Chapter 13: A Little Magic (Edited)
Sunday morning.
A startled shout came from the office of Team A of the Criminal Investigation Department of the Kowloon West Regional Police Station: "Ten what?!"
Jian Ruochen rubbed his ears which were almost numb from the shock and repeated calmly, "Ten male models."
Zhang Xingzong looked at Guan Yingjun, who was sitting not far away with his arms folded and an expressionless face, and then looked at Jian Ruochen, who looked normal, and murmured: Brave, brave, brave...
He thought Sir Guan would be angry.
But Guan Yingjun thought for a moment and said, "It's feasible."
Zhang Xingzong: Where is it feasible?
"Sir Guan, isn't this a bit against the rules?"
"What rules?" Guan Yingjun raised his eyes, his tone sharp. "Can rules help you solve the case? Or should we just sit here and wait for my informant to tell us which store the invitation was bought from, and then go to the suspect's house to ask him what he looks like, and then look for him for ten days or half a month?"
Zhang Xingzong hesitated, "But Sir Guan, the team has no money. Can't we just let Jian Ruochen sit at the bar and wait for someone to take the bait?"
The serious crime squad is really poor.
Group A is okay, Sir Guan is generous and often pays for the subsidies out of his own pocket.
Group B is now so poor that they have to eat coarse food, not to mention cdefg’s fellow sufferers.
After all, solving unsolved cases requires real money.
It costs money to go out on field visits, it costs money to keep informants, it costs money to hire a salvage team when you encounter a sunken body, it costs money to hire a professional excavation team when you encounter someone missing in the mountains, and even if you want to drink better coffee while working overtime, you need money.
They couldn't afford a single extra penny.
Where is the money to squander like this?
Guan Yingjun was silent for a moment, "Put it on my account first."
Zhang Xingzong's black-framed glasses were shaken crooked, and his expression was blank, "Huh?"
Guan Yingjun lit a cigarette and put the cigarette box back into his pocket. "This suspect is extremely cautious. It's unlikely that he will show up if we just wait. Besides, if Jian Ruochen puts this face in the corner of the nightclub, people will rush over one after another. Can you recognize which one is the suspect?"
"Then you can recognize the male model if you click on it?"
Jian Ruochen reminded: "The angriest one."
Zhang Xingzong suddenly realized.
Oh, yes, Sir Guan said the day before yesterday that the suspect seemed to like Jian Ruochen.
Put yourself in their shoes. A person thinks he has helped his sweetheart solve a problem and prepares a place for a romantic date. However, his sweetheart goes to the date place and orders ten male models first.
...How infuriating is this?
Zhang Xingzong gritted his teeth and asked, "Are ten too many? Can you handle it?"
There, both men and women are extremely skilled.
He grumbled, "You must not drink, and don't let those people get too close. If they get too close, it will affect our surveillance."
Jian Ruochen uttered an "oh", seeming to be obedient and sensible.
Zhang Xingzong and other brothers in the serious crime squad slowly relaxed.
After evening.
Guan Yingjun lit some incense with his cigarette butt and took his brothers from Serious Crime Unit A to the shrine in the southeast corner of the Serious Crime Unit's hall to worship the green-robed Guan Gong.
The bronze statue of Guan Erye looks imposing, with his beard twirling with his left hand and a Green Dragon Crescent Blade in his right hand, looking very majestic.
Jian Ruochen had only seen this kind of scene in Hong Kong movies. He widened his eyes in curiosity. Only after Guan Yingjun finished speaking and inserted the incense into the incense burner did he blink his slightly dry eyes.
Guan Yingjun asked: "Never seen it?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Ruochen retracted his fingers and said "hmm". Her face is a little pink, and she is so well-behaved and honest that it is a little abnormal.
There are a total of 10 teams in the Serious Crime Unit of the Hong Kong West Kowloon Regional Police Station, each with about 15 people, totaling about 150 people. The teams are distinguished by English initials and all have offices on the same floor.
Many people saw Guan Yingjun worshipping Guan Gong.
The head of Team C was surprised and asked, "Sir Guan, we have a clue about the Sham Shui Po patrol case so soon?"
Guan Yingjun: “Yeah.”
The inspector of Team C took a deep breath and said, "I'm so jealous. We've been following this case for two months. How did you guys do it?"
Guan Yingjun didn't respond. It would be awkward to say that they selected the male model in order to solve the case.
He turned around and went out on patrol with his men.
The team A led by Guan Yingjun is streamlined, with only 8 people, including Jian Ruochen, a non-staff member, a total of 9 people.
Nine people, three cars, divided into three groups, drove at high speed to the Platinum Club not far from Hong Kong University.
Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun were in the same car, Zhang Xingzong was driving, and the two were sitting in the back seat.
Guan Yingjun said: "The Platinum Club is one of the Lu family's businesses. Currently, Team Z is responsible for collecting evidence for the crackdown on pornography."
Zhang Xingzong enviously said, "It's a good job. You can get a lot of money by investigating and confiscating places like this. The bonus from the higher-ups is very high."
Jian Ruochen was thoughtful. Lu Qian’s?
The lights are coming on.
The night is getting darker.
The lights inside the Platinum Club are brilliant, the music is deafening, and men and women are toasting each other, enjoying the moon and the wind.
According to the agreed plan, Jian Ruochen walked to the center of the circle formed by the police and sat down.
He took off his heavy coat, revealing a white knitted sweater underneath.
The collar of the sweater was open to the collarbone, and the cuffs were placed on the palms. The tight jeans outlined her slender legs. There was not much flesh on her thighs, and they were squeezed out a little by the edge of the sofa, giving her a bit of youthful temptation.
The supervisor on duty took a look and found that the sweater was Armani!
Big order!
He personally took the drink menu over and said, "Hello, what can I do for you?"
Jian Ruochen leaned back on the sofa in the booth, crossed his legs, and raised his chin lazily and comfortably, "I'll pay for all the drinks."
A few quiet exclamations were heard from the nearby booth.
"How generous!"
"I'm so lucky to meet such a young man~"
"Do you want to talk to me? I need your contact information."
Amid the whispers and flattery, some people also said disdainfully: "Isn't it just a private room? How much can it be worth?"
"Definitely not as good as you." The person next to him complimented.
Jian Ruochen glanced around and took in the expressions of everyone sitting in the booth beside him.
Poor people are happy, rich people are disdainful.
There were only a few single men hiding in the shadows whose expressions could not be seen clearly. They were out of place with the atmosphere of the night club which had suddenly become lively because someone paid the bill.
Jian Ruochen withdrew his gaze.
The supervisor bent down even lower, handed over the booklet with photos, and whispered, "Do you need any other service?"
Jian Ruochen calmly took out a silver cigarette case from his pocket, imitated Guan Yingjun's movements, took out a cigarette, put it in his mouth and tilted his head.
The supervisor quickly took out a lighter and helped him light it.
Zhang Xingzong was stunned.
He covered his chest and said, "I let go of this too early."
Zhang Xingzong turned around and asked Guan Sir, "Does he have a grudge against you?"
Guan Yingjun looked at the familiar cigarette box, and touched his pocket with a sullen face, and sure enough, the cigarette box inside was missing.
He didn't even know when it was taken.
His hands and feet are quite flexible, doesn't that mean he can't twitch?
Guan Yingjun half-closed his eyes and looked at Jian Ruochen. He saw that he was very unfamiliar with smoking. He just held the cigarette in his mouth for a while and then exhaled, and the cigarette did not even go up to his lungs.
In the smoke, Jian Ruochen said softly with a hint of meaning: "Supervisor? It seems that you don't have a very good eye for people."
The supervisor suddenly realized what was going on and quickly changed the booklet and handed it over. This time it was filled with men, all with sharp eyebrows and bright eyes, and their specialties and prices were written on the sides.
Jian Ruochen randomly selected 10 of them, "Just these few, leave both booklets on my desk."
"Okay." Although he didn't understand, he was happy with whatever the sponsor said.
The supervisor turned around and winked, and a waiter came up with a fruit plate.
He said, "Eat some fruit first."
Jian Ruochen stopped eating, took out the pager from his pocket, put it to his lips and said, "The eight o'clock and three o'clock directions are suspicious."
The young man frowned slightly, as if he was a little annoyed of waiting, and his voice was as soft as a feather, and it was estimated that even if you were close, you wouldn't be able to hear clearly.
Guan Yingjun could hear it clearly because Jian Ruochen's message was sent to his pager.
After hearing this, his face turned gloomy.
Zhang Xingzong opened his mouth blankly, thinking that the suspect had not yet gotten angry enough, but the head of their serious crime team might be angry to death.
Guan Sir's money is also money, you can't spend it like this...
If we return empty-handed today, how will things end?
The male models came quickly.
Jian Ruochen's eyes swept over the one who was wearing the least. That person immediately smiled and walked towards him with a swaying figure.
Just as he was about to put his arm around his shoulder, Jian Ruochen raised his foot and kicked him on the calf, saying, "Did I call you?"
He leered and said, "I don't like disobedient dogs. Drink a glass of wine as punishment."
Jian Ruochen said to the supervisor: "Give me a bottle of expensive wine."
Zhang Xingzong was sweating profusely and almost fainted on the spot.
Before he fainted, he saw Jian Ruochen take out a bank card, put it on the POS machine brought by his supervisor, and withdraw money.
He didn't want to faint, so he said in shock: "He bought it himself? He is so rich?"
Guan Yingjun said coldly: "Just inherited. It is said to be worth 10 billion."
Zhang Xinghe's eyes widened with envy.
Everyone was looking at Jian Ruochen, so the police officers who were following him could openly focus their eyes on the center of the venue.
Zhang Xingzong wiped the sweat off his forehead, looked at Guan Yingjun who remained calm, and asked, "Boss, did you know that he would buy it himself?"
Guan Yingjun's tone turned cold, "I don't know." He paused and reminded: "Don't just focus on Jian Ruochen, pay attention to the young man in the jacket at eight o'clock and the man in the suit at three o'clock."
The man in a suit at three o'clock should be an office worker. He ordered a glass of blue whiskey and his eyes wandered, crossing the center of the venue several times. His vision was out of focus and it was impossible to tell whether he was drunk or not.
At eight o'clock, the young man in the windbreaker only ordered a glass of lemonade, and his eyes glanced at Jian Ruochen vaguely. He was wearing a Vacheron Constantin watch on his hand, and his expression was solemn and almost expressionless.
Jian Ruochen thought to herself, it wasn't that her face was expressionless.
The lips are pressed down, the upper lip is raised, and the corners of the mouth are pulled. This is an expression that is both disgusted with denial and a little nervous.
After this expression appeared for a moment, his frown deepened, his eyes narrowed, and he was obviously more disgusted.
This emotion is not obvious enough to prove that he is the suspect, so he needs to be angered.
Jian Ruochen calmly withdrew his gaze, raised his hand to take the wine handed to him by the male model, did not drink a sip, turned his head to say a few words to the smiling blond male model, and then fed the glass of wine into his stomach.
A few brave ones tried to pretend to be drunk and get close to the boy, but as soon as they got close, they were kicked back to their original position. Then they drank a glass of wine as a punishment, both painfully and happily.
Zhang Xingzong was stunned again and completely forgot to remind Guan Sir.
Guan Yingjun glanced at him and asked, "Don't you find it strange?"
Zhang Xinghe: “What?”
Guan Yingjun: "How can a person who is withdrawn and taciturn suddenly become lively, cheerful and likable?"
Zhang Xingzong took a deep breath and said, "It's not surprising... If I were as rich as him, I don't even dare to think if I would be more lively and cheerful than him."
Guan Yingjun: …
As he was talking, Jian Ruochen actually picked up the silver fork from the fruit plate, poked a watermelon and put it to the mouth of a male model, acting the role of a rebellious young master who went out to hunt for beauties perfectly and vividly.
Zhang Xingzong choked up, "He's such a good actor, I'm not surprised at what kind of personality he has."
If Jian sank and allowed the service personnel to approach, there would be a natural vacuum moat on the side of her, which would make it very obvious when the suspect with ulterior motives approached.
The suspect was wearing a blue-black windbreaker with the zipper open and had a gloomy look in his eyes. He looked like he was going crazy as he pushed through the crowd.
Guan Yingjun immediately stood up, reached his right hand under his armpit, took out his gun, avoided the crowd and walked towards Jian Ruochen.
All the police officers in the serious crime squad are elites among the police. They all have sharp eyes and will naturally not miss this detail.
The suspect was so stunned that he was pinned down on the table by several pairs of hands.
Guan Yingjun raised a black pistol and pressed it against the forehead of the man in the windbreaker, pinching the back of the man's neck with such force that veins bulged.
His tone was cold, like the King of Hell demanding his life, "West Kowloon Crime Unit, CID is doing the job, put handcuffs on him!"
Jian Ruochen stood up and picked up the two booklets that his supervisor had placed on the table. He said to the ten stunned "male models", "I'm sorry, I kicked them a few more times because I needed to handle the case."
The male models all felt a little lost, but soon became happy again.
Although the upward channel right in front of me is fake and I can no longer get close to rich people, today's performance is real!
Who doesn’t like such a generous and no-fuss guest?
The blond male model named Kali boldly blew a kiss to Jian Ruochen, "Sir, come again next time."
Guan Yingjun glanced at him coldly, stretched out his hand to press the suspect's neck, forced him to bend over and lower his head, and then said, "Let's go."
The detectives from the Serious Crime Squad breathed a sigh of relief after they escorted the men out of the Platinum Club.
This case seems a little unreal.
It has never been easier!
The forensic department's work hasn't been completed yet, and they are about to solve the case.
In the past, cases like this with almost no clues would have taken ten days or half a month to solve, even if you had to stay up all night.
Now what?
It's a piece of cake!
The serious crime squad didn't even spend a penny...
Unbelievable!
Zhang Xingzong was already convinced by Jian Ruochen, "My God, where did you get this ability? Luck and strength are both indispensable, and you acted so convincingly!"
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "It's natural."
Guan Yingjun escorted the man into the police car and heard these words when he turned around. Looking at Zhang Xingzong's admiring and envious expression, he was speechless for a moment.
Can you believe this?
He stretched out his hand to Jian Ruochen and asked, "Cigarette box, when did you take it?"
"When we were worshipping Guan Gong, I stood behind you and your pockets were wide open. The cigarette box was shining inside, tempting me!" Jian Ruochen handed the thing over and used his right hand to indicate the distance of a fingernail. "I can do a little magic, so I moved it over."
Guan Yingjun remained silent.
How can someone so confidently call taking someone's things a magic trick?
He looked at the booklet Jian Ruochen brought out. The men and women in it were scantily clad, with prices clearly marked. "Why did you bring this? To collect it?"
Jian Ruochen was surprised, "How is that possible?"
He handed the booklet to Guan Yingjun: "Here, Sir Guan, performance."
"This is important evidence that can be used in cracking down on pornography and illegal publications."
Most of the club industries in Hong Kong are related to Lu Qian.
He couldn't really let his money go into the scumbag's pocket.
Jian Ruochen said meaningfully, "I got a lot of money from the supervisor today, which should make them more guilty. Seize the club as soon as possible, Sir Guan. After the investigation, all the income of the Platinum Club will be confiscated, and the serious crime team will have money."
Zhang Xingzong clasped his hands together, grabbed one of Jian Ruochen's hands and waved it up and down, "God of Wealth! You are our God of Wealth."
"Why are you still in college? When will you graduate? Will you become a police officer after graduation? If you become a police officer, will you consider our major crime unit?"
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "That's easy."
After this incident, no matter what he does in the serious crime squad, no one will look down upon him. As for status and prestige, they will naturally come when the opportunity arises.
Jian Ruochen sat in the police car, and couldn't help laughing when he thought about the Platinum Club being closed down.
Lu Qian, ah Lu Qian.
The police have just publicized Jiang Yongyan's murder case, and Tianquandu Entertainment City has been implicated and has to prepare to deal with police investigations.
If I knew at this time that the Platinum Club was closed down.
Before one crisis is over, another crisis arises.
How about it?
Are you overwhelmed?
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