Chapter 125 Why aren’t you wearing shoes?
Jian Ruochen was still a little dazed when Oliver Keith was sent to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
This sanctimonious professor was now disheveled, with half of his face covered in white dry powder, one of his shoes missing, and a large purple patch on his forehead.
Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng, each holding one of the arms, dragged the man into the door like a dead dog.
Jian Ruochen ate the sandwich he had just bought without any expression on his face, and then drank half a glass of boiled water. Only then did he feel the air in his chest being swallowed into his stomach.
Three months had passed since they had gotten their hands on the MI6 files and the phentermine and captured Oliver Keith.
Originally, the serious crime team just wanted to find Jiang Hanyu's other supplier through the benzodiazepine locked in the bank safe, but they didn't expect to accidentally solve so many other cases.
Oliver Keith is involved in too many interests and cases.
West Kowloon caught him through the Feng Ye disappearance case, but he must not be convicted based solely on the Feng Ye disappearance case, otherwise he would get away with it.
Everyone knows that the real tug-of-war has just begun.
Jian Ruochen made another glass of lemonade, opened the drawer of Guan Yingjun's desk, grabbed a handful of vitamin candies and put them in his pocket, then opened one and put it in his mouth.
After the adrenaline faded, the exhaustion of surviving a disaster came to you belatedly.
Just now……
Even if he made a mistake in chess or miscalculated by a millimeter, he would be dead.
The bomb disposal experts from the Explosive Ordnance Disposal Department, the police from the Traffic Accident Handling Department, the uniformed police guarding the cordon, and the people who had not yet evacuated from both ends of the tunnel...
The lives of hundreds of people depend on his judgment.
If he was wrong, his own death would be the least of the consequences.
Jian Ruochen supported himself on the table and slowly sat down in the chair behind the desk. He vaguely heard someone outside say, "Sir Guan, Oliver Keith is being held in the First Detention Center. The formalities will be completed in half an hour."
"Yes." Guan Yingjun's breath seemed a little unstable. "Let it sit for a week. No one is allowed to have any verbal communication with the suspect for a week. The trial will resume after a week."
"Yes sir."
The footsteps are getting closer.
Jian Ruochen looked up and subconsciously smiled at the person who was looking at him.
Guan Yingjun's black sneakers were covered with white dust, making them look gray. His hair hanging in front of his forehead was a little messy. Before he even walked in, he could smell the bitter smell of gasoline.
He paused, then strode towards Jian Ruochen.
He was so aggressive, as if he was going to bring an army to hold someone accountable.
But when he walked into the office and in front of Jian Ruochen, he couldn't say anything. He looked at him again and again in silence before raising his hand and touching Jian Ruochen's face with his fingertips. The words went around in his mouth for a few times, and finally he said, "I'm glad you're okay."
Guan Yingjun couldn't explain his feelings.
If he was not a policeman, the moment he learned that there was a bomb in the Western District Undersea Tunnel, he would have dropped everything he was doing and rushed to Jian Ruochen.
But he is.
He knew that the response method that Jian Ruochen came up with in a short period of time was the best, the fastest to execute, and the most likely to succeed.
But I'm still afraid.
Guan Yingjun turned his back to the door, and using his body to block the view, he slowly stroked Jian Ruochen's face with his fingertips. Considering his identity, he could only scan Jian Ruochen's face inch by inch with his eyes.
He was afraid that when he returned to the police station, he would not find Jian Ruochen curled up on the sofa with a pillow in his arms, reading documents in the office.
I was afraid to see Jian Ruochen lying quietly on the hospital bed.
"I'm glad you're okay." Guan Yingjun said again and was about to take his hand back.
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and grabbed the trembling fingertips, then lifted them up to his face. He pressed his hot and somewhat rough palm against the side of his face, causing him to shiver.
He turned his face away and rubbed it. No one spoke for a while.
Guan Yingjun stared at him for a while, then suddenly supported himself on the table with one hand, leaned over and lowered his head, restraining himself and kissing Jian Ruochen's forehead.
As soon as Bi Xianxian entered the room, she saw Guan Yingjun leaning over Jian Ruochen. She didn't know what he was doing, so she immediately took a step back holding the documents.
Ding Gao, who was following behind, didn't react. He staggered and almost lost his balance. "What's wrong? Why don't you go in?"
Bi Xianxian choked up and said, "...the cleaning lady is mopping the floor."
Ding Gao:......
"Aren't we responsible for the sanitation of the serious crime team? Where do we get the cleaning staff?"
The serious crime squad has confidential information all over the place. For convenience, all the information is placed on the ground, and there is no chance for outsiders to be allowed up.
How can Sister Bi lie with her eyes open?
Bi Xianxian sighed, "Why are you so heartless?"
Ding Gao:......
Why impeach him suddenly?
The two waited outside for a few minutes. Bi Xianxian looked inside and saw that the two had separated in the inspector's office at the end, so she walked in with the documents.
Ding Gao followed behind and saw Jian Ruochen sitting on the sofa reading documents. He was even more confused and sat behind the desk scratching his head.
What?
What on earth happened here just now?
Why can’t I come in?
Jian Ruochen hid his face behind the upright folder, rubbed his numb mouth with the back of his hand, glanced sideways at Guan Yingjun, and saw the man clench his teeth and chew the candy he had just snatched away into pieces with a crunch.
Jian Ruochen's voice was weak: "Childish."
You are an adult, but you still want to snatch candy from other people's mouths. If you can't get it, you even tickle the flesh on his waist. This is very unsportsmanlike.
Guan Yingjun laughed, "Let's get the interrogation materials ready today. I'll take you home later."
In fact, he wanted to take Jian Ruochen home directly.
What happened today was so thrilling that it left me with lingering fears.
"I won't go back..." Jian Ruochen muttered.
There is heavy traffic in the West District Undersea Tunnel, and traffic has been gradually resumed after the accident was dealt with. The STN news has probably been broadcast by now.
He was well aware of the capabilities of his own news department. Their sources of information were reliable and their actions were quick. They could report a small matter like the police catching a thief as thrillingly as they would catching the king of thieves, not to mention today's series of incidents that were linked together.
It must be shot like a documentary film.
Butler Luo is so smart. After reading the news, he must have understood that he knew there was a bomb in the car at that time. The meeting and the East District Tunnel were all excuses he came up with on the spur of the moment to scare people away.
I feel guilty.
Jian Ruochen's eyes darted around for a while, "I live outside."
It's also okay to book a hotel near the police station.
Guan Yingjun turned around and smiled, "I've given you the other key to the apartment. You can stay at my house during this time. It's close to the police station."
"Oh." Jian Ruochen responded dryly, and arranged the information and cases handled during this period in chronological order, and placed the folder on the table under the whiteboard in the outer office so that others could add information to it.
Ding Gao looked at the documents that Jian Ruochen had sorted out and murmured, "It's a pity that we can't try Oliver Keith now. He has too many cases and we haven't integrated our clues yet."
Jian Ruochen: "It's okay, let's wait for a week and see."
Ding Gao looked at him in surprise, "Sir Guan said the same thing."
Jian Ruochen said, "This kind of criminal who has committed many crimes is easier to try if he is left alone for a while."
In the detention center on the first floor.
Oliver Keith sat blankly on the chair in the detention room, staring at the cold iron door in a daze.
He couldn't figure it out.
I can't figure out what went wrong.
Obviously everything went according to the plan. How could a normal person gamble on the possibility that the criminal couldn't see the scene and instead let his companions continue to investigate the case?
Isn’t Jian Ruochen afraid of death?
He racked his brains but couldn't understand how there could be a billionaire in this world who is not afraid of death.
Oliver Keith stood up, holding his still aching abdomen, and limped around in the detention room. When he saw the guard outside, his eyes rolled and he asked, "When can I see the police? I've been wrongly accused."
The police officer thought to himself, you idiot, you're still crying out for injustice, you've been caught in the act but you still can't tell the difference between the big Wang and the small Wang?
He glanced over without any expression, standing still without saying a word.
Oliver Keith's forehead twitched.
No one would ignore him like this before!
He asked again, but the person at the door didn't say a word.
After a few hours, the guards changed shifts. There was no communication between them. They just looked at each other and took over in silence.
Oliver Keith thought that someone else would be able to say something, so he asked a few more questions in the same old way, but the police officer guarding the door was as still as a piece of wood, and even his breathing was very light.
Oliver Keith took a breath anxiously, and just when he thought it was normal that the police in the detention center could not speak, he heard a prisoner in the detention room next to him say a few words to the police officer.
What's going on?
Why can others say it but he can't?
How much evidence do Jian Ruochen and the others have?
Could it be that...
Could it be that Feng Ye was just a cover, and the West Kowloon Regional Police Station actually knew everything?
Oliver Keith was so frightened by his own guess that a thin layer of sweat broke out on his back.
He limped around the detention room. The more pain he felt, the more panic and fear he became.
No, he couldn't just sit there and wait for death.
He couldn't face the man who kicked him and banged his head against the wall again!
You have to find a way to run.
Oliver Keith waited until midnight, until the Kowloon West Regional Police Station was quiet and empty, and then he said to the guard, "I want to go to the toilet."
In the early morning, the serious crime squad got off work.
Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun returned to the Bauhinia Apartment behind Lan Kwai Fong.
Guan Yingjun took the key and opened the door.
Jian Ruochen followed behind with his phone in hand and answered Luo Binwen's question seriously when he would be home.
She said she lived near the police station and told him not to worry, that everything was fine and that everyone was safe. I'm just too busy to go back.
He finished speaking in one breath, hung up the phone at the speed of light, then took off his socks and put on the slippers prepared on the porch.
"Want to take a shower?" Guan Yingjun put away the keys, took out his belt, and removed the handcuffs and gun.
"You go first." Jian Ruochen said.
Guan Yingjun went to the bedroom to get some clean clothes and went into the bathroom.
Jian Ruochen threw his socks into the laundry basket, tiptoed lazily towards the sofa, and fell sideways on the carpet in front of the sofa. As soon as I closed my eyes, I somehow remembered how Guan Yingjun looked when he just returned to the police station.
Her eyes seemed to be red, and she didn't have time to clean the dust on her feet. She stared at him as soon as she entered the room, wanting to touch him but restraining herself, and even the kiss ended quickly.
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips, listened to the sound of water, and suddenly stood up.
In the bathroom.
Guan Yingjun stood under the hot water and rubbed his face roughly.
He felt a little regretful, regretting bringing Jian Ruochen into the serious crime squad.
If he hadn't asked Jian Ruochen to be a consultant at that time.
Then Jian Ruochen could follow Teacher Li and follow the political route step by step. He could start by working in a branch police station, and when he moves up the ladder, he wouldn't have to live on the edge of a knife, where one wrong move could mean death.
The shampoo in my hand had been there for too long and it slipped through my fingers.
Guan Yingjun rinsed his fingers and poured hot water on his forehead. He pushed back the hair that was blocking his vision, revealing his smooth forehead.
Jian Ruochen stared at the blurry shadow in the bathroom for a while, then pressed the doorknob and walked in.
The bathroom door rang.
Guan Yingjun was startled and looked sideways.
The shower room was separated by glass, and it was filled with steam and looked hazy. I only saw a palm pressing on the glass of the shower room and gently wiping it.
The condensed water vapor on the outside disappeared immediately, revealing a clear piece of glass, and the two looked at each other for a moment.
Guan Yingjun froze. He looked down and saw Jian Ruochen standing barefoot on the tiles. His mind went blank. Hot water poured down from the sides of his shoulders and neck, scalding his whole body.
Jian Ruochen said softly: "I've thought about it carefully, and you might have some messy thoughts."
Guan Yingjun has this kind of personality. On the surface, he seems calm and indifferent, introverted and restrained, but in fact he is very sensitive. He can think of a lot of twists and turns in a moment and list all the possible consequences of his actions one by one. Then try to choose the best execution, and make the rest plan B or plan C.
The piece of glass that had been wiped open was gradually covered with water vapor again.
Guan Yingjun pushed the door, the waterproof strip made a "pop" sound, and some of the hot water overflowed instantly.
He closed the door again, "Why aren't you wearing shoes?"
Jian Ruochen stepped on the overflowing water with his toes, making a slight tapping sound in the bathroom.
Mixed in with the sound of hot water falling, it was so obvious, yet so hidden.
Guan Yingjun couldn't help it, he reached out, opened the door, and pulled the person in.
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