed, "How come you are always so amazing? You already know almost everything about the case before the autopsy results come out. You even have a clear idea of both the victim and the suspect. Is psychology really that amazing?"
Jian Ruochen sighed, "At times like this, I'd rather not be so accurate."
Feng Ye is really great.
He died of kindness and enthusiasm, but the cause of his death was his lack of vigilance and inability to judge people.
This is simply the tragedy of the times.
Jian Ruochen stood up and poured two glasses of water, handing one to Xiang Jingrong.
The two drank the water in silence.
Xiang Jingrong looked at Consultant Jian and suddenly felt that he had become much more mature than when he first entered the police station half a year ago.
The flamboyant youthfulness quickly settled down, becoming restrained and hidden.
As expected of Guan Yingjun, his working style is very similar.
Fortunately, his style of being a person is not very similar to that of Guan Sir, otherwise the West Kowloon Crime Unit would be full of cool guys and troublemakers, with no obedient ones at all. That madam would have a very hard time.
Xiang Jingrong stood up and threw away the paper cup. "What are you going to do now?"
"Look for evidence." Jian Ruochen yawned and waved his hand, "I'll lie down and take a nap for a while. We'll talk when Sir Guan comes back."
After sending Xiang Jingrong away, Jian Ruochen walked into the inspector's office, fell on his back on the sofa, and raised his hands to cover his eyes.
Three days had passed since the first bag of corpses was fished out of the fishing village.
He hadn't slept much in the past three days, and when he had some free time, a question always popped up in his mind - besides Crystal Gwendoline Conant and Feng Ye, had Oliver Keith killed anyone else?
Jian Ruo was lost in thought and fell into a deep sleep.
Suddenly I realized someone opened the office door.
He became alert for a moment and smelled the strong mint scent on Guan Yingjun and the smell of the crime scene.
It's not a pleasant smell, but it's familiar and reassuring.
So he turned over, hid his nose in the dark green pillow, and fell into a deep sleep again.
Guan Yingjun smiled silently, raised his hand, pulled the turned-up blanket flat, and covered Jian Ruochen completely. He sat on the office chair, sorted out the documents scattered on the table, and lay down to rest.
The West Kowloon Regional Police Station took over the case and Feng Ye’s case was filed for investigation here.
Those lazy and greedy people in the Royal Hong Kong Police Station can only stare in dismay at the results handed down from above.
On the one hand, he was the one who kept watching the scene closely, and on the other hand... it was mainly because Jian Ruochen was capable.
The witness Jian Ruochen was looking for was the manager of the wild fishing park.
He used another bowl of sugar water to quickly establish good relations with the people in the fishing village. He was serious during the visit and left a good impression on Feng Ye's parents.
Feng Zhenting actually dared to openly challenge the British guys from the Royal Hong Kong Police Station, and forcibly filed a missing person case of Feng Ye at the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
The identities of the victim and the suspect have now been determined.
The case has stabilized.
There is no possibility that the Royal Hong Kong Police Force will intervene again.
Guan Yingjun thought of those people jumping up and down in anger and laughed dully in his throat. He smelled the scent of Jian Ruochen and fell into a deep sleep.
When I woke up again, it was daybreak.
Jian Ruochen was leaning on the sofa, writing and drawing on the map, with the drawings scattered all over the floor.
He frowned and muttered, "No. 2 sulfuric acid paper... No. 2. Where is the one with more words?" He searched as he recited. His hair was still fluffy on his head, and it was obvious that he had not combed it properly.
Guan Yingjun raised his hand and took out the toothbrush and towel. His voice was a little hoarse, "It floated to the door."
He avoided the scattered maps and translucent sulfuric acid paper on the ground, picked up No. 2 accurately and handed it over: "What are you doing?"
"Your fax machine rang an hour ago, and your informant sent me the professor's route of movement. I wanted to see if I could calculate the psychological safety zone and find the place where he hid Feng Ye's suitcase." Jian Ruochen picked up map No. 2 and stacked it on another map. Four or five sheets of sulfuric acid paper were stacked together, and the map at the bottom was a little unclear.
It would be nice to have a computer or a light table.
Everything was good in the 90s, except that technology was really...
It’s hard to put it into words.
From 2030 to 1993, it is as if we have changed from three dimensions to two dimensions.
Jian Ruochen sighed.
Guan Yingjun raised his hand and poked his head, "Wash first, comb your hair, and then have breakfast. Health is important."
Jian Ruo glared at him with a smile on her lips: "Brother Jun, you are so strict."
Guan Yingjun's lips curled up.
The boy's hair was messy, his clothes were improperly dressed and wrinkled, revealing a part of his soft, fair waist, which made him look very cute.
He took a step forward, wanting to kiss Jian Ruochen, but he felt that since he had just finished his work and slept, the smell on his body must not be very pleasant, so he stopped and said, "Let's go."
The Kowloon West Regional Police Station is fully equipped.
The policemen who had been working all night to solve the case now gathered in the bathroom to brush their teeth and wash their faces.
Jian Ruochen was immersed in it, and washed himself in exactly the same way as Chen Jincai beside him. He scooped up the water and rubbed it on his face, exhaling while rubbing, making a humming sound.
Water splashed everywhere.
Guan Yingjun: …
He stood between Chen Jincai and Jian Ruochen, both of his arms were wet, so he had to move a step towards Jian Ruochen.
Chen Jincai:?
He laughed angrily, leaning on the sink, water dripping down his face, and said sarcastically, "Sir, is the water splashed by Consultant Jian more fragrant than mine?"
Guan Yingjun was polite and cold: "It's different."
Chen Jincai: …
He felt like ants were crawling on his body.
This attitude... Even if Director Le came, he would probably be enlightened.
Guan Yingjun looked at Jian Ruochen calmly, and saw him scooping water into his mouth and squeezing toothpaste to brush his teeth. The water on his face dripped down, and his collar fell off.
…What a pretty face, and such a rough grooming style.
No matter how many times I see it, it's cute and funny.
After they washed hastily, Guan Yingjun took a basin of water and went back to the office to wring out a towel, carefully wiping the water off Jian Ruochen's face.
"Brother Jun." Jian Ruochen raised his head and said vaguely, "I really was right."
Guan Yingjun: "What?"
Jian Ruochen muttered: "Not only do you control whether I use eye drops, whether I eat spicy food, and whether I cover myself with a blanket when I sleep, but you also want to watch me go out with friends in the future, and even watch me wash my face."
Guan Yingjun was stunned and thought of what happened when the two of them confronted each other before.
He put the towel in the basin, held Jian Ruochen's face, which had just been washed, and rubbed it with his fingers. He bent down and kissed her, and hooked his tongue on Jian Ruochen's upper palate.
Numbness and itchiness rushed up to the top of his head, and Jian Ruochen shuddered violently.
Guan Yingjun smiled and said, "I helped you eat it, why didn't you tell me?"
Jian Ruochen suddenly thought of Guan Yingjun's appearance when he buried his head. His ears felt numb with heat, but what he thought in his mind was: Guan Yingjun's hair is just the right length and is very easy to hold.
Guan Yingjun kissed Jian Ruochen's cheek again.
Early in the morning, there were only men.
The two bodies were pressed tightly together, and as they caressed each other, there was actually some reaction.
Jian Ruochen rubbed his lips with the back of his hand and dodged back: "I'm hungry. I still have to work on the case after breakfast."
Guan Yingjun laughed softly, put his arm around Jian Ruochen's waist, and held him close to him. His voice was a little hoarse than usual, and he said calmly:
"I'm hungry too."
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