Chapter 126 So avant-garde?
The hot water poured down, soaking his head and face, making Jian Ruochen's shirt and pants stick tightly to his body.
He was wearing a blue and white silk shirt today. It was very thin, and when water poured down on it, the pink and white were immediately clearly visible.
Jian Ruochen lowered his head to look at himself, and saw Guan Yingjun's eyes out of the corner of his eye. His ears felt hot, and he raised his hand to wipe the water off his face, then looked up at Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun couldn't stand this kind of knowing look, just like he couldn't stand Jian Ruochen knowing that he would pull her into the bathroom, but still came.
Come barefoot.
"Why aren't you wearing shoes?" Guan Yingjun looked at Jian Ruochen's trembling eyelashes with water droplets, and asked himself, "I figured I would pull you in, didn't I?"
The sandals he bought for Jian Ruochen had a row of small goose down balls on them. In addition to the soft straw soles, there was also a circle of cotton lace on the bottom. After getting wet, they would not look good even if they were dried.
So Jian Ruochen came here prepared to get wet.
"Yes." Jian Ruochen admitted lightly.
He felt that he was no longer the person who would blush and run away in panic when trying to test whether Guan Yingjun liked him at the beginning.
He still has work to do tomorrow, so it wouldn't matter even if Guan Yingjun dragged him in.
This man is just that kind of person.
Everything was as expected.
Guan Yingjun touched his face and said, "When I heard there was a bomb in the undersea tunnel today, I almost thought I was going to lose you."
"I'm here." Jian Ruochen hooked his neck and pulled him down, then tilted his head back and kissed him. Their wet faces pressed against each other, their breath filled with moisture.
Guan Yingjun lowered his head, and the suppressed emotions in his chest burst out with this kiss.
Hot water poured down from the top of my head, flowing to the corners of my eyes and mouth.
The thoughts floating in the air were locked tightly in the body by this kiss, turning into heat and rushing to every part of the body.
Jian Ruochen couldn't help but take a breath through his nose, then choked on a mouthful of water and started coughing.
Guan Yingjun turned off the shower head and patted his back gently.
The clothes stuck to his body and were wet and uncomfortable. Jian Ruochen felt annoyed, so he took them all off, opened the door and threw them out, while untying his hair. He turned on the shower and washed the water off his body.
The door of the shower room was open and the bathroom was flooded. This house has never been so messy since I bought it.
Guan Yingjun raised his hand to close the door, then put his arm around Jian Ruochen's waist and patted him, "Stand up straight."
"What's wrong?" Jian Ruochen stood up with his legs together.
Guan Yingjun compared his height and said, "You've grown taller."
"Really?" Jian Ruochen suddenly forgot the original purpose of coming here. He stood up straight, chest to chest, and compared with Guan Yingjun.
He has indeed grown taller. Before, he was as high as Guan Yingjun's lower lip, and his head could hit people's chest if he covered it. Now he is under Guan Yingjun's nose tip, and he can bump into people if he raises his head.
In half a year, it grew about four or five centimeters.
Jian Ruochen smiled happily, pursing her lips and asking, "How tall are you?"
"192." Guan Yingjun squeezed some shampoo and said, "Turn around."
Jian Ruo was immersed in the joy of growing taller. She followed instructions one by one, counting as she turned, "Then I am 176 cm tall."
He is only twenty years old. If he grows another year taller, he should have no problem growing to 1.8 meters.
Guan Yingjun chuckled softly, but didn't respond. He rubbed the shower gel on Jian Ruochen's back, evenly rubbing it from top to bottom. He reached out and touched his belly and patted it, "Put your legs together."
Jian Ruochen said "Oh" and asked, "Do you want to compete again?"
"No more comparison."
The next moment, Jian Ruochen shuddered, pressed his fingers on the tile, and looked down in shock.
Guan Yingjun leaned over and kissed him on the shoulder, "You didn't expect this, did you?"
Jian Ruo said in a low voice, "How would I know that people in the 90s would understand this!"
Aren't you very conservative?
Why is this so avant-garde now?
Guan Yingjun is very strong, and when he raises his hands to hug someone, he feels as if he cannot afford to be criticized.
Jian Ruochen then realized that he had made a mistake. He raised his hand to touch the handle of the bathroom door, but before he could push it out, his wrist was grabbed and both hands were held in Guan Yingjun's palms.
His mind suddenly raced, and he thought: Fortunately, they are not handcuffs, otherwise it would be the same as arrest.
The cramped shower room is unavoidable.
Jian Ruochen: "You..."
"It's all right." Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen's hand with some shower gel on it, lowered his voice, and coaxed him patiently, "Be good."
Jian Ruochen hesitated, and before he could say anything, he was caught and turned into a mess.
I was thinking again in a daze.
Oh, that's true...
Using your legs alone won't delay your work.
The pattern on the tiles in front of me goes up and down.
Jian Ruochen felt that he was sometimes 1.7 meters tall, sometimes 1.8 meters tall, and soon he could no longer stand still.
"Be good, come together." Guan Yingjun was very strong, and he half-huggled the person close to him, so that his toes could only rub lightly on the tile floor. The breathing sounds intertwined together, and then disappeared along with the water flow, rushing into the floor drain.
Jian Ruochen didn't even know how he finished his shower. He only remembered that the hair dryer was so noisy that it made his legs hurt.
The next day, Jian Ruochen picked out the loosest pair of sports shorts.
After breakfast, when Guan Yingjun put his legs up and put on his shoes, he saw some red spots at the end of his trouser legs. He couldn't help feeling a little guilty, but when he thought about the kick that Jian Ruochen gave him in the stomach before he went to bed, he felt it was worth it.
Jian Ruochen glanced at him coldly: "What are you looking at?"
Guan Yingjun said calmly and seriously: "I love you."
It's like saying, I want to eat fried rice with egg today.
Jian Ruochen choked.
When he goes to graduate school, he will definitely write a paper on how Guan Yingjun's personality was formed.
The pants were made of cotton, loose and comfortable, but they still rubbed my legs a little. But once I got to the police station and got down to business, I immediately ignored this discomfort.
"What?"
"Escaped?" Jian Ruochen's eyes widened.
Zhang Xingzong raised his finger and said, "To be precise, I didn't escape."
He tried to hold it in until he could no longer hold it in and burst out laughing. He hung on Liu Sizheng and laughed so hard that he couldn't straighten his back. "Hahaha, brother Zheng, tell consultant Jian that hahaha."
Liu Sizheng's shoulders trembled and he pushed the man away. "Yesterday morning around 1 a.m., Oliver Keith lied that he needed to go to the bathroom. After the guard took him there, he didn't see him come out for ten minutes, so he went in to check."
"It was then discovered that one of the bars on the toilet window had been removed, and Oliver Keith was trying to escape through the gap."
Jian Ruochen was curious: "Then?"
"When the police officer on duty passed by, he saw that he was stuck and was removing the second anti-theft pipe." Liu Sizheng also thought of something interesting, and he laughed, "Then they pulled him out and locked him up again."
Jian Ruochen: ...Ah?
Zhang Xingzong finally stopped laughing, a little out of breath, "In fact, even if he removed all the anti-theft pipes, he couldn't escape. The detention center has only one entrance and exit, and there are electric fences on the surrounding walls. If you want to go in and out, you can only use your ID card to go out from the only entrance."
The cases handled by the West Kowloon Regional Police Station are of a more serious nature. Cases that can be resolved in the division will not be transferred to the region. Petty thefts, robberies of small amounts, or fights will not be brought here at all.
These are all serial killers or extremely dangerous gang members.
Since 1974, the detention center has gradually increased its facilities and strengthened its anti-escape measures. Now it is as solid as a rock and even has four small lookout towers.
Want to escape? No way.
Jian Ruochen was silent for a while, not knowing what to say.
How could such a person kill so many senior intellectuals?
Is it just by taking advantage of other people's kindness? The kinder and more trusting people are, the more likely they are to be killed by him.
So those who died were actually good people.
"It is said that the man was beaten up in the detention center. Now his face and nose are swollen and he can only eat by stuffing food into the cracks of his mouth." Ding Gao said.
"Hey, you are so stubborn." Bi Xianxian hit Ding Gao on the head with the rolled-up document. "That's because you were in a panic when escaping and accidentally got stuck in the security fence. Your head is swollen and your appetite is not very good."
Ding Gao hesitated, "...Oh."
Jian Ruochen sighed, "It's all your own fault."
As long as he wasn't killed, that's fine.
Oh no, as long as it’s not stuck.
It's too easy for such a scum to die.
The serious crime team sorted out the existing interrogation materials on hand and began to search for the families of other victims based on the missing persons list according to the evidence information analyzed by the forensic department.
Oliver Keith had too many cases on his shoulders. There were nine disappearance cases that might be related to him. In addition to Feng Ye who had been found, there were still eight who had not been found. Countless physical evidences were rescued that day.
In order to confirm that the missing person is related to Oliver Keith, they have to take photos of these things to the victim's family for confirmation.
If he's alive, I want to see him in person. If he's dead, I want to see his body.
But it is not easy to find a living person, let alone a corpse.
Seven days later, only a skeleton was found in an old rat well near Ma'anshan.
The bones were all gnawed by rats and were in tatters. They were incomplete when put together and were extremely creepy.
When Jian Ruochen went over to take a look, he happened to see the DNA results coming out, and a couple who had found their child were crying and hugging each other.
The other parents who came over for comparison clasped their hands in panic.
They knew that even if there was no news, there was still hope, even if it wasn't much, at least there was some.
The aunt's hair was half white. When she saw Jian Ruochen, she just came over sobbing, grabbed his hand and held it tightly, and said in a trembling voice: "Good boy, I know you."
She looked very intellectual, elegant, like an intellectual, "I know the murderer is British."
She choked and gritted her teeth, "British."
The British were treated well in Hong Kong, and even the law gave them some leniency.
The woman's tears fell, "He killed so many people, he must pay with his life!"
Her husband came over and put his arm around his wife's thin shoulders, "Don't make things difficult for the child."
He said: "If he's alive, I want to see him. If he's dead, I want to see his body. Son, you did a good job. I know it's hard to sentence the British to death..."
Tears fell drop by drop on the clasped hands.
Jian Ruochen responded softly, "Yeah."
He knows.
The British Hong Kong government is so arrogant, but in the final analysis, it is just bullying the weak and fearing the strong.
In 2030, it will be like this.
Jian Ruochen said: "I will try my best."
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Eight days after Oliver Keith's arrest.
Jian Ruochen spent the whole morning reading through a thick stack of evidence documents and roughly classified the hard evidence and the documents to be verified.
One o'clock in the afternoon.
Jian Ruochen, Guan Yingjun, Zhang Xingzong, and Bi Kankan sat opposite Oliver Keith.
Jian Ruochen smiled at Oliver Keith, who was wearing a reddish-brown detention center uniform, and said, "Nice to meet you again."
Oliver Keith had lost weight, and his face was still swollen and bruised.
He stared at Jian Ruochen, his face full of resentment and hatred, and he did not hide the panic in his eyes.
Jian Ruochen flipped open the file and said, "Four people are interrogating you. How do you feel about the high standards of hospitality in West Kowloon?"
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