Chapter 134 There are bugs crawling on my body
Jian Ruochen shoveled the simple meal in front of him into his mouth, took out an orange Hong Kong dollar and put it on the counter, saying vaguely, "No need for change."
"That won't do." The owner of the fast food restaurant waved his hand, "Sir Guan has given me enough, how can I charge you any more money? Consider this meal my treat."
Jian Ruochen glared at him and said, "Please put the rest into my membership account!"
He finally swallowed all the food in his cheeks, took a bottle of mineral water from the counter, unscrewed it, and called Teacher Li while drinking, "Teacher Li! Five people are about to jump from the student dormitory next to the Art Building in the west area of the school. The rescue experts from the police and fire department will take a while to arrive. You..."
Li Changyu interrupted: "Five people? So many? You stay downstairs and don't go up. I'll be there soon."
"Okay, got it." Jian Ruochen hung up the phone, drank a bottle of water in a few gulps, threw the bottle into the trash can, took out his work ID card that had been unused for a week from his pocket and hung it around his neck, then he searched for it again, called the counselor, and asked for the cell phone number of the art department counselor.
The phone was already hot to the ears from continuous calls. Jian Ruochen held the receiver away and dialed the number of the art department counselor. He took a few steps back, listened to the busy tone and looked up at the rooftop of the dormitory building.
Five girls were talking and laughing, one of them had already climbed over the railing and sat on the edge of the roof.
She swung her legs and looked up at the azure blue sky of early autumn. I wonder if she was singing.
The strong wind blew the girls' long hair into tangled tangles, but no one backed down.
The receiver sounded busy for more than ten times before the call was finally connected.
Jian Ruochen quickly lowered his head and walked to the tree on the side, "Hello? Is this Mr. Huang from the dance department?"
Huang Zongjie: "Yes, you are?"
"Someone from the Art Department jumped off the building. There were five girls wearing what looked like dance department training clothes. Please bring the counselors from the other two departments to the scene to maintain order in the dormitory and avoid onlookers." Jian Ruochen spoke very quickly and finished it in one breath.
Huang Zongjie laughed and said, "Stop it. What's your major? Are you kidding me again? Don't you want to do your afternoon homework? Being lazy is not a good thing."
This kid can't even find a better excuse.
The art department is a bunch of second-generation rich people, who are at worst middle class. Although they are a bit sentimental, they can do whatever they want. When they are in a bad mood, they go to bars, discos, and KTVs to vent. How could they jump off a building?
Huang Zongjie curled up in the small blanket on the sofa and said slowly: "Are you kidding me? Well, the lunch break will end in 2 hours. You can take a short rest and come to the practice room on time in the afternoon. We need to weigh ourselves today."
Weigh yourself?
Jian Ruochen frowned, and before he could think about it, he shouted, "Teacher Huang, I'm a criminologist at the Academy of Social Sciences! I'm not kidding you!"
Huang Zongjie was stunned for a moment, then suddenly threw off the blanket and stood up.
Flop!
This major is not new, it's very popular recently...
The one who studied criminal psychology and applied behavior analysis...
Jian Ruochen!
This student has been working as a consultant for the Serious Crime Unit of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station for half a year, so he definitely wouldn't lie.
Huang Zongjie quickly stood up and raised his hand to wake up the art department instructor who was snoring loudly beside him, "Wake up, wake up! I'm dying! You're still sleeping! A student is going to jump off the building!"
He put his phone on speaker again and hurriedly put on his trousers. "What's the situation now? We'll go right away."
"Still on the rooftop." Jian Ruochen looked up at the girls upstairs. One of them suddenly burst into laughter and rolled on the edge of the rooftop while laughing. It was particularly frightening in the quiet campus in the afternoon.
He murmured, "Hurry up, their mental state is not right."
In September, the weather has not yet turned cool, but the autumn heat is raging, with the temperature at noon approaching 35 degrees Celsius.
Jian Ruochen stood downstairs and waited for five minutes. Several counselors rushed to the bottom of the teaching building amid the sound of sirens that came and went.
Huang Zongjie looked up and his face turned pale, "Han Beibei! What are you doing? Go back!"
They are all from their dance department!
"Hey! Stop shouting. Be careful not to scare people." Li Changyu slapped Huang Zongjie's shoulder vigorously, his chest heaving, and he was breathing heavily. "This school... is good in every way, but it's not so good that it's built on the mountain."
Especially the Department of Arts is a new department, and it is not together with the Academy of Social Sciences, which is completely different from them.
Li Changyu held up his knees and took a few breaths. He looked at Huang Zongjie and said, "You are a teacher in the dance department, right? Come on, take me upstairs."
Huang Zongjie was just about to say: Who are you?
Then Jian Ruochen said, "Teacher Li."
Huang Zongjie: "...Teacher Li, help me."
These children are the apple of their families’ eyes. Even if they are not the apple of their families’ eyes, if they jump down, not only will their lives be taken away, but also his job and his life.
Li Changyu raised his palm, signaling him not to speak, and turned to Jian Ruochen and said, "You wait downstairs and cooperate with the fire department and the police station. You don't have to go up with me. We don't know their situation and motives yet, so it's very likely that we won't be able to persuade them. If we really can't persuade them, any one of them who jumps down will not be a joke."
Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment.
The reason why he was not allowed to go up was because even Teacher Li was not sure.
Li Changyu turned to Huang Zongjie and asked, "Are they all from your department?"
Huang Zongjie's eyes were red, "Yes."
"Has there been anything unusual recently?" Li Changyu took out shoe covers from his pocket, put them on his feet crookedly, and walked towards the dormitory building.
Huang Zongjie was close, but still in a daze, "No, it's just that school has just started these few days, and many people don't want to endure the pain of stretching their backs, so they always call to ask for leave, lying that they have something to do and don't want to go to class."
Jian Ruo watched Teacher Li staggering and about to fall, so she hurried over to hold him up, and only let go after the person had put on his shoe covers.
Li Changyu felt relieved and thought that he had made the right decision in accepting this student, and it was worth his protection.
Jian Ruochen thought of what Huang Zongjie said when he called her before, "Teacher Huang, didn't you say we were going to weigh ourselves this afternoon? What's going on?"
Huang Zongjie said: "Dance majors are like this. There are weight requirements. We weigh ourselves once at the beginning of each semester, and then every week. If we are overweight, we have to lose weight. This afternoon happened to be the second time we weighed ourselves since the start of the semester."
Li Changyu: "Were these girls overweight when they first started school?"
"A little bit, but it's within the excellent range. Many people gain 50 kilograms after going home during the holidays, but they only gain 1 or 2 kilograms. They can lose weight back by controlling their diet." Huang Zongjie was puzzled.
It’s normal for dancers to have weight fluctuations. No one would jump off a building just because they can’t lose a pound or two, right?
He doesn't manage it strictly at all!
"Okay, let's go up and take a look first." Li Changyu followed Huang Zongjie up and reminded him, "Don't talk when I tell you not to. Do you understand?"
Huang Zongjie: “I know.”
As soon as the two went upstairs, the West Kowloon Serious Crime Squad arrived at the scene.
Guan Yingjun drove wildly. After driving to the bottom of the dormitory building, he drifted into the parking space, unbuckled his seat belt, opened the door and got out of the car in one go.
He walked to Jian Ruochen's side and asked, "How is it?"
"Teacher Li went upstairs. He said he would see if he could persuade him to calm down." Jian Ruochen raised his head and took a look again.
There was a girl lying on the ground twitching, and she could have rolled down the dormitory building with just one turn.
The dormitory building has 7 floors, and it has 8 floors if you include the rooftop.
If you fall down, you will definitely die.
She held onto the railing with one hand, turned over, trembled, half of her leg hung down, and she staggered.
Jian Ruochen exclaimed, "Why haven't the firefighters arrived yet?"
The crane he donated is no longer effective so soon?
"Coming. In the back." Guan Yingjun turned around and told Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng who arrived with him in the same car, "You two, go to the dance department dormitory and ask about the five girls. Ask about their current situation and see if anyone instigated them. There are girls inside, remember to knock on the door first to announce your identity, and then wait a while before going in."
They stood at attention: "Yes sir!"
Another five minutes passed, and the West Kowloon Crime Squad and the uniformed police officers who were setting up the cordon arrived one after another, but the fire department still hadn't arrived.
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and looked at his watch several times, fearing that the girl who was teetering on the edge of the building would fall down and hit him.
It was quiet downstairs, and everyone's heartbeat was getting faster and faster.
How's it going up there?
Why are there three girls standing on the edge of the rooftop?
What about the other two? Did Teacher Li persuade him?
Guan Yingjun narrowed his eyes and looked up: "This state is not right, it's a bit like being high, or just quitting."
He turned to Bi Qianqian and said, "Call Ji Bailou and ask him to bring people to search the building."
"Where is the fire department?" Jian Ruochen also turned around and asked.
"The traffic is jammed." Ding Gao was puzzled. "It's not rush hour in the afternoon, why is there a traffic jam?"
Under the strong pressure, his blood pressure rose, and coupled with the hot weather and strong sun, Jian Ruochen felt a little dizzy and his thinking was a little stagnant.
He raised his head and looked up. The girl who was jumping and laughing inside the guardrail as if she was dancing and singing had disappeared. Teacher Li had already approached the edge of the guardrail. From the bottom up, only her head could be seen.
The two girls outside the guardrail were really hard to rescue. If one was pulled, the other would probably get hurt and fall down.
what to do?
Li Changyu's back was covered in sweat, the sun was shining on his head, and his face looked more like it had been washed with water.
He didn't hear the sound of the firefighters, nor did he hear the sound of the inflatable anti-fall cushion being inflated.
If this falls, everything will be over.
"Your name is Han Beibei, right? Han Beibei, come here, look at the teacher..."
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Jian Ruochen's eyes went dark.
He leaned against the tree trunk to relax for a while, then turned around and went to the fast food restaurant to buy two bottles of ice water. He stood under the tree, unscrewed the water, and poured the water over his head with his head down.
I poured a bottle and a half and drank half a bottle, and then I felt my mind become active again.
He threw away the water bottle, took out his cell phone, and randomly found someone in charge of high-rise construction and called him, "Do you have any anti-fall air cushions? Someone has jumped off a building at Xiangjiang University. Bring them here and use them. Dispatch as soon as possible!"
"Who are you? If you jump off a building, you won't look for-"
"Your boss." Jian Ruochen wiped his face and threw the water from his hands under the tree roots, "Come quickly, I will pay you."
He was thinking about the late fire brigade and the lives at stake, so he became a little impatient and urged them, "Hurry up, be there within five minutes, and you can name your price."
After a pause, he reminded, "The road may be a little congested, avoid places with heavy traffic."
“Okay boss!”
Five minutes, very short. But when counting down, it seems particularly long.
Jian Ruochen stood downstairs and watched, feeling extremely tormented.
Li Changyu was getting closer and closer to the edge of the building.
The girl who was sitting also lowered her head and looked straight at Jian Ruochen.
So far.
But at this moment, Jian Ruochen felt that he had seen her appearance clearly. She was very beautiful and young.
He raised his wrist to look at his watch again, and the water on his face turned into sweat again.
Not here yet!
Just as I was thinking of making another phone call to urge them, a gray pickup truck came speeding behind me, braked suddenly, and stopped against Bi Xianxian's car.
A middle-aged man with a protruding belly got out of the car.
He opened the car door and took out the air cushion from the back. When he looked up, his face was even paler than Jian Ruochen who had just been doused with ice water. "Oh my god, Qiqi!"
The joy of getting the money just by arriving five minutes earlier is gone.
His face turned pale, and he turned around and said in a trembling voice: "My daughter, the one sitting is my daughter, come and spread the air cushion, it will take another three to five minutes to inflate it."
Jian Ruochen walked over and helped to flatten the air cushion with others. The man only hated that he didn't have three heads and six arms, hated that the inflation machine was too slow, and hated that he couldn't blow air into the air cushion with his mouth.
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"vomit!"
upstairs.
The girl who had been convulsing actually vomited.
This is the best time.
But Li Changyu didn't dare to go up and pull them, because it was impossible for him to pull both of them at the same time.
Have to wait for the air cushion.
He decided to try to save the girl who had no strength to resist: "Han Beibei, Teacher Huang said you are great and a role model for your classmates. If you need anything, you can tell the teacher and we will try our best to satisfy you."
"Think about happy things." Li Changyu said.
Huang Zongjie echoed in a low voice: "Yeah, think about your parents."
Li Changyu kicked him and glared: Didn’t I tell you to stop talking?
He turned around and saw Han Beibei lying on the ground with her face soaked in vomit and tears slowly flowing out of her eyes.
Li Changyu said hurriedly: "Don't think about it, don't think about it. The teacher saw that a jewelry store and a barber shop had just opened at the school gate. The barber was said to have returned from the United States. He bought a new perm machine and can do nails. What is that called... beautiful, beautiful..."
He deliberately didn't tell the whole story and waited for someone to answer.
Han Beibei choked up and continued, "Manicure."
"Yes, yes, yes." Li Changyu said while secretly looking at his mobile phone.
The above is a message from Jian Ruochen: The air cushion will last for two minutes.
He glanced at her, then quickly looked away, and said with a smile, "Teacher wants you to get a manicure. Let's think about other things after you've done it, okay?"
Li Changyu looked at the necklace on Han Beibei's neck that was different from others and the hair accessories in her hair, and knew that she was a girl who loved beauty. "You haven't tried to do your nails yet, right? The teacher hasn't tried it either, but the teacher can accompany you to try it."
Han Beibei looked at the gray-haired Li Changyu and seemed to imagine his hands covered with pink nails, and burst out laughing.
Li Changyu bent his waist and slowly approached Han Beibei.
The next moment, the phone vibrated.
Jian Ruochen: [Okay. 】
Li Changyu rushed forward, put his hands through the guardrail, grabbed Han Beibei and dragged her back.
Huang Zongjie also rushed over, but the girl sitting on the edge of the roof laughed miserably, leaned forward, closed her eyes and rolled down to the floor below.
Huang Zongjie: “No!”
Several sharp and piercing shouts seemed to overlap.
It took less than 3 seconds for a person to fall from the 8th floor to the ground.
With a "puff" sound, the girl sank straight into the air cushion, raising a layer of dust from the construction site.
Jian Ruochen finally let go of the tension in his heart and breathed a sigh of relief. His heart rate soared, he felt dizzy, and his legs went limp as he sat down on the stone steps at the side.
Almost…
“Guan Ziqi!” The middle-aged man who brought the air cushion rushed forward, climbed to the center of the air cushion using his hands and feet, and hugged his daughter into his arms, “Guan Ziqi! You scared your father to death.”
He burst into tears. "If Boss Jian hadn't called me, you would have died, you know that! Thanks to Boss Jian..."
If he suspected that the call was from a scammer... then Qiqi...
fine.
Fortunately, he was greedy for the money, and fortunately, Jian Ruochen was generous and steady.
"Daddy." Guan Ziqi was still a little dazed. She looked over the man's shoulder at Jian Ruochen behind her and said firmly, "I'm in so much pain, it feels like there are bugs crawling in my body. I want to take medicine, but I can't buy it."
Guan Yingjun said coldly: "Prepare for a urine test. Ah Cheng, call an ambulance!"
"Organize uniformed police to block the dormitory building. No one is allowed to leave! Where is Ji Bailou? Tell him to drive faster!"
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