Chapter 135 Now They All Hate You
Jian Ruochen sat on the steps, his collar soaked, half with sweat and half with ice water. His thin shirt stuck to his body, outlining a thin layer of muscle.
He sat on the steps to relax for a while, then heard a few footsteps coming from the stairs of the dormitory building, sometimes light and sometimes heavy. Turning back, he saw a head of yellow hair messy in the autumn wind.
"Hello." The curly-haired boy whispered.
Jian Ruochen nodded, "Hello. The Art Department dormitory is temporarily closed to all. Please go back."
Curly's face turned pale. He tugged at the corner of his clothes and asked, "Excuse me, are they okay?"
"Do you know the person on the rooftop?" Jian Ruochen stood up on his knees, keeping an eye on the person's expression.
"I know him. We are in the same class and both majored in classical ballet." The little curly-haired girl tugged at the corner of her clothes, her face a little red, and her freckles became more obvious.
Jian Ruochen was thoughtful, "What's your name?"
"Jon Grove." He paused, then added, "You can call me Jonny."
Jian Ruochen frowned slightly.
Calling by nickname right after meeting?
What is this for?
Do you want to get close to him and ask about the case, or do you just want to chat him up?
Neither of them is right.
The former is guilty as a thief, while the latter is mentally abnormal.
Grove felt uncomfortable being stared at, so he lowered his head and looked himself up and down.
Is there something wrong?
"Mr. Grove." Jian Ruochen looked away and pondered for a moment, then changed the words that were about to drive him away to "What do you want?"
Grove was a little disappointed. He waved his hands repeatedly and stretched his neck to look outside. "Nothing. I just wanted to ask about the current situation."
Jian Ruochen took a step to the side to block his view and said with a smile: "This is the situation. You go up and wait for notification. Teacher Huang will come to the dormitory to find you later and may have detailed instructions then."
When he smiled, the corners of his eyes curved slightly, with tiny lights in his clear pupils and shallow dimples at the corners of his lips, making him look very sincere.
Joan Grove stared at it for a while, said "Oh" dryly, turned around and went back to the dormitory. It was not until she sat on the bed that she realized something was wrong.
What I just said, is it the same whether I said it or not?
He was sent away.
The boy in the same dormitory came over and asked, "Jony, how's it going down there?"
Grove shook his head. "I don't know. They just said that we are not allowed to go out. I guess it's not good. There are police officers all downstairs of the dormitory. Criminology teacher Li and Jian Ruochen are also there."
"Wow, what a big scene." He said, excitedly opening the balcony door and leaning over the railing to look down.
The anti-fall air cushion downstairs was dirty and gray, with a deep dent in the middle.
A cordon has been set up around the entire dormitory building. Uniformed police officers holding guns stand upright at every corner of the cordon with serious expressions. After a while, sirens sound one after another.
Police cars with ceiling-mounted sirens arrived along with ambulances and fire trucks.
Grove also stood beside him, "Why did the fire department arrive so late?"
"Yeah." The roommate was also puzzled. "The fire department hasn't arrived yet, so where did the air cushion come from? But luckily we have this air cushion."
downstairs.
The fire department officers were filled with mixed emotions as they looked at the air cushion downstairs that was obviously borrowed from a construction site.
Fortunately, someone reached out to help.
They were stuck in traffic on Central Ring Road for 20 minutes!
If you don't go up or down, you just can't get through.
The squad leader turned around and asked the boss who was dragging a box of ice water out of the simple cafeteria, "Is there any construction going on in your school? How come there is this kind of anti-falling air cushion? I'll go and thank the foreman."
The owner of Jian Restaurant sneered: "That was a call from Consultant Jian from West Kowloon! By the time you guys arrived, they were all smashed into the mud!"
He stopped talking and bent down to pick up some ice water, distributing it to the busy policemen. "It's free. Yeah, thank you, Consultant Jian, for taking care of my business."
The weather was hot, so everyone was not polite and just poured the food into their mouths.
Jian Ruochen looked at the somewhat embarrassed squad leader, unscrewed the ice water that the boss had forced into his hand and handed it to him, "Squad Leader Xiao, you've had a hard time on the road, have a drink."
Xiao Rongjin took it and took a sip, feeling even more uncomfortable, "Do you remember me?"
"Yes, it was your department that helped during the building bombing case." Jian Ruochen said softly.
Xiao Rongjin smiled bitterly, with bitterness hidden on his dark face, "You were the one who brought in the most critical crane last time. This time, the air cushion also depends on you."
He couldn't even imagine how many families would be broken if the people on the roof really died because the fire department arrived late.
How miserable and guilty they would be.
Xiao Rongjin held the water bottle tightly, and the plastic bottle creaked under the weight. After a long while, he managed to utter, "Thank you."
His shoulders slumped, his lips were slightly pursed, he swallowed frequently, his eyelids drooped, and his expression of pain and guilt did not seem fake.
Jian Ruochen sighed, "Don't thank me. Think about it carefully. Everyone is taking a similar route. Why are you the only one stuck in traffic? Is there anything wrong with the group of cars blocking you?"
As he spoke, he raised his hand and patted Xiao Rongjin's arm, then turned to Guan Yingjun.
Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng have returned from their visits, each holding an A4 clipboard to report.
Zhang Xingzong: "The five girls who jumped off the building were all sophomores in the Classical Ballet Department. They lived in rooms for two, 602, 606 and 640. Room 640 was the last room on the sixth floor, and only Han Beibei lived there. Room 640 was opposite to room 601."
Liu Sizheng said: "Because the accommodation is better, everyone has more privacy, so we can only find out about the daily life of these female students."
"The five girls are Guan Ziqi, Han Beibei, Liu Minxia, Lin Wanxue, and Yao Mengrong. All five of them are from Hong Kong and are considered top students in the class."
"Since the second semester of my freshman year, fat burning fruit and slimming pills have become popular in the art department. In order to cope with the weekly weight test, everyone will eat one or two days before the test to reduce their appetite and increase their exercise volume, thereby controlling their weight."
Bi Xianxian clicked her tongue and said, "Isn't this the one we are investigating?"
"Yes." Zhang Xingzong nodded, his tone complicated, "According to Oliver Keith's previous confession, these students should have taken the batch of benzodiazepine that was circulated on campus."
"Some classmates said that Han Beibei didn't really restrict her diet and was quite greedy. She often ate high-fat and high-calorie foods such as fried chicken wings, but she didn't gain weight. I suspect that the reason these girls jumped off the building was because they suddenly withdrew from taking an overdose of phenmethylol and had a severe withdrawal reaction."
Jian Ruochen leaned over to look at the words on the visit form. "Teacher Huang said that they maintained their weight very well and were the best in the class. Maybe they bought medicine before going home for the holiday, and took a lot of medicine while enjoying delicious food at home, which is why they became addicted."
But why jump off the building?
It's impossible that five people would have the same hallucination at the same time, right?
"I'll go talk to Teacher Li." Jian Ruochen said.
Guan Yingjun nodded, "Zhang Xingzong, go talk to Guan Ziqi's father. We need to take her to the hospital for a checkup first."
Beside him, Ji Bailou poured ice water on a towel and washed his face to wake himself up. His eyes were smoky and he looked extremely tired. "Does this mean that someone is selling illegal drugs at Xiangjiang University? Is this drug close to being a drug?"
"Yes." Guan Yingjun looked up at the dormitory building. "We have to check this whole building. According to the known confessions, this batch of drugs is very likely related to Lu Rong."
According to regulations, you have to search one room at a time.
Ji Bailou cursed softly and turned back to say, "Get to work!"
A group of CIB police officers wearing special police bulletproof vests walked into the dormitory building quietly and orderly.
Jian Ruochen looked at it, sniffed, and felt a little dizzy.
On the other side, when Guan Ziqi's father heard that he was going to be separated from Guan Ziqi, he refused to let go and shouted that he wanted to follow the ambulance.
Zhang Xingzong was troubled by the noise. "Mr. Guan, you can go with us, but from now on, you will also be under our supervision. If you are busy with work..."
Mr. Guan said hurriedly: "It doesn't matter."
The group got on several ambulances that arrived. Jian Ruochen gestured to Guan Yingjun, turned around and got on Guan Ziqi's ambulance.
Guan Ziqi looked down when she was sitting on the building, and looked down again after she fell down. Maybe she had something to say.
The little girl was lying on the bed in the ambulance, her face pale and her fingers twitching slightly, but she turned her head involuntarily and looked towards Jian Ruochen.
"Guan Ziqi." Jian Ruochen said slowly, "Do you have anything to say to me?"
Guan Ziqi was stunned for a moment, opened her mouth and closed it again, then looked away in a daze.
"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it now. Do you want a pork chop bun?"
Jian Ruochen comforted her, and when he saw her swallowing without leaving a trace, he picked up his phone and called the newly opened ice cream parlor downstairs from the police station, "West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit A. Order five pork chop buns set meals to the Hong Kong University Affiliated Hospital, change the salad dressing to Thousand Island dressing, and ask for sugar-free milk tea, and five servings of vegetable porridge, with less oil and salt... Just have it delivered in an hour and a half."
This sounds like it's all prepared for kids.
Mr. Guan rubbed his hands and looked at Guan Ziqi awkwardly, "Qiqi, Daddy won't force you to learn dancing anymore, nor will he limit your weight. You can eat whatever you like and do whatever you want. If you don't want to learn dancing, we can change your major. If you don't want to go to school, just drop out. Anyway, Daddy can support you."
He glanced at Jian Ruochen beside him, not caring about his face, and raised his hand to hold Guan Ziqi's hand, "Dad was wrong, I'm sorry. Qiqi, please don't do stupid things again. We can find time to eat barbecue, fried skewers and your favorite cart noodles."
Guan Ziqi bit her lips, and suddenly buried her face in the pillow, suppressing her sobs, and cried like a little animal.
Jian Ruochen raised her hand and pulled the quilt up to cover the lower half of her face. "Guan Ziqi, I know you just want to make your parents and teachers happy, so you bought the diet pills, right?"
Guan Ziqi nodded with sobs, unable to utter a word.
Anyone who had just met her knew what she longed for, but her father had to wait until she jumped off the building before he could understand.
Why?
She regretted it so much.
She longed for such a father, but also blamed her father for understanding too late.
She also didn't know that the drug was addictive and the more you took it, the more you would become dependent on it.
Jian Ruochen imitated Luo Binwen's action of patting the quilt and patted the bulging quilt. "Why do you want to jump off the building? Is it because you can't buy medicine and are afraid of facing disappointed teachers and parents, or because you are afraid that you can't quit?"
"Both." Guan Ziqi said in a muffled voice.
"Then why do you keep looking at me?" Jian Ruochen asked.
Guan Ziqi hunched over, hiding her face in the dark quilt, shivering slightly, "Some people say that no one is selling drugs in the new semester because of you, and that you're checking too closely."
Jian Ruochen was thoughtful.
That's not wrong.
After all, the sale of weight-loss pills was discontinued because Oliver Keith was arrested, and Lu Rong's goal of "killing with a borrowed knife" had been achieved. In addition, he had very limited drugs on hand and was rather timid, so it was normal for him not to get involved in this industry anymore.
But how did the students of Hong Kong University know such detailed information?
Oliver Keith has just entered the litigation process, and it will take some time for the court to review the chain of evidence. The trial will not begin until the end of October at the earliest.
Before the trial, all details of the case will not be leaked, and it is even more impossible for ordinary students to know that the diet pills are related to Oliver Keith.
How did Guan Ziqi know?
"Jony told me. He was the first one among us to come into contact with diet pills."
Guan Ziqi sobbed, "If it weren't for you, I might have taken diet pills to death. Thank you..."
"It was Han Beibei who suggested jumping off the building. She said that if she used this method to threaten the drug seller, she might be able to get two more bags."
"You have to be careful of June Grove. Those who can get the drugs and resell them now hate you because you have cut off their source of income."
After the words were spoken, the only sound left in the narrow space was the sound of the ambulance engine.
Jian Ruochen whispered, "What about you? Do you think so too? You are the only one among them who sat on the edge from the beginning. None of them are as brave as you."
Those who are determined to die will be particularly brave.
Guan Ziqi said: "I...actually I don't want to take this medicine anymore. I want to quit. But every time it comes on, it's itchy and painful. I feel so uncomfortable that I want to die. I scratch and scratch desperately!"
She trembled and twitched, speaking incoherently: "But those bugs seem to be crawling in my blood vessels. I think maybe if I die I won't feel so uncomfortable..."
Mr. Guan rushed over and hugged her tightly, restraining her from scratching. "Just bear with it, you'll be fine when you get to the hospital. Dad will find a way to cure you."
A middle-aged man, with tears in his eyes, coaxed helplessly: "Baby, baby, shh... shh."
Guan Ziqi gradually calmed down.
Jian Ruochen leaned against the wall of the ambulance and fell asleep to the lullaby that Mr. Guan hummed softly.
Mr. Guan hummed for three minutes, then looked up and saw that the young boss was also asleep with his head raised and the back of his head resting against the wall of the car.
...So useful?
Knock down two people with one hum?
The car arrived at the hospital.
Jian Ruochen was pushed awake by Guan Yingjun.
He rushed forward and bumped his head into Guan Yingjun's palm, shivering all over. "Sir Guan? I fell asleep? How long did I sleep?"
"Thirteen minutes at most." Guan Yingjun touched his forehead, frowning, "You have a fever."
"It's okay." Jian Ruochen avoided it, "Just go back and drink some hot water."
"They are doing a urine test now. The urine test report will be out in three hours, and you may need to hang saline solution. I just happen to have time, I will take you to see a doctor." Guan Yingjun pulled the man out of the car and reached out to touch the sweat on Jian Ruochen's neck. "I heard that you poured two bottles of ice water on your head."
He opened his mouth, wanting to give a lecture, but looking at Jian Ruochen's bloodshot eyes due to the fever, he couldn't bear to do it, "Don't do this next time."
"Who told you? The owner of Jian Restaurant? You, an informant, are even spying on me." Jian Ruochen muttered to himself, and followed Guan Yingjun forward drowsily, his steps alternating between deep and shallow.
"He has been with me for quite a while and has a bit of an occupational disease." Guan Yingjun made phone calls while assigning tasks as he walked, and took Jian Ruochen to take his temperature and do a check-up.
The Hong Kong University Hospital has cooperation with the police station.
The doctor had seen a lot of things, but he had never seen a policeman who made himself sick by pouring two bottles of ice water on himself, so he was speechless for a moment.
He took the handkerchief and taught, "Your body temperature was so high at that time. You couldn't pour ice water on it no matter how hot it was. Even an iron man couldn't stand it. You see, you should pour a little water on the handkerchief to wet it, and then wipe it. It will be comfortable and cool, and it won't make you sick easily. How can you pour it directly on your head? You're greedy for coolness, and that's going to cause problems."
Jian Ruo looked at him calmly, and after a while she took the handkerchief, said thank you, and folded it into a long strip and covered her forehead with it.
doctor:……
Do you think this is to cool you down?
He laughed, thinking that although Consultant Jian was a legend in public, he was actually a little childish in private. He was real and cute. "The fever is 39.3, which is a bit high. I'll give you some antipyretics to help alleviate it."
Looks so delicate, but lives such a rough life.
Oh, I must have been naughty when I was a child.
The doctor quickly wrote out a prescription and handed it to Guan Yingjun, whose face was dark blue. "Hey, Mr. Guan, take it easy. When Consultant Jian finishes the police academy, he won't be so careless."
The tone was like that of an unscrupulous elder who always says that life will be easy if the child goes to college.
Guan Yingjun took the order with a serious face and took the patient to get an IV.
After a while, the set meals arrived from outside the ice room. The dancers couldn't eat too much, so the vegetable porridge was distributed.
Jian Ruochen also got a bowl.
He took a bite and found it had almost no oil or salt. It tasted strangely bad. He looked at Guan Yingjun eagerly and paid before whispering, "You eat it. I'm not hungry yet."
Guan Yingjun smiled with an ambiguous tone: "Eat quickly."
He sat aside, picked up the bowl and scooped a spoonful of soup, then brought it to Jian Ruochen. The soup was shaking and was about to fall onto his clothes.
Jian Ruochen immediately opened his mouth and took it in. Just as he was about to retract his head, he saw Ding Gao stumble at the door of the infusion room.
Ding Gao was holding the buns he had just bought from the hospital cafeteria, and was in a dilemma for a moment.
Jian Ruochen didn't know whether to sip it or to open her mouth and let go of the spoon, so she was stunned.
Guan Yingjun pried the spoon upwards and pulled it out, then looked back in the direction of his gaze and met Ding Gao's eyes.
Ding Gao paused.
Guan Yingjun turned around, scooped a spoonful of porridge and sent it out, and asked calmly: "What's the matter?"
Jian Ruochen coughed and quickly lowered his head to eat.
Ding Gao squeezed the buns until they were deformed. After a long while, he gathered his thoughts and reported, "It's been two hours. The results of the blood routine test and abdominal ultrasound have come out. The five girls all have varying degrees of malnutrition and anemia. Han Beibei must have eaten a lot. She has some cysts in her abdomen. She may need surgery. I have notified her parents, but they haven't arrived yet."
"Got it." Guan Yingjun stirred the vegetable porridge, "Notify me after the urine test results come out."
Ding Gao whispered: "Yes sir."
Why does he feel like something is wrong?
This, this, this is not good.
It's a bit too ambiguous.
He wanted to say something but didn't dare, so he had to hold it in. He saw Consultant Jian pick up the bowl with his non-injected hand, gulp down half of it in one breath, and then push it away, "It's so unpalatable, I can't eat it."
Ding Gao was startled.
Oh, so he’s a picky eater!
It seems that Sir Guan is just helping Consultant Jian treat his picky eating problem. He is overthinking it.
Not bad, not bad.
Guan Yingjun looked at the remaining half bowl, drank it all in one gulp, then stood up and threw the bowl outside the infusion room.
Ding Gao: Huh? Eat a bowl?
He exerted force with his fingers, and the meatballs in the bun broke through the bun skin and were squeezed into the plastic bag with a "pop".
this……
His Adam's apple moved and he dropped his eyes.
"Call me when the urine test results come out." Guan Yingjun wiped his fingers, thought for a moment, and then said, "Call Lu Rong and ask him to come to the police station at nine o'clock in the evening to cooperate with the investigation."
"Notify ICAC and have them send out a team. While Lu Rong is not at home, they can go and find trouble with Lu Rong's company and see if they can find anything."
"Ask Liu Qishang to lead a team to check the fire station, invite their director for some coffee, and ask him why he always fails to deliver."
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