Chapter 15: Control
Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment by Guan Yingjun's dark eyes, but quickly came back to his senses.
He just raised his eyes, and the corners of his eyes immediately turned red. In an instant, he stretched out his hand to grab Guan Yingjun's collar, yanked it down fiercely, and whispered in his ear: "What do I want? I want a society ruled by law, a peaceful sea and a peaceful river, and I want the five-star red flag to be raised at the entrance of the police station. Can you give me that?"
Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple rolled.
The first thought that came to my mind was: Jian Ruochen supports the return and is a sober person.
The second thought was: Jian Ruochen smells so good.
It was so close that his breath was filled with the clear scent of grapefruit, and he even felt that the light-colored curled eyelashes could brush his face.
As Jian Ruochen spoke, he actually became sad.
After he came here, his brothers who grew up with him and were so close that they could wear the same pants were gone.
He would never see the elders who had raised him for more than ten years again.
The money didn't mean much to him at all.
He now has no friends he can trust, and he has to be careful about other people's schemes and help the original owner to take revenge.
I can't go back.
It's annoying.
Jian Ruochen grabbed Guan Yingjun's collar with both hands and pushed him back violently, "In the eyes of Inspector Guan, only those with ulterior motives are worthy of doing good things? You can think of sending all the criminals to prison, but others can't think of that?"
Guan Yingjun was caught off guard and was pushed back two steps. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "That's not what I meant."
He really wanted to speak frankly, "I am..."
"Enough!" Jian Ruochen's face was gloomy, "Inspector Guan, you have to figure out one thing."
"I helped you solve the case and gave you clues, not to give you leverage to interrogate me. Let's not talk about finding the murderer of Feng Jiaming. If it weren't for me, how much more time would it take you to get clues about Jiang Yongyan from Huo Jinze? How many more nights would you have to stay up to find the suspect this time?"
He raised his voice and used what Guan Yingjun had said yesterday to argue, "Are you going to take the invitation letter and have your informant ask. And then take the photos and go house by house?"
Guan Yingjun was speechless.
He stared at Jian Ruochen's blushing cheeks and eyes, and for a moment he didn't know how to respond to the question. He didn't know if the pair of eyes in front of him would suddenly become moist and shed tears if he opened his mouth again.
Jian Ruochen leaned over and picked up the two photo albums that Guan Yingjun had temporarily placed on the chair. "I heard from Zhang Xingzong that the serious crime team had no money, so they spent money to buy the evidence--"
He took a deep breath, paused, swallowed half of his words, raised his eyes and glanced at Guan Yingjun, then said expressionlessly: "Inspector Guan, you have to understand that I don't have to be your consultant! It's because Teacher Li is not convenient to come that I was replaced. Now it seems that your Serious Case A Team doesn't seem to need a consultant."
He snapped the photo albums in his hand shut and threw both albums into Guan Yingjun's arms. Feeling refreshed and relaxed, he put on his coat, opened the door of the lounge and ran out.
He slammed the door as he left.
The wooden door of the lounge hit the door frame with a bang and then bounced back against the wall. The noise was so loud that the members of Group D, who were closest to the lounge and pantry, leaned out to see what was happening.
Guan Yingjun stood in the middle of the lounge and glanced over coldly.
The members of Group D immediately pushed the wheelchair and rushed back to their office.
Guan Yingjun walked to the window, tucked the photo album under his arm, tilted his head to light a cigarette, lowered his eyes and looked down, and saw Jian Ruochen walked straight out of the police station, hailed a taxi and drove away without even looking back.
The cigarette butt lit up a red light in the cold wind, twinkling like stars.
Guan Yingjun took only one sip and then held the rest between his fingers to dry.
Jian Ruochen's words lingered in his mind, and he felt a little touched.
But the world is bustling with people, all for the sake of profit; the world is in turmoil, all for the sake of profit.
After he returned to China at the age of 18, he was assigned an undercover mission. His superiors did not want his academic record to appear in the police academy files, so they sent him to study accounting for four years and secretly trained him in undercover skills.
After graduation, he was sent to work undercover for three years. He witnessed his colleagues being betrayed by informants and thrown into a private prison. He had to give up the undercover list after only three days.
He was used to living in vigilance, and suspicion had become a habit.
And Jian Ruochen is really too smart, too good at winning people's hearts...
Guan Yingjun thought of Jian Ruochen's red face and eyes a few minutes ago. His thoughts paused for a moment, and he picked up the half-smoked cigarette and took a puff.
Halfway through vomiting, Zhang Xingzong ran over, holding onto the door frame, and said cautiously: "Boss, the people we went to search the suspect's residence are back. This person seems to be a serial killer..."
Guan Yingjun came back to his senses, "Yeah."
Zhang Xingzong whispered: "We can't ask now, you see..."
Guan Yingjun, "Let me ask. You take your people to investigate the case of the Platinum Club first. Copy all the photos. Each person will be responsible for ten people, and visit them one by one."
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Group A investigated the Platinum Club, which was considered to be stealing the lucrative job from Group Z.
The task that Group Z had been struggling with for over a month without any progress was handed over to Group A, and they obtained the key evidence in just one week.
Many of the people in those two photo albums did not volunteer, but once they heard that the police would protect their safety, some of them quickly turned against them.
A girl of high status stole the account book from the management of the Platinum Club and performed a great deed.
When Zhang Xingzong was writing the case report, he wrote that the seizure was “seized in passing” and that the account book he suddenly got was “the poor girl who was forced to get it was desperate and abandoned the dark and joined the light” and “it happened to be placed on Sir Guan’s desk.”
They just checked out the Platinum Club while catching the criminals in the Sham Shui Po patrol case.
How can it be considered as stealing a job if it is something that happens easily?
As for the most important "two photo albums"...
Zhang Xingzong was undecided, so he left it blank and took the report to ask Guan Yingjun, "Boss, how do you explain the origin of the photo album? Should we ask Jian Ruochen to ask about it? And by the way, ask him if he is willing to accept another letter of praise?"
Guan Yingjun rubbed his brows, "You won't call him?"
Zhang Xingzong hesitated, "I don't have his phone number... Sir Guan, do you have one?"
Guan Yingjun didn't have it either, but he had the address of Jian Ruochen's pager.
During these seven days, he had been dealing with the suspect in the "Sham Shui Po Patrol Case", and only managed to find out the suspect's name and motive for the crime.
When asked if he had killed anyone else, he didn't say a word.
The mouth is as tight as a clam.
The police station could not torture people into confessions, so they could only use mental pressure, so he had to ask slowly. By the fifth day, he could not wait any longer, thinking that Jian Ruochen had a good temper and always smiled when facing the temptations before.
I won't be angry for more than five days, and it's about time I calm down now.
So Guan Yingjun sent a voice message to Jian Ruochen on the pager.
Jane if sinking reason.
That message has not been replied yet.
Guan Yingjun originally thought that Jian Ruochen wanted to leave him alone for a day and come back the next day.
But now it’s almost the eighth day... and still no response.
Zhang Xingzong's expression gradually twisted in Guan Yingjun's silence. He stretched his neck and asked, "Did you guys not contact each other after the quarrel that day? It's been a few days, seven days, right?"
Guan Yingjun: “Yeah.”
Zhang Xingzong didn't know whether this "hmm" meant that there was no quarrel or no contact. Seeing that Guan Yingjun looked unhappy, he took a small step back.
Guan Yingjun raised his eyes and glanced over.
Zhang Xingzong took a half step back and said straightly, "Sir Guan, I don't think Jian Ruochen will be angry for so long."
He rummaged in his trouser pocket and pulled out a wrinkled ticket. "Look, Professor Li Changyu has given three lectures in a row at Hong Kong University. I took some time to watch the one three days ago."
"Jian Ruochen is Mr. Li's teaching assistant. He smiles at everyone he meets and is very kind. We greeted each other and he even treated me to a kind of cherry called cherries."
I'm nothing like you, who always has a stern face.
Zhang Xingzong held back the second half of the sentence and didn't say it.
He lowered his voice and said, "Besides, we have been trying to persuade the suspect for a week and he still won't talk. Why don't we call Teacher Li? If there is any misunderstanding between you and Jian Ruochen, you can take this opportunity to talk it out."
If there is no misunderstanding, then just bow your head and give in. What's so difficult about that?
That’s the God of Wealth who can bring you good results!
Do you know how much groups like BCDEFG are envious of this God of Wealth?
He is rich, has good acting skills, and is Li Changyu's student. Whether he is recruited as a consultant or an informant, he has a bright future!
Guan Yingjun took out his cell phone while looking straight at Li Changyu, and called him, "Hello? Uncle Li."
"Hmm? What's up?"
Li Changyu was correcting the test paper that Jian Ruochen had just finished.
It was inconvenient for him to grade the papers while holding his cell phone, so he turned on the speakerphone and placed it on the table, and talked to Guan Yingjun while grading the papers.
Guan Yingjun said: "The suspect in the Sham Shui Po policeman's corpse dumping case won't speak, I would like you to come and take a look."
Li Changyu's red pen was ticking, "I'm busy. Didn't I give Xiao Chen to you? I didn't even need to teach him the interrogation techniques. Don't you have enough?"
Jian Ruochen was sitting on the sofa in Li Changyu's reception area, hugging a pillow and reading a book. His face was flushed by the air conditioner. He didn't even raise his head when he heard this.
Li Changyu glanced at him and understood what was going on. He raised his eyebrows and asked, "Guan Yingjun, I didn't go last time. Did you bully me?"
Jian Ruochen snorted in his heart and pricked up his ears to listen.
Guan Yingjun was silent for a while on the other end of the phone, avoiding the question and saying dryly, "He didn't reply to my message."
"Wow." Li Changyu said to Jian Ruochen, "Come here, Xiaochen, Guan Sir is looking for you."
Guan Yingjun rubbed the receiver nervously.
Jian Ruochen asked the phone on the table, "What can I do for you, Inspector Guan?"
As soon as Guan Yingjun heard the name "Inspector Guan", he knew that he was in trouble.
When Jian Ruochen is not angry, he always calls him Sir Guan.
He considered, "That day I—"
Jian Ruochen interrupted her just as she started talking, "Are you calling me to ask me to interrogate the suspect in the Sham Shui Po police corpse dumping case?"
Guan Yingjun was stunned for a moment, less than a second.
When he was about to speak again, Jian Ruochen hung up the phone and a busy tone sounded in the receiver.
Beep, beep, beep——
Guan Yingjun glanced at his phone and made another call three seconds later. As soon as the call was connected and before he could say anything, a man rushed in from the door of Serious Crime Unit A.
He gasped and said, "Sir Guan, Jiang Yongyan was shot and killed while he was on leave at the Sham Shui Po Police Station detention center!"
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