Chapter 137 Met a Living Dad
"Let me go and ask." Jian Ruochen rubbed the needle hole on the back of his hand.
There is still a dull pain in that area, and there is a slight soreness when pressing it.
Guan Yingjun poured a cup of hot water and placed it on the table. "You still have a low-grade fever. Forget it. It's not like you're a serious criminal."
The implication is.
It neither increases interrogation experience nor broadens your horizons.
Jian Ruochen thought about it and it made sense. "Okay."
He carried the water into Guan Yingjun's office, drank it in one gulp, and fell onto the sofa with a small blanket.
at the same time.
Guan Yingjun opened the door of the interrogation room, raised his hand and threw the file forward lightly. The thin folder was blown by the wind and landed in front of Joan Grove with a "pop". "Take a look."
Grove stared at the open door of the interrogation room.
"What are you waiting for?" Guan Yingjun crossed his arms, lowered his eyes and pulled open the interrogation chair, "Take out your ID card."
Zhang Xingzong tucked the interrogation record form under his arm and trotted to the door of the interrogation room, not forgetting to close the door when he entered.
Grove's heart sank.
Didn’t the news say that the new consultant would be in charge of any trial at the Kowloon West Regional Police Station?
Why is it not the same for him?
STN makes fake news?
"What are you doing?" Zhang Xingzong saw that Jian Ruochen was not there, and realized that he would probably use the previous interrogation method, so he shouted, "Give me your ID card!"
He threw the interrogation record sheet to his place, walked up to Grove, and snatched out the ID card he was holding in his hand, "Tell me your number! Don't play tricks!"
Grove: "I'm going to call a lawyer."
"Do I need to wait for a lawyer to report my ID number?" Guan Yingjun smiled wryly. "Do you also need a lawyer to feed you when you eat?"
He paused, then said calmly, "If you don't report it, we will assume that you don't have legal status in Hong Kong. You should think carefully about the consequences."
Grove's face flushed, he stared at the two policemen in front of him, and reported his ID number word by word.
Didn’t STN News claim that the trials at the West Kowloon Regional Police Station were the most humane ones, where even murderers were given the most basic respect?
Bullshit!
Grove gritted his teeth and said, "I want Consultant Jian to ask."
"Wow." Zhang Xingzong's face was full of surprise and he leaned back slightly.
This was the first time he had seen a criminal have such a need.
This Grove is very confident.
The scene a few months ago when Jiang Hanyu cried and made a fuss and refused to let Jian Ruochen come to ask questions was still vivid in his mind.
"He's off work." Guan Yingjun crossed his arms and raised his chin, motioning Grove to look at the documents. "Look at the documents. I don't want to say it for the third time."
The crossed-arm posture made the muscles on Guan Yingjun's arms particularly obvious. Grove raised his eyes to take a quick look, then lowered his head tremblingly and opened the document.
The above is the "Situation of the 1st and 2nd Floors of the Dormitory Building of the Department of Art at Hong Kong University" just sent by CIB.
Most ordinary students cannot withstand CIB's questioning.
According to his confession, 8 out of the 12 bottles of medicine came from him.
Grove closed the file and said, "It's just selling diet pills. What's wrong with that?"
Guan Yingjun ignored him: "Do you know that the main ingredient in fat burning fruit slimming tablets is benzomorph?"
Grove said without hesitation: "I don't know."
"I didn't know?" Guan Yingjun seemed to have heard something very interesting. "I didn't know you would hide the pills under the dwarf palm trees on the hill behind Hong Kong University, and even make a small cellar with stone slabs!"
"I didn't know you could sell it so secretly. Even the small bottles for the medicine were bought on the spur of the moment."
He stared at Grove with a gloomy face, his tone was unusually calm: "Do you think that if you don't know, it doesn't count as drug trafficking?"
As soon as he finished speaking, the only sound in the interrogation room was the rustling sound of the box-type air conditioner.
Grove and Guan Yingjun looked at each other and felt that these eyes were as deep and unfathomable as a deep pool, which was extremely frightening. He wanted to look away, but his whole body seemed to be frozen and he couldn't move at all.
Outside the interrogation room.
Liu Sizheng placed his fingers on the switch, his eyes fixed on the inside, sweat breaking out on his back.
After working with Sir Guan for so many years, he can still tell when the boss wants to beat someone up.
I guess it will be soon.
"I don't know, how can it be considered drug trafficking?" Grove said dryly, "If you can't prove that I'm guilty, then I'm innocent."
When Liu Sizheng heard this, he turned off the power in the interrogation room.
He wagged his head and tail, hummed a song, strolled to the office to get a glass of water, drank it slowly before going back to turn on the switch and debug the video recorder.
He opened the door and said to the people in the interrogation room: "I'm sorry, Sir Guan, the power supply tripped accidentally just now. I went to drink water and didn't pay attention. The previous content was not recorded."
Guan Yingjun brushed off his clothes, and his slightly quickened breathing quickly calmed down, "Yeah."
He curled his lips at Grove, who had barely sat up straight in his chair, and said, "Then let's go through it again."
"Give me your ID card."
Before Grove could recover from the shock, he felt a dull pain all over his body as soon as he opened his mouth.
Zhang Xingzong said meaningfully, "If you don't cooperate this time, we can do it again."
…
Jian Ruochen slept soundly on the sofa for three full hours and was still a little dazed when he sat up.
It was a bit cold in the early autumn night in Hong Kong, and the air conditioner was on in the office. He went out with a small blanket on to get some hot water. As soon as he walked into the office, he saw Joan Grove who was forced out of the interrogation room by Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng.
Grove stared at Jian Ruochen, who had a messy head of hair, with bloodshot eyes, "Didn't you say he was off work?"
"It's time to get off work." Zhang Xingzong looked at him like he was mentally retarded, "It's common to sleep in the police station after get off work."
Grove staggered, and Liu Sizheng loosened his hand at the right moment. The suspect's knees softened and he fell to the ground with a dull thud, and then he curled up, holding his stomach.
Bi Xianxian said quickly: "I'm sorry, I just mopped the floor and it's not dry yet, so it's a bit slippery. Did I fall on your stomach?"
Jian Ruochen:?
Isn't that a knee?
What a good way to identify the knee with the abdomen!
He thought for a moment, and suddenly an idea came to his mind: this stomach...
I'm afraid he fell in the interrogation room.
Jian Ruochen gulped down a cup of hot water, and only stopped when a little sweat appeared on his back.
When I took the next cup, a big hand reached out from the side, holding a paper bag and shaking it into the cup, leaving a pinch of shredded ginger and a slice of lemon.
Guan Yingjun: "I went to the tea restaurant downstairs to get some shredded ginger. Drink this and you'll get better quickly."
Jian Ruochen looked at it and suddenly remembered that when he was sick as a child and coughed until he vomited, his grandfather, the leader, taught him the same thing.
It really works just by drinking it, and the effect is immediate.
Jian Ruochen made another cup of hot water, sipped it in his hand, and thought, those cheap grandfathers who were over seventy years old 30 years ago should only be in their thirties or forties now.
He imagined what those elders looked like when they were young and couldn't help laughing, "How do you know this?"
"When I went undercover in Bangkok, a mainlander taught me." Guan Yingjun recalled the scene at that time and said, "The conditions there were not good. Before I climbed up, the drug bosses didn't care about the lives of their subordinates. If I was sick, I could only bear it. The mainlander knew that I was from Hong Kong, so he brought me this glass of water, and then we got to know each other. We knew each other's identities tacitly."
"What happened next?" Jian Ruochen asked curiously.
"Later, he followed another line and went to Myanmar. I don't know how he is doing now." Guan Yingjun put his fingers on Jian Ruochen's neck and gently stroked it. "...People from the mainland are tight-lipped. I have met a few who would rather sacrifice themselves than betray their colleagues."
Jian Ruochen drank the ginger lemonade and thought to himself that of course not.
Because when we were training we didn’t call each other colleagues, we called each other brothers.
"Traitors are everywhere." Jian Ruochen added, feeling that the back of his neck was about to be rubbed to pieces of skin, and quickly dodged to the side, "Did Grove confess?"
"He confessed. Unfortunately, the person who contacted him was not Lu Rong, but a small follower of a remnant society. That society has been laundering assets recently, so it is estimated that no big fish can be caught." Guan Yingjun sat on the swivel chair in the public office.
He didn't know when this table and chair started to be called Jian. As soon as he sat down, he noticed that the height was different from what he was used to.
The chair was adjusted too high, and when he sat on it, he could barely fit his legs onto the table.
The table had just been cleared away for a short time when all sorts of books were spread out on it again, including big books on forensic anthropology, drug research, etc., spread out here and there, making a mess.
Guan Yingjun was silent for a while, and thought it was cute that Jian Ruochen always made a mess on the table.
I used to get scolded, but now I find it cute... He is really stuck in Jian Ruochen's hands in this life and there is no way he can turn things around.
Guan Yingjun resigned himself to cleaning the table. When he saw something spread out, he would put a paper clip inside to avoid people having to look for it next time.
Jian Ruochen praised him: "I can't bring myself to clean it up. I think it's easier to read if I spread it out. What would I do without you?"
Guan Yingjun's lips curled slightly: "Coax me?"
He understood Jian Ruochen's way of speaking.
He praises everything he does well, trying to make people willingly work for him all their lives and be grateful to him.
"Of course I'm praising you." Jian Ruochen's face remained calm, and she looked around to see if there was anyone around, so she leaned over and kissed the corner of Guan Yingjun's lips.
A ginger lemon kiss.
Guan Yingjun looked at him deeply, then turned back to pack up the rest. "We are going to the society that Grove mentioned next and ask their leader for someone. We may have to negotiate. Can you come with us?"
Jian Ruochen said without hesitation: "Of course."
The three hours of sleep weren’t wasted.
"I'm going to the bathroom."
Drink too much water.
While washing his face, Jian Ruochen vaguely remembered the doctor's instructions. He took out a handkerchief, soaked it in some water, wrung it dry and rubbed his face, then he went out on the field with Group A, feeling refreshed.
Two o'clock in the morning.
The neon lights in West Kowloon flickered, and the light from the lamps spread into the darkness, dyeing the clouds with some color.
A booming bass could be heard faintly near Lan Kwai Fong. The floor of the dance hall was vibrating with the rhythm. Men and women were laughing and jumping around, swaying their heads and dancing in the polluted air.
The darkness breeds dopamine and crazy adrenaline. Some people have romantic encounters here, while others hide here to do evil.
Guan Yingjun shrugged his nose and said, "It smells like blueberries. Everyone, pay attention. Someone is doing it here."
Lanzai is ecstasy.
"Everyone, pay attention. Look for Brother Dayou first and don't act rashly." Guan Yingjun made a gesture, indicating that everyone should split into two groups and search separately.
What Youge looks like depends entirely on Grove's description.
All people knew was that he had a gold tooth and that he had no little finger on his right hand, only four fingers.
There are rings on three of the four fingers, which is said to be for convenience in hitting people.
Jian Ruochen looked around and saw some white powder sprinkled on the table of the empty booth outside.
Guan Yingjun touched a handful, twisted it, patted off the powder, raised the back of his hand, and smelled it through the back of his hand, "It's marijuana powder."
Ding Gao said: "West Kowloon was under strict inspection some time ago, and many of the people from Kowloon Walled City were arrested and executed. These people are probably scared and only dare to do this kind of small-scale activities."
The British in Hong Kong had almost no control over marijuana and cannabis.
"They are just taking advantage of loopholes in the law and feel they have nothing to fear." Jian Ruochen sighed.
This is the limitation of the times.
Unless there is someone with absolute say and who hates drugs deeply who can participate in the legislation at the time of return.
Otherwise, Hong Kong would not be able to develop the mainland's fine tradition of punishing anyone who traffics more than 50g of drugs.
"If you don't dare to do anything like ice, it's considered progress." Zhang Xingzong said.
Jian Ruochen pursed her lips and said nothing.
He moved sideways through the crowd dominated by adrenaline and desire, looked around carefully, and finally saw the target in an inconspicuous corner.
"There!" Jian Ruochen raised his chin in the direction of Youge and reached into Guan Yingjun's trouser pocket.
Guan Yingjun looked strange, lowered his head, and gritted his teeth and said, "What are you touching?"
"Hat." Jian Ruochen pointed at his hair.
Guan Yingjun took a deep breath, took out the folded hat from the square pocket on the side of his work shorts, unfolded it and put it on Jian Ruochen, "Don't touch the side pockets next time."
Jian Ruochen adjusted his hat oddly, then suddenly realized, "Oh, are you ticklish at the base of your legs?"
Sensitive areas are generally more ticklish because they have more sensitive nerve tissue.
Guan Yingjun: “…Yes.”
Jian Ruochen said: "Okay, okay."
The two of them exchanged a few words and without further delay, headed straight for Brother You.
Ding Gao watched from a distance, and just as a sense of wonder arose in his heart, he suppressed it in an instant.
Business is important, business is important!
Jian Ruochen, Guan Yingjun, Ding Gao, and Zhang Xingzong surrounded Brother You in a flanking manner. As soon as he entered the booth, he saw the man next to Brother You suddenly jumped up, pressed his head on the glass coffee table in the booth, and shouted, "Who the hell allowed you to sell drugs in my factory? You bastard, do you want him to kill me?"
Three uncles in one sentence.
Guan Yingjun raised his hand and subconsciously pushed Jian Ruochen back, "Master Fei."
Jian Ruochen:?
know?
When the man heard this, he immediately turned around and saw that it was Guan Yingjun. His momentum suddenly weakened, "Sir Guan, how did you get here?"
He paused, reacted, and kicked Brother You who was trying to run away, "Did you invite me here?"
After kicking, Fei Ye smiled at Guan Yingjun and said, "I'm sorry, my subordinates are ignorant. I will teach them a lesson."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows, "Master Fei, do you want to make a big deal out of a small matter?"
Li Feiquan glanced curiously at the person being protected by Guan Yingjun.
Oh, Sir Guan will enjoy it now.
Why do you bring your family members with you when you come out to investigate a case?
Half of her face is exposed, and her little mouth is so pink.
He thought about it, but he nodded and said, "I'll clear the area, and you guys can check it out. Is that ok?"
"The area has been cleared. What are we investigating?" Guan Yingjun turned on the intercom. "Bi Wanwan, please pay attention. I have sealed the three exits. No one is allowed to leave from now on."
Li Feiquan's face changed, "Sir Guan, it was not my intention for my subordinates to do this kind of thing. If you send me a letter like this, how can I do business in the future?"
Jian Ruochen soothed him slowly, "You should think about how to get out of this. Brother You can say that you ordered him to sell drugs. If you don't cooperate with our investigation, you will be blamed."
Li Feiquan was immediately convinced, but soon realized something was wrong.
If this is the family of Guan Sir, then are the families of the police officers in West Kowloon Police Station so professional now?
The real policeman who is older than his uncle can say that.
"Who are you?" Li Feiquan asked, "In this situation, outsiders should not..."
"Hello." Jian Ruochen took off his hat and stretched out his hand to interrupt, "Jian Ruochen."
Li Feiquan fell down on the sofa in the booth.
Damn, he just said something about an outsider.
Is this a layman?
This is the father of the triad!
The triads in West Kowloon no longer dare to touch drugs, and 80% of the credit goes to Jian Ruochen.
Some ignorant young men thought that a 19-year-old boy was nothing to be afraid of.
Damn it, you have no tact at all.
It’s not scary. As soon as he entered West Kowloon, West Kowloon put all its efforts into destroying the large-scale drug manufacturing factory under the Kowloon Walled City in one fell swoop?
It’s not scary. As soon as he entered West Kowloon, the court was frightened and acted out of character, shooting two people in a row?
It is said that the third one is about to appear, and it should be Oliver Keith.
It's so damn scary.
Li Feiquan grabbed Youge by the collar and pressed him against the glass table of the booth. He said to the younger brother beside him, "Go, call all the brothers here. You two, come and hold him down!"
Guan Yingjun smiled, took out a cigarette and handed it over, "Thank you, Brother Fei, for your cooperation."
The situation in Hong Kong is clear: there are still a large number of gangsters among the lower classes.
Some people are loyal and have done nothing wrong, they are just lazy, simple-minded, have never been to school, and don't want to do a proper job.
Li Feiquan and Huang Youquan are such people.
It’s just that Huang Youquan is smart and knowledgeable, so he was recruited as a legitimate informant.
Li Feiquan took the cigarette and was glad that he knew the situation well. He lit it on the spot, and his hands were shaking as he smoked.
He was afraid of Guan Yingjun because he was a living devil. If you provoke me, you will definitely lose a layer of skin.
But the reason why he was afraid of Jian Ruochen was purely because he was a living father.
He is afraid of death.
Li Feiquan smiled apologetically: "It's my duty to cooperate with the police."
Soon, more than a dozen small leaders gathered in the venue arrived.
Li Feiquan threw the cigar cutter in front of Brother You and said, "Cao Youfang, don't blame your brother for being ruthless. Rules are rules. Today, while everyone is here, you should settle our family affairs first before leaving with the police."
"I've said before, whoever touches the poison will have his right thumb chopped off! Cao Youfang, do it yourself."
Jian Ruochen frowned: "Wait."
Li Feiquan glanced over.
What does this father do?
Are you going to refute his face?
Wait a minute, how is he going to be the boss in the future?
Jian Ruochen stroked his hair and said, "According to Mr. Cao's situation, he won't be in prison for many years. Mr. Fei..."
Li Feiquan's expression twisted.
Not the last name Fei!
Jian Ruochen paused, pretending that he had called her the right name, and changed his words calmly, "Mr. Li, you have been in the underworld for so many years, you know better than me how to leave a way out for others."
Li Feiquan felt that there was some truth to this. He was only thinking about establishing his authority and did not consider that Cao Youfang would retaliate.
He looked at Jian Ruochen with curiosity and felt that this boy had something good and might be a person who could soar to great heights in the future.
Damn, he’s the best of the best!
In just one sentence, he did two favors!
When Cao Youfang was arrested, he was thankful that he didn't have his fingers cut off.
He also wanted to thank Jian Ruochen for the reminder.
This is a rare talent.
Li Feiquan waved his hand, and the men who had helped him hold down Cao Youfang loosened their hands. He leaned back into the booth and said, "Sir Guan has a good consultant. At first, I thought you were the one leading the family members to handle the case."
Guan Yingjun paused while putting handcuffs on Cao Youfang.
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Can we just check this place casually?"
"Please!" Li Feiquan waved his hand.
Life is important, if the boss doesn’t want to do it, then don’t do it.
The members of the serious crime squad immediately scattered, drew their guns and shouted: "Everyone, hold your heads and squat!"
"police!"
"Drug search in West Kowloon! Don't move!"
Jian Ruochen didn't move, he sat down next to Li Feiquan.
The man shuddered, stood up, and stood obediently in front of Jian Ruochen.
He didn't dare sit on the same chair with Consultant Jian!
Jian Ruochen stared at him and smiled: "Have you ever killed anyone?"
When Li Feiquan heard this, he broke out in a sweat. "No, no, we won't kill anyone even if we have a fight. We are a serious society. Really."
Jian Ruochen stared at him for a while, and seeing that he was not lying, he said softly, "I don't think it's a big deal for you to do this. If you have money, you can buy all my stocks, sell them as soon as you make enough money, and then in the next 30 years, you can go into the automotive, real estate, sports lottery or information companies."
Li Feiquan felt hot all over and his head was completely confused.
Damn, can the richest man lie?
This is a great honor to meet a noble person.
He is really his great father.
He wants to go ashore, be a good guy and be a boss!
Li Feiquan thought about it, stared at Jian Ruochen's eyes for a while, and picked up the half bottle of foreign wine left: "Brother, it's all in the wine, I'll drink it!"
He raised his head, blew it in one breath, put down the bottle, wiped his mouth, and said with a red face: "I know you are investigating Lu Rong. I have some clues. Do you want an informant?"
Jian Ruochen's eyes widened in surprise.
What if you do some good things casually and get unexpected rewards?
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