Chapter 130: I've Been Tricked (2 in 1)
Jian Ruochen caught a glimpse of his expression, lowered his eyes to look at himself, and suddenly became speechless. He quickly grabbed the back of his clothes and pulled it down.
The neckline suddenly shrunk up, pressing against the collarbone, covering it completely so that nothing could be seen.
The heat in Guan Yingjun's ears dissipated a little. He walked to the elevator entrance, raised his hand and pressed the up button, and whispered, "I've already eaten, so I can't see you anywhere—"
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and covered his mouth with it, his ears felt like they were burning.
What do you mean by eating it all!
The elevator door made a "ding" sound, and he quickly withdrew his hand. When the door opened, he was completely relieved to see that there was no one inside.
The two of them went in, pressed the button for the serious crime unit, and the elevator door slowly closed.
Guan Yingjun raised his hand and carefully straightened the clothes that were stuck on Jian Ruochen's neck. He then folded up the collar and smoothed out the wrinkles. "How did it get rubbed? The collar is lifted up."
"Where's the warp?" Jian Ruochen was puzzled.
Guan Yingjun drives wilder than anyone else, and his daily personality doesn't seem to be very delicate. Instead, he can appear a bit rough.
But he is very smart. Not only does he keep his house clean, but he also always dresses neatly.
"It's okay if it's a little bit raised." Jian Ruochen said casually.
Guan Yingjun said "hmm".
Within two or three sentences, the elevator arrived. The serious crime squad was bustling with noise and joy, as if they were having a team-building activity.
Several younger policemen gathered together, one of whom was imitating Noranda Weir's hurried steps and livid expression as she left the police station.
The man's steps were disordered, his eyes were squinting, the muscles on his face were moving around, and he looked absent-minded, which was very lifelike.
The others were laughing so hard that they were rolling on the ground.
Ding Gao took a step forward with his long legs and put his arm around Jian Ruochen's shoulders. "It turns out that this method can be used to drive people away. Haha, he will definitely never dare to come again."
Zhang Xingzong saw from afar that Sir Guan's sharp gaze was moving over Ding Gao's hand on Jian Ruochen's shoulder, and he shuddered suddenly.
He quickly stepped forward, hooked Jian Ruochen's shoulder from the other side as if he was going to die heroically, and laughed: "Hahaha! That old guy must be exhausted after doing this. Hehe, it's annoying him to death."
Two frail men from the serious crime squad pinched him from both sides. Jian Ruochen suddenly felt hot and ducked out from under their arms. "Hey, I just came back from outside and I'm all sweaty."
Ding Gao: "Hey, we are all men, what's the matter?"
Zhang Xingzong let out a sharp explosion in his heart.
Is there something wrong with Jian Ruochen?
It's you who has the problem!
It seems that the most stubborn person in this serious crime team A is Ding Gao!
He coveted Guan Sir's expression and grabbed Ding Gao, "Come on, follow me to bring Oliver Keith up!"
Zhang Xingzong pressed the elevator button frantically while speaking. As soon as the door opened, he dragged people in and started pressing the door closing button frantically.
Jian Ruochen stood at the door and looked at it for a while, not knowing what was going on. Suddenly, he laughed meaningfully, "What should I do? Zhang Xingzong seems to know about our relationship."
"He knew that and he went out of his way to hook your shoulder?" Guan Yingjun walked into the office and picked up the interrogation documents.
"Maybe you only know that you are interested in me, but you don't know what I'm thinking." Jian Ruochen took a large cup, poured mint lemonade into it, and prepared for a long battle with Oliver Keith.
These people in Group A are really interesting and cute.
Half an hour later, Oliver Keith sat steadily in the interrogation room.
Jian Ruochen followed Guan Yingjun and others in and saw him sitting dejectedly on the interrogation chair. He tilted his head and thought for a moment, then stepped forward and personally undid the shackles on the feet and hands of the interrogation chair.
Oliver Keith shrank back.
After the interrogation yesterday, as soon as he closed his eyes, he could see the hideous appearance of the nine students after their death, as if they had really remembered his appearance completely as Jian Ruochen said, and were just waiting for revenge.
Oliver Keith opened his mouth, his teeth chattered, and he said tremblingly, "What are you doing?"
Jian Ruochen pointed in the direction of the square interrogation table and said, "Since you behaved well yesterday, we can use a normal interrogation table today. Please sit over there."
Guan Yingjun cooperated to dig out the hidden groove on the table, pulled out a chain from it, and tied it to Oliver Keith's left wrist.
Oliver Keith was unsure of Jian Ruochen's intention. His heart was in turmoil and he wished he could get as far away from her as possible.
"Okay." Jian Ruochen unscrewed the lid of the teacup, "I have good news and bad news. Which one do you want to hear first?"
Oliver Keith was about to speak when he heard the man in front of him say, "You want to hear the good news first, right?"
The lights in the interrogation room were not fully turned on, and it was dim and made people dizzy. Oliver Keith responded in a daze, and suddenly felt as if he had not said anything.
A creepy feeling of fear suddenly rose up his spine like dense needles pricking his hair.
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "The good news is that the head of the Security Bureau, Noranda Weir, wants to personally protect you and extradite you back to the country."
Oliver Keith was overjoyed.
Return to China?
There is actually a possibility that he can return to his country!
Sure enough, as long as he did not lose the inheritance right of Connacht, Britain would not give up on him! It’s not too late to consider the future after returning to China and avoiding the limelight.
Very good!
No wonder Jian Ruochen's attitude today is so different!
That's the Secretary for Security.
Everyone will give some face.
I guess Jian Ruochen can't do anything to him!
Oliver Keith's cheeks bulged slightly, and he was about to smile.
Jian Ruochen laughed even faster than him: "The bad news is that you have lost the right to inherit Conant. I have already made a will. If I die, all of Conant's assets will be given to Luo Binwen."
The half-opened smile suddenly froze on Oliver Keith's face.
His expression was distorted, and he stood up suddenly, pointing at Jian Ruochen tremblingly, the iron chain on his wrist clacking: "How can you give the family business to an outsider!"
Jian Ruochen raised his hand to signal him to stay calm, and then spoke slowly, "When Noranda Weir heard the news, she gave up on extraditing you back to the country and went back home."
In fact, I didn't give up on the spot.
But sooner or later he will give up.
Not only would she give up, she would lose her job and, by the way, come to hate Oliver Keith.
Capitalist society is all about money and industry. Even Congress, members of Congress, the president or the queen are ultimately just puppets of capital.
The forces behind Britain will certainly give up the two useless pawns and rush forward one after another for the possible share of the cake that Connacht may get.
Jian Ruochen leaned back in his chair, looking at Oliver Keith's confused face with mixed emotions, and laughed heartily, "You don't have to be too sad. After all, Noranda Will is now in trouble because of his attempt to shield a criminal. If he has committed other crimes, maybe you can meet in prison."
Oliver Keith was furious, "You're teasing me!"
What good news and bad news.
Isn't this all bad news?
Bi Xianxian glanced over and sneered, "There are no personal grudges in the interrogation room."
What's the joke?
This is just breaking down the last psychological defense line.
Jian Ruochen flipped through the documents, "Since you don't want to talk about this, let's talk about benzomorph."
Oliver Keith gritted his teeth and said, "I want to see 400 million bail first."
He has come to this point, what is there to be afraid of?
Guan Yingjun's eyes were cold.
It was also the Director of Security's fault that he took too long, which allowed Oliver Keith to react.
Although this man's status as a tenured professor is undeserved, he is still a murderer who killed nine people.
"I want bail..." Oliver Keith murmured while staring at Jian Ruochen.
This person looks so much like Crystal Gwendolen Conant.
The eyes, hair, and personality are almost identical.
It is possible that Jian Ruochen lied to him and there was actually no bail at all.
Oliver Keith's sanity teetered on the brink of madness.
He gripped the edge of the interrogation table tightly, "I won't tell you anything about phenmethorphan until I see the bail!"
The interrogation room fell into silence.
Jian Ruochen narrowed his eyes, stood up, rummaged in his trouser pocket, grabbed a stack of Hong Kong dollars, flipped them over, and pulled out a small stack of blank checks.
He didn't collect it very well. After taking it out from the small iron box on top of the temporary shoe cabinet in the entrance hall, he casually put it into his trouser pocket, causing the remaining stack of Hong Kong dollars and the empty check folder to become entangled, and the banknotes became wrinkled.
Guan Yingjun's lips twitched, and he forced himself to suppress the smile that was rising in his throat.
Jian Ruochen filled out a check for 100 million and put it where Oliver Keith could reach but couldn't touch it. "This is a check for 100 million. You can cash it yourself after you get out."
Oliver Keith's face flushed with excitement.
It’s true!
Real checks!
Jian Ruochen looked at him coldly, without any expression. "A few months ago, Jiang Hanyu hid a copy of MI6 and the key to the bank safe in an abandoned river bank next to the Yau Tsim Mong Qi Shen Private International School. There was a code in the MI6 secret file. After translation, it mentioned that he would organize some anti-return and democracy-advocating societies at Hong Kong University, and harm a group of businessmen who had close ties with the mainland."
"This kind of club needs the approval of the school leaders. Are you the one who approved and helped Jiang Hanyu?"
Jian Ruochen slammed the table hard, pressing his palm directly on the check with the amount written on it.
Oliver Keith shrank back in fear.
"Is it you?" Guan Yingjun asked harshly.
"Yes..." Oliver Keith reached out to grab the check, but his fingertips touched the edge and couldn't reach back.
Anxiety and fear mixed together, making him tremble all over: "You said you would give me..."
Jian Ruochen let go and said, "I can only give it to you after I ask questions related to phenmethylol. This is 100 million, and there will be a second 100 million and a third 100 million later."
Zhang Xingzong's pupils trembled.
Are you really giving it to me?
Can't it?
Jian Ruochen pressed the check and asked, "First, tell me the specific name of the illegal society, and then tell me why Lu Rong has a large amount of benzomorph?"
Oliver Keith stared greedily at the life-saving straw that was so close at hand, "Minhehui... Call it Minhehui."
Guan Yingjun: “Has it been disbanded now?”
Oliver Keith rambled on, "After the approval, it's no longer my responsibility. It should have been disbanded. After all, the person who applied for the society has been imprisoned."
"And I don't know why Lu Rong has so much benzomorph!"
Guan Yingjun threw the photo of the safe in front of Oliver Keith and said, "Look at the photo and think carefully!"
The momentum built up amid the hail of bullets rushed forward like a blade.
Oliver Keith shuddered uncontrollably, his excitement gone, his face pale.
Jian Ruochen looked at him coldly, and could see the fear of Guan Yingjun from his expression.
Oliver Keith lowered his head and looked at it. Suddenly he paused and said in horror: "I remember now, this is——"
He closed his eyes but refused to say anything.
Jian Ruochen signed another check for 200 million, tore it off, and threw it to Oliver Keith together with the previous check for 100 million. "Keep telling me the money you want. If the situation is true, I will give you the last bit."
Oliver Keith held the two pieces of paper, feeling both bitter and surprised.
These are two pieces of paper that can save your life!
Unfortunately, the money can only stay in his hands for a period of time as bail, and it is not his after all.
Oliver Keith pondered for a while, then slumped his back, his previous momentum gone. "These benzomorphs... should be the leftovers from when I commissioned Lu Jingchen to kill Crystal Gwendlin Conant."
Jian Ruochen's expression was calm, but his fingers hidden under the table were pressing down on his knees.
The truth actually turned out to be related to Lu Jingchen.
It’s a pity that Lu Jingchen is already dead!
Oliver Keith muttered, "Back then, before Christopher Gwendrin Conant came to Hong Kong for the first time, I contacted the local tyrants and asked them to find a way to control that woman."
"The mafia is the place where information flows the fastest in Hong Kong. My thoughts were quickly known by the people behind the local gangs."
"Lu Jingchen has set his sights on Conant's huge assets and wants to cooperate with me. He will be responsible for finding someone to use drugs to control Crystal Guandelin Conant, while I will focus on fighting for the inheritance and dealing with the remaining collateral heirs."
"After taking the medicine for ten consecutive days, Christo Guandelin Conant met Jiang Mingshan. Jiang Mingshan, under Lu Jingchen's instructions, had sex with Christo while Luo Binwen was away."
Oliver Keith glanced at Jian Ruochen, revealing a trace of regret with his true feelings: "It's a pity that you didn't appear in Christo's stomach that time. If that was under the influence of drugs...how could you be as smart as you are now?"
Guan Yingjun sat there without moving, raised his legs under the table and kicked the chair opposite him.
Oliver Keith fell back suddenly and hit the ground with a bang on the back of his head.
He was dizzy for a moment, his legs hanging on the chair, and he lay there in a daze, seemingly not understanding why he suddenly fell.
Outside the interrogation room.
Liu Sizheng placed his hand on the main power switch in the interrogation room, his thoughts drifting away for a moment...Oliver Keith's head banged really loudly.
Fortunately, Guan Sir's movements were blocked by the interrogation table, and he stopped exerting force, so it would be fine even if he didn't pull out the plug.
Liu Sizheng looked inside and saw Guan Yingjun slowly admonishing him, "Get up and talk properly."
Jian Ruochen's eyes wandered.
Sir Guan's level of beating people has actually improved. In the past, he would either slap people in the face with the interrogation record book or just punch them twice.
Now, compared to that CIB Sir Ji who grabbed the thief's head and smashed it to the ground, Guan Sir was actually quite elegant when he beat people.
Oliver Keith stumbled to his feet, holding on to a chair.
He was in a daze, and the first thing he did was to spread out his fingers to check if the check in his palm was torn. If the check was wrinkled or torn, the bank would refuse to cash it.
This is his life.
Oliver Keith carefully pressed the check and sat back in his chair. "Not long after Crystal and Jiang Mingshan had sex, Luo Binwen found out about it. He forcibly brought Crystal back to England and told Crystal's father about it."
"They were forbidden to communicate or meet. We thought the plan would fail, but I spent a lot of money to bribe the servants of Connacht Manor in England to frequently use benzodiazepine in Christo's diet and water cup. She quickly became thin."
"At this time, another servant who was recommended by me to work in the manor took the opportunity to appear beside her and mentioned Jiang Mingshan. She soon couldn't stand the torture of lovesickness and hallucinations. I brought Jiang Mingshan to meet them. That night, they packed their luggage and left Conant Manor alone with 200g of gold. They eloped."
"Old Conant couldn't find his daughter, so he became depressed and soon died of illness."
Conant Keith said this with an intoxicated expression and took a deep breath.
If nothing unexpected happened to Feng Ye, his method of committing the crime would have been so secretive and perfect.
What a pity.
Unfortunately, Crystal Gwendoline Conant's belly was so strong that she gave birth to a very smart son!
Oliver Keith said woodenly: "I can't inherit Connacht anyway, so I might as well tell you everything. After I've told you everything, I can leave this damn place!"
He still has some family assets, enough for him to live a carefree life for the rest of his life.
Zhang Xingzong frowned in disgust.
I wanted to rush over and tear up those two checks.
Jian Ruochen did not comment, "Please do not talk about prospects and content that are not related to the case."
He lowered his head and glanced at the documents. "After they left England, things were out of your control, right?"
Oliver Keith gritted his teeth but said helplessly, "Yes."
Jian Ruochen pressed the issue, "The phenmethylol is not completely used up, but you don't know about it. Does this mean that Lu Jingchen and Jiang Mingshan have stopped taking the medicine without permission?"
"It should be." Oliver Keith sneered, "Perhaps Crystal Gwendolyn Conant discovered everything, or perhaps the greedy director of the church hospital revealed the truth during the inspection in an attempt to exchange for money. Who knows?"
"In short, it was too late when I realized that Crystal Gwendolin Conant had not died as planned. When I rushed to the church hospital, she had already been pushed into the delivery room."
Oliver Keith's eyes swept across Jian Ruochen's face twice, and he laughed maliciously: "Long-term drug withdrawal and abstinence have restored Christopher Gwendolyn Conant's rationality and sobriety. Before entering the delivery room, she made a deal with a nun nurse to exchange the baby, and wanted to take you back to England."
"When I arrived, the child in the incubator had turned into Jiang Hanyu, and you were nowhere to be found. I thought... it was just a baby, and Luo Binwen couldn't find you without any clues. Besides... I also set a fire afterwards."
What a pity that little Jian Ruochen didn’t die in the fire!
Oliver Keith whispered, "I bribed the supervisor to disconnect Crystal's oxygen and faked heavy bleeding. I pressed the fire alarm and started the fire."
He laughed loudly twice: "Haha!"
19 years!
Because of everything he did, Luo Binwen searched for the young master of the Conant family for 19 years. He was unwilling to believe that Miss Conant's child had died in the fire, so he would rather search year after year.
Jian Ruochen looked at Oliver Keith coldly, and looked up repeatedly to confirm whether the video recorder was functioning properly.
This needs to be recorded carefully.
With these videos, the judge is powerless to show leniency.
He just happened to not even have his 20th birthday, and the statute of limitations for the death of Crystal Gwendolin Conant had not yet expired!
He wants to sue this scumbag to death!
"Are you the one selling the benzodiazepine at the University of Hong Kong?" Jian Ruochen calmly diverted Oliver Keith's attention from what happened that year to the present.
He signed the last check and said, "If you tell me everything honestly, I'll give you this one, too."
Oliver Keith was overwhelmed.
Even if Jian Ruochen knew the truth, the court would still let him go back if he had the money!
Ha ha!
Sure enough, it was right to insist on bail!
Bi Xianxian stared at Oliver Keith's ecstatic face, but was somewhat confused.
So are these 400 million yuan really going to be given to this kind of murderer?
But in this way…even if the truth is revealed to the world, what’s the point if we can’t catch the person?
To promote your own reputation?
Bi Xianxian was a little skeptical, but after thinking about it carefully, she felt that Consultant Jian was not the kind of person who only cared about fame.
Jian Ruochen urged: "Speak! Don't waste our time!"
"No." Oliver Keith curled his lips smugly, "It was Lu Rong's idea to buy the drugs. He let the remaining drugs flow into the market because he wanted me to sell the drugs to you again and control you."
Guan Yingjun touched his gun with his backhand.
I want to kill him now.
Jian Ruochen was afraid that he really couldn't help it, so he nudged Guan Yingjun's leg with his knee, pressing against it closely.
With the interrogation table blocking their way, no one knew that the two people, who appeared to have nothing to do with each other and were impartial, were secretly leaning their legs against each other and parts of their bodies were tightly pressed against each other.
Guan Yingjun's rising anger subsided a little, and he crossed his arms and asked, "So, after Jiang Mingshan recognized Jian Ruochen three years ago, you were also the one who drugged Jian Ruochen?"
Jian Ruochen carefully observed Conant's expression.
No one with a normal mind would like someone like Lu Qian.
The original owner was ranked first in the medical department, so he was definitely not a fool who would do anything for love.
Conant Keith nodded in acknowledgment, "But you're not dead either, so this isn't a crime."
Bi Xianxian slammed the table, "You attempted murder and yet you still dared to talk back!"
He killed his own relatives, killed nine astrophysics students, and intended to kill Jian Ruochen to fight for the inheritance!
How can such a person deserve to live!
When Oliver Keith saw that Jian Ruochen really kept his promise and gave him 400 million, he suddenly felt fearless and told him all the bad things he had done over the years.
It's like an artist showing off his work, making it clear and explicit.
There was a thick stack of confession records in front of Zhang Xingzong.
His hands were about to break from writing, and his handwriting became more and more flamboyant.
By the time the confession was completed, Oliver Keith signed it, put his fingerprints on it, and saved the video, eight hours had passed.
Liu Sizheng walked in and wanted to take Oliver Keith back to detention.
Unexpectedly, the man raised the 400 million check and laughed, "Your consultant Jian personally gave me 400 million bail. Haha, I'm free!"
Jian Ruochen tilted his head: "Sir Guan, there is nothing else to ask, right?"
"Gone." Guan Yingjun was not worried.
Jian Ruochen was a person who would lose his temper on the spot, so the fact that he didn't personally give Oliver Keith a slingshot was all thanks to his strong emotional control.
Bi Xianxian pursed her lips and asked, "Do we really have to go through the bail procedure? The West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit has no precedent for this."
Jian Ruochen was surprised: "How is it possible?"
Everyone in Group A looked at each other, unsure whether this was to say how there could be no precedent or how it was possible to go through the bail procedure.
Oliver Keith was very proud.
"Don't be in a hurry." Jian Ruochen walked quickly to Guan Yingjun's desk in Group A's public office.
This desk almost became his, with a lot of study materials and documents scattered all over it.
He pulled out a curled-up Hong Kong law book, followed the note, and turned to the section that mentioned bail. He pointed to the entry and said, "According to the law, bail has basically no direct correlation with whether or not you will be sentenced to jail."
Everyone: ...
No connection?
It’s not taught in police academy.
Jian Ruochen said: "In fact, bail is a deposit submitted by the suspect to his superiors when there is no evidence in the case. It means: I have not committed any crime, and I apply not to be detained."
He paused and boasted, "The West Kowloon Crime Unit is full of serious criminals. They solve cases quickly and bravely, so we have never encountered such a situation where someone has to pay bail."
Zhang Xingzong choked.
That's a really nice thing to say.
Jian Ruochen continued, "Olivier Keith's crime has been established. In fact, the bail has been useless since he confessed to the remains of the nine victims."
"Besides, the conditions for bail pending trial are generally quite strict. Only those whose crimes are minor and who do not cause much harm to society can use money to get out of the police station. It is useless for a serial killer to pay a large amount of bail."
Bi Xianxian: …
Isn't this a complete scam?
Not only did Consultant Jane deceive Oliver Keith, she almost deceived other people as well!
Jian Ruochen dug out the notes he had taken when reading the legal dictionary from the pile of messy documents and handed them over: "If the police academy doesn't teach it, you can still take a look at it together. It's quite useful."
Zhang Xingzong hesitated, feeling a little ashamed of the suspicion in the interrogation room.
He was not clear about the specific operating procedures of the bail and suspected that the little god of wealth was bad.
The little god of wealth deceived the suspect and showed him his notes. Hello, little god of wealth!
Bi Xianxian: "What about the money? Isn't it still given out?"
Oliver Keith's eyes were dull, his breathing almost stopped, he felt a rumbling sound in his ears, and he felt extremely dizzy.
Jian Ruochen stretched out two fingers, took the check from his hand, and said with a smile: "I'm sorry, since this is bail, if we follow the normal process... this money was confiscated by the West Kowloon Regional Police Station when the facts of your crime were established."
If a check is not cashed, it is not considered to have been spent.
You don't have to spend a single cent of the 400 million.
Everyone in Group A: ...Haha.
Oliver Keith, you have been utterly deceived.
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