Chapter 123 Men Become Bad When They Have Money (2 in 1)
Jian Ruochen felt that this hunger had a special meaning.
He didn't respond, pretending not to understand, "What do you want to eat? A meal at the tea restaurant downstairs?"
"The breakfast at the police station is all fast food prepared last night, so it's not fresh. There's a morning teahouse on the corner, I'll take you there." Guan Yingjun stretched out his five fingers and inserted them into Jian Ruochen's tangled hair. After straightening the messy hair, he casually opened the drawer and found a rubber band to tie it up.
The rough fingers pressed his scalp, and Jian Ruochen yawned again.
The two walked downstairs side by side and turned to the morning tea shop.
Although Jian Ruochen has been in Hong Kong for so long, he has never had authentic morning tea.
I am busy with my studies and there are a lot of things to do at the police station. Cases come one after another. Even when I take a break for a week or two, I have to read books and exercise.
In my free time, I just want to lie in bed.
The chef at home is from Britain. Occasionally, we invite chefs from Hong Kong and mainland China to cook for us so that we can enjoy something new.
Of course, you should have morning tea in a lively teahouse. While listening to people chatting, you can bite through the crystal clear thin skin of the shrimp dumplings in soup and suck the hot and fragrant soup in the shrimp dumplings.
Without the boastful uncles and the hawking of vendors, the taste of morning tea would suddenly be reduced by half.
Jian Ruochen ate shrimp dumplings and cool green bean soup, and his tense mind relaxed because of the case. "Is there any progress on the phenmethylol?"
Guan Yingjun: "Yes. The university is on holiday, so it's easier to check."
"We asked several dance department teachers and got a list of students whose weight had dropped sharply to a reasonable range in the past two months. Once Feng Ye's case is settled, we will make a home visit."
Jian Ruochen nodded, drank the mung bean soup in the bowl mouthful by mouthful, and stared at the mung beans and bean skin at the bottom of the bowl in a daze.
The shrimp dumplings and Hong Kong-style golden net pastry were so delicious that he couldn't eat them one by one. He was a little full.
Guan Yingjun brought it over, drank it in three or two gulps, and raised his hand to ask for the bill.
After others handed over their financial power, they had to count the change before buying cigarettes.
He is better off now, he is even richer.
Jian Ruochen looked at his bulging wallet, his eyes rolled, and he smiled, "You can't spend ten thousand a day, you know? If money is not circulated, it will only depreciate."
OK, it’s finally his turn to talk about others!
No wonder Luo Binwen likes to say that it’s so cool.
Guan Yingjun smiled, took out all the money left over from the past few days, and stuffed it into Jian Ruochen's hand, "This is what I didn't spend from the past few days, a total of 9,000."
It has been seven or eight days since I started giving pocket money.
These days, I have hired a fishing team, found informants and paid them fees, which cost a lot of money.
Before, he would have to consider whether to eat sweet or salty steamed buns for breakfast, and there was no way he would come for morning tea.
Guan Yingjun handed over the money, stood up and walked back.
Jian Ruochen caught up with him and said with a smile, "Well, we've only been together for a few days, and you can't even say a few words to me. It seems that the old saying makes sense. Men become bad when they have money."
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes.
The morning breeze was blowing gently. The person in front of me still had a little tiredness on his face. The corners of his lips were raised, and there was a cunning light flashing in his glass-like eyes.
Jian Ruochen was burned by the burning and straightforward emotion in his gaze, and bit his tongue uncontrollably, "What? Am I wrong?"
Guan Yingjun laughed softly and said nothing.
When he returned to the office, he locked the door, picked up Jian Ruochen, put her on the desk, and lowered his head to kiss her lips.
The action was so fast that it was hard for people to react.
Jian Ruochen was stunned, his mouth slightly opened, and another tongue took the opportunity to sneak in and invade like conquering a city.
He just felt that the mung bean soup in the morning tea shop had no effect in clearing away heat and removing fire.
How can you kiss just like that?
Their breaths mingled, and the only sounds in their ears were the ticking of the clock and the rustling of clothes.
When Jian Ruochen felt dizzy and couldn't breathe, Guan Yingjun stopped and turned on the box-type air conditioner embedded in the wall of the office.
When the thing moved, it made a hissing sound. Jian Ruochen leaned on Guan Yingjun's shoulder, his forehead wet with sweat, and he panted along with the box-type air conditioner: "So it's the air conditioner."
There are some in the villa too, but they are hidden on the high roofs and are not obvious.
He had always thought that this thing was a vent.
Guan Yingjun stroked the back under his palm again and again, moving down along the spine and stopping at the waist.
Jian Ruochen was tickled and laughed, "What are you doing? Why did you kiss me suddenly?"
Even though he had learned the subject thoroughly, he still couldn't understand Guan Yingjun's motives for his relatives just now.
Guan Yingjun said: "Men become bad when they have money."
Jian Ruochen choked.
Guan Yingjun's voice also carried a smile, and he said lightly: "It's not easy to do anything on the street. I can always let you see when I come back. How much - um."
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and covered the word "bad" that was yet to come out of his mouth.
What a patient man.
I actually endured it all the way, kept it secret, went back to the office, and waited until he let his guard down before replying.
The hot breath fell into the palm of his hand, and Jian Ruochen loosened his grip all of a sudden.
Guan Yingjun looked at the red tip of his ear, and suddenly opened his mouth and bit the small mole on it.
Jian Ruochen was startled, and he jumped up, raised his knee and pressed Guan Yingjun's abdomen, pushing him out, covering his ears, picked up the documents and rushed to the sofa next to him, "Get to work!"
fine.
Fortunately, he has been training seriously for half a year and his strength is now much better than before.
Jian Ruochen looked at the blueprint without even looking at Guan Yingjun, his mind was unusually clear.
I don’t know if it’s the effect of adrenaline or dopamine, or if the shrimp dumplings in my stomach were converted into kinetic energy.
In short, the things that I couldn't understand before suddenly came into my mind.
Jian Ruochen quickly folded up the several sheets of sulfuric acid paper he had drawn in the morning, held them up and examined them carefully under the light.
The professor really loves socializing. In the past five years, he has been present in almost all academic salons.
Every time Jian Ruochen drew a route map on sulfuric acid paper based on the informant's confession, he would put it on the map.
The thick sheets of sulfuric acid paper kept falling higher and higher. In the Kowloon area alone, there were more than thirty sheets.
In addition to academic salons, the professor also went to other places, such as golf courses and other entertainment venues.
Jian Ruochen went out for lunch at noon, and came back to work with Zhang Xingzong who was reading a paper.
One was in Guan Yingjun's office and the other was in Group A's office.
The middle door was open, and when I looked up, I could see the other person's frowning face and messy hair.
Jian Ruochen: It can never be finished. It can never be finished.
Zhang Xingzong: I can’t finish watching it. I can’t finish watching it at all.
Guan Yingjun had already arrived at the scene. The wild fishing park is relatively close to the Royal Hong Kong Police Station, so it would be useless if no one was watching.
In the evening, everyone went to the tea restaurant downstairs to eat together.
Jian Ruochen looked around and saw that Guan Yingjun had not returned, so he used his card to pay for a portion of goose leg and roast pork rice, and added a piece of roast pork steak.
A day's work.
He felt so hungry that he could eat a cow.
The civilian staff from the Serious Crime Unit A who remained in the police station gathered together to communicate.
Zhang Xingzong said: "When I was in college, the most talented graduate student only participated in three papers a year. He is now a doctoral student at MIT. This professor publishes twelve papers a year, half of which are SCI and Nature, and the remaining second and third category papers are countless, and he is basically the first author."
He now feels dizzy, "It makes me sick to read it."
Jian Ruochen ate half a steak in one gulp, his cheeks puffed up, and said vaguely: "Strange. How can he have time to attend so many salons when he is working on so many papers?"
The busyness of scientific researchers has nothing to do with the times.
Most of the academic geeks are so busy studying that they don’t even have time to go home, and even let their students attend academic conferences for them.
Zhang Xingzong whispered, "Most of these papers were not written by him. I have read a lot of them recently and can see some clues."
"There are more than a dozen research directions in astrophysics, and the professor's papers cover more than a dozen directions. Even if he is a generalist, that's ridiculous."
Who is studying space physics one second and writing a paper on radio astronomy the next?
Liu Sizheng sighed, "Feng Ye also studied astrophysics. I'm afraid he has a share in these seventy or eighty papers." He used chopsticks to stir the vegetables in the lunch box and ate them bit by bit.
Jian Ruochen said, "So, Oliver Keith probably killed people in order to steal the research results. He has sufficient motives."
There are still too few people in the serious crime squad, which leads to a squeeze in things and the case cannot progress quickly.
Jian Ruochen finished eating the roast pork chop, threw the bones aside and said, "I want to check the missing persons in Hong Kong in the past five years... no, the past six years. I want undergraduates to PhD students who study astrophysics."
Zhang Xingzong sighed, "There are still too few people in the serious crime team."
Liu Sizheng: "I'll talk to Madam and ask her to divide it."
The member of Team D who had been listening for a while laughed, "That's probably for us. We just closed the case on hand."
"Then we must investigate it carefully."
"Of course." The policeman straightened his collar. "The little god of wealth really treats everyone equally. Group A can't take all the profits, so they've all flowed to us. How about..."
Zhang Xingzong glared in alarm: "What are you thinking? Don't even think about it!"
The stagnant atmosphere at the dinner table due to the case was suddenly broken, and Jian Ruochen curled the corners of his lips.
Three more days passed.
The people in West Kowloon finally fished out Feng Ye's skull from the mud and pieced together a complete body.
"There is a web-like fracture mark on the skull." Guan Yingjun put the photo taken by the forensic department on the whiteboard. "According to the forensic department's judgment, this scar was not left after the body was dismembered. It should be the fatal wound that caused Feng Ye's death."
"The murder weapon was a blunt object, killing him with one strike."
"We haven't found the luggage yet, and now we have to look for the murder weapon..." Bi Xianxian put her fingers into her hair and rubbed it, rubbing off a few long hairs.
"I have an idea about the luggage." Jian Ruochen said.
The other eight people in Group A raised their heads with burning eyes.
Jian Ruochen paused when he met these expectant and trusting gazes, "I can't always be right."
Guan Yingjun made way for the seat in front of the whiteboard and said, "You come up first."
"Yeah." Jian Ruo took a deep breath.
He now has colleagues and friends who can support him, and he feels pressure he has never felt before.
In the past, he behaved like an old detective because he grew up in a courtyard and interacted with people in military uniforms, from generals to sergeants, all of them were half-fathers to him.
For many things, you will naturally learn them if you see them more.
Even if you have never been a policeman, you can pretend to be one.
As I was acting, I really became a member of the Hong Kong Police Department, but many of my acting skills were no longer able to be displayed.
Faced with the expectations of my colleagues, I began to fear letting them down.
Jian Ruochen packed up his folders, took a box of small magnets and stood in front of the whiteboard. "According to the fax sent by Guan Sir's informant, in the past six years, most of the academic salons that the professor has participated in in Hong Kong are located in these locations."
He picked up a few bright yellow magnets. "The Central Hotel next to the West Kowloon Trade Square."
“Shangri-La Hotel next to New World Centre in Tsim Sha Tsui.”
"Bowen Villa behind the Hung Shing Temple on Xiangjiang Island."
"Tin Shing Villa in the New Territories."
“Except for these four, the rest are relatively scattered.”
Jian Ruochen said as he pulled out pieces of vitriol paper from the folder and put them on the map one by one.
The red and blue alternating lines on the sulfuric acid paper immediately overlapped with the roads on the map.
There are more than a hundred pictures, all of which are route analyses made by Jian Ruochen.
There is no surveillance these days, so if you want to find out the whereabouts of a suspect, you can only rely on this exhaustive method.
The workload is heavy and tiring, but fortunately it is effective.
"After joining the university, professors live in the residences assigned by Hong Kong University. There are only a few routes from Central to the places where academic salons are held." Jian Ruochen took out a ruler, "For him, the routes he often takes are undoubtedly safe. For example, Tsim Sha Tsui and Sham Shui Po."
Guan Yingjun looked carefully and found that these two areas indeed had the most overlapping lines, crisscrossing each other like a dense net.
Ding Gao asked: "What do these routes have to do with the luggage? Would he throw away the luggage along the way? After so many years, if he threw it away... then the luggage must have been disposed of by the recycling station. How can we find it?"
"No." Jian Ruochen said firmly, "He won't lose it."
Or rather...
Not all will be lost.
"I asked Professor Li about the benefits that tenured professors can enjoy, as well as the bonuses and salaries for papers. Roughly speaking, there should be 30 to 40 million in the account under Oliver Keith's name."
Jian Ruochen laughed, "But he doesn't live like he has that much money."
Zhang Xingzong didn't understand: "How can you tell that?"
Jian Ruochen handed out the photocopied psychological analysis, "He is very vain and claims to be a noble. Such a person should have used a lot of money to adorn himself, buying clothes, watches, and cars, but he didn't."
"Didn't we discuss research funding some time ago? Since he can come, it means he loves money, wants money, and is in need of money."
"With so much money, where did he spend it to become so poor?"
Jian Ruochen groaned: "I guess he bought a house in Hong Kong, in Sham Shui Po and Tsim Sha Tsui."
Zhang Xingzong heard the hidden meaning, "Do you think he bought a house to store his crime tools and the victim's belongings?"
"I can only say... it's a direction for investigation." Jian Ruochen raised his head and drew two red circles on the map. "Within these two ranges, the housing prices here are 50,000 to 60,000 per square meter. Buying a 200-square-meter apartment would cost tens of millions. The professor has a car, and the teacher's apartment does not come with a parking space. If the professor also bought a parking space nearby..."
Houses in Hong Kong are already expensive enough, but parking spaces are even more expensive than houses.
Even in the 1990s, spending 30 million was a piece of cake in this place.
Jian Ruochen circled a few more places with a blue marker pen. "I asked Butler Luo to check the launch date and price and identified five communities where the houses are more in line with the professor's purchasing conditions. We can go directly to the management office to visit and get a list of owners."
Everyone looked at Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun said: "It's up to him."
"Yes sir!"
As soon as Lin Yazhi entered the room, she heard a loud response and said with a smile, "It looks like there has been great progress!"
She didn't ask in detail, only said: "We invited an expert in astrophysics. He looked at our rough classification and said that it is basically impossible for these papers to be written by one person. But in his opinion, although it is unethical for a professor to occupy the first author's position, there is nothing wrong with it."
“The academic community will treat first authorship as a favor.”
Jian Ruochen was stunned, "No wonder Oliver Keith has been so arrogant for so many years, but no one has impeached him."
"Has the missing persons list come out?" Guan Yingjun asked.
Lin Yazhi: "It will take some time. The West Kowloon police station has already been dispatched, but some other police stations are not cooperating and are slow to respond. I sent Team E to urge them."
The professor hooks up with Lu Rong.
For these two people, the serious crime squad went into full gear and all members were mobilized.
Even so, it took a month to collect all the evidence.
Check the property, check missing persons reports, and interview people who know the professor to gather evidence.
After more than 30 days of surfing, everyone in Group A became tanned.
Afternoon of July 12th.
Meeting room of Kowloon West Regional Police Station.
The team involved in the investigation of Oliver Keith are all here.
Lin Jiacheng looked around while holding a cup of iced milk tea, "Sir Guan, why hasn't Consultant Jian arrived yet?"
"Yeah." Bi Xianxian came closer. "How can such an important meeting be without a great hero? Nothing will happen to him, right? The situation has been chaotic recently, and there have been many cases of kidnapping."
Guan Yingjun said: "He sent me a message saying that he was stuck on the road. Butler Luo was protecting him, and there were bodyguards in the car, so he had no chance of being kidnapped."
"That's fine." Bi Xianxian sighed sincerely, "I'm really worried about the police in two years. If Jian Ruochen joins the police station, the internal recommendation quota will probably belong to him alone."
The house the professor bought was actually among those five properties.
Yesterday they finally found the house and parking space owned by Oliver Keith.
This skill is really rare.
It doesn't seem like something I have just learned. It's like I have known it since I was born and have not forgotten it completely. Now I can use it to perfection.
He already had the basic skills before he followed Teacher Li, so how did he do that?
It's so strange.
Bi Xianxian couldn't figure it out, so she simply stopped thinking about it.
People arrived one after another, but Jian Ruochen had not arrived yet.
Guan Yingjun glanced at his phone and said, "He's still blocking the tunnel. Let's have a meeting first."
·
Outside the Western Harbour Tunnel.
Jian Ruochen leaned over to look at the convoy in front of him, "Why is it so congested here?"
He has been walking in this tunnel for half a year, passing through it at the same time every day, and it has been unobstructed until today.
"There seems to have been an accident ahead." Luo Binwen said.
"Strange." Jian Ruochen put his hand on the door handle. "What kind of accident could happen in a tunnel? Could there be a car crash? I'll go down and take a look."
"Young Master..." Luo Binwen's voice had just fallen when the car door opened with a click. Jian Ruochen held the door and looked inside. "What's wrong?"
Luo Binwen had no choice but to glare at the driver who opened the door, then turned to the bodyguard and said, "Go and follow him."
Jian Ruochen walked to the checkpoint, stretched his neck to look into the distance, and vaguely saw a flashing red warning light.
He turned around and asked the checkpoint staff, "Uncle, what happened up ahead? Was there a car crash?"
The uncle was a little annoyed and said, "I don't know. It's hard to say."
Jian Ruochen smiled, took out a 1,000 yuan note and handed it over.
The uncle was startled, looked around, and seeing that no one was looking, he raised his hand to grab the money, and his attitude became slightly better, "It was a car accident. If you are in a hurry, either back up and take another road, or wait."
He was tired of work, and as he was talking, he became impatient again and waved his hand, "Go back."
"How could a car crash happen in a tunnel?" Jian Ruochen asked.
"Oh..." The uncle frowned and waved his hands. He turned hostile just because he took the money and said a word. "How should I know——"
The uncle's voice suddenly stopped and he stared at the two orange banknotes in front of him.
Jian Ruochen took out two thousand-yuan bills.
The man grabbed it and hid it in his pocket. He coughed softly and said, "Haha, it should be brake failure. The car couldn't stop and crashed into the side of the tunnel. It failed as soon as it entered the tunnel. I saw it clearly!"
Jian Ruochen took out three more bills: "Anything else?"
The middle-aged man grabbed the money and hid it greedily, his mouth almost stretched to his ears. "He should be a Christian. I saw he was wearing a Christian robe, like a bishop or a priest."
Jian Ruochen's heart skipped a beat.
Priest?
He turned and walked towards the scene of the accident.
The two bodyguards, one clearing the way and the other keeping watch, were afraid that something might happen to Jian Ruochen.
The ambulance hasn't arrived yet.
Jian Ruochen stood outside the cordon and looked into the car. The airbag that popped out from the driver's seat was squeezing the driver. He couldn't see the person's face clearly, only a black robe.
Police officers from the Traffic Accident Management Division of Kowloon West Regional Police Station are busy.
The capable female police officer in the lead was stunned when she saw Jian Ruochen.
She put the splint under her armpit and walked over quickly, "Counselor Jane."
"Has the identity of the driver in the accident been confirmed?" Jian Ruochen went straight to the point.
The policewoman said, “Not yet.”
As soon as he finished speaking, the airbag was deflated, and the scene inside the car was exposed to everyone.
The driver of the accident hung his head, his neck covered in blood, which kept flowing onto the seat cushion inside the car, winding down, falling into the car and then flowing to the ground.
The policewoman's eyes widened in shock. "Has the ambulance not arrived yet?"
"We're here. They're blocked outside and can't get in. The medical staff is ready to carry him on a stretcher," said another person.
But they all knew that with this amount of bleeding, it would probably be useless even if they sent him to the hospital.
Jian Ruochen walked around to the front and looked at the face of the driver of the accident, and then his expression suddenly changed.
It was the supervisor I met at the Christ Church Hospital that day!
Jian Ruochen quickly observed the wounds on the supervisor's body.
There was something wrong with the wound on the neck. The cut surface was so smooth, as if someone had cut it with a blade.
"Don't move at the scene." Jian Ruochen said to the sergeant of the Traffic Accident Handling Section, "Call the Forensic Department. I suspect it's murder."
·
At the same time, the meeting in the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit was coming to an end.
After Guan Yingjun finished his report, he concluded: "Olivier Conant Keith killed Feng Ye in order to steal academic achievements, and may have caused the disappearance of at least eight astrophysics students. We currently suspect that he placed some of the tools used in the crime and the victim's belongings at 1209, Block 8, Qingshan Apartment, Sham Shui Po."
Lin Yazhi took out the search warrant: "Team A is responsible for searching 1209, Team B will go to Xiangjiang University and search the professor's office, and Team C will go to the teacher's apartment and ask the professor to come to the police station."
She was about to say something else when she heard the public line phone ring.
Lin Yazhi walked over and picked up the phone. "Hello? This is the meeting room."
"Madam!" The girl on the phone was about to cry, "Someone made a threatening call to the police station! He said... that there was a bomb in the Western Harbour Tunnel!"
"The Traffic Accident Handling Department just sent me a message that there was a car accident over there and the traffic has not moved for nearly an hour!"
Guan Yingjun was standing close by and heard this.
His eyelids twitched suddenly, as if he was falling into an abyss. He almost felt like he was stepping on empty air and was extremely panicked.
He clenched his fingers for a moment, and a faint ringing sounded in his ears.
Jian Ruochen is still there!
"What does he want?" Guan Yingjun pressed the hands-free button, his solar plexus throbbing like needles, and said in a hoarse voice, "Since he called me, he wants to negotiate. What does he want?"
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