Chapter 168: Good or Bad Little Stratagems (Part 2)
The great leader of New China once published an article in which he expounded the three principles that must be followed in marriage and love relationships.
Does not affect work and study.
Revolution and political stance are consistent.
Voluntary equality.
Jian Ruochen quickly reflected on his choice.
Falling in love did not hinder the interrogation and solving of the case, nor did it hinder him from graduating from college in two years and obtaining the recommendation letter from the police academy in three years.
Guan Yingjun strongly supports One China. He went through many tests, worked as an undercover drug enforcement agent, and was selected into the special investigation team after returning. He formed a serious crime team with 105 elites, all of whom had firm political positions.
Voluntariness is a must, as for equality...
Jian Ruochen thought of the kick he gave Guan Yingjun in the leg that morning, almost knocking him off the bed, and his eyes wandered.
hiss.
It’s hard to say.
Jian Ruo pondered, pulled her index finger out of Guan Yingjun's palm, and said quickly and quietly: "Let's do our work first. Are you still worried about me treating you? It's just an ordinary celebration banquet. Just show up and you don't need to bring anything."
Zhang Xingzong chuckled.
It was called a celebration party, but everyone knew it was just on the surface. After all, with their status and jobs here, if the two really loved each other, there was actually no way to make a big fuss about it.
So not needing to take anything is not just a polite remark, it really means we don’t want any gift money.
He grinned for a few seconds and then turned back to his work.
Soon, the ambulance arrived.
Bi Xianxian and Zhang Xingzong followed the car to the hospital and watched the doctor perform first aid on Lu Rong.
The rest of the people, together with the Forensic Science Department and Team C who arrived later, searched Lu Rong's house thoroughly.
In the middle of the night, Liu Qishang and Ji Bailou, who received the news, also arrived with the fresh search warrants that had just been approved by their departments.
Liu Qishang was responsible for searching for evidence of financial crimes again.
Ji Bailou checked whether there were any other drugs hidden in Lu's house.
The floor of the living room and the wallpaper on the walls were all lifted up and searched.
After such a thorough search, they actually found something.
Judging from the packaging, at least they were all hidden by Lu Jingchen back then.
As soon as Ji Bailou opened the small bags of grass, Guan Yingjun took three steps back due to the smell and blurted out, "Marijuana."
Ji Bailou secretly cursed, but saw Guan Yingjun calmly walk to Jian Ruochen, lowered his head slightly, sniffed the scent between his hair, and his body, which had just been tense, relaxed.
Ji Bailou immediately closed his eyes, turned to the other side, squatted down and continued to unpack and check.
Among the four brothers of the same grade as them, only Chen Jincai has no one in a relationship.
Chen Jincai has a rather erratic personality and is unstable. After excluding him...
Ji Bailou looked at the drugs piled up like a small mound of dirt in front of him and closed his eyes tiredly.
When the Lu family was investigated, there were no drugs.
Unless new laws appear in Hong Kong.
He is really destined to be a hard worker. Will the dark circles under his eyes stay with him for the rest of his life?
When Guan Yingjun led the CID team and handcuffed the remaining members of the Lu family to the police station for investigation, the CIB and ICAC personnel were still digging in the Lu family's backyard.
Liu Qishang said as he dug the soil with a shovel, "If there's a dead body here, won't Team A have to work overtime? Hehehehehehehehe..."
In the past few months, he has been running around to take over the performance that Jian Ruochen gave to ICAC, and now it's time to give back.
As he thought this, he dug even harder.
After the CID team returned to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, they interrogated Zhang Qingzhe, Qiu Jiawen and Moorelin again.
When the three heard that Lu Rong was arrested, they immediately lost all hope.
Zhang Qingzhe had been tortured to the point of losing his spirit in the previous prisoner's dilemma. When he saw Jian Ruochen again, he recounted in detail the few times he had met Lu Rong.
No matter how the two Chinese men spilled the beans in the interrogation room, Morklin never gave in.
He sat in front of Jian Ruochen and said word by word: "The winner is the king and the loser is the bandit. I can tell you everything about Lu Rong, but I will not betray my motherland."
It was late at night.
The Crime Unit of Kowloon West Regional Police Station is brightly lit.
After working all day, Jian Ruochen was a little tired. He leaned lazily on the back of the chair and said, "I understand that you don't want to betray your country. You are really a warrior."
As Molklin listened to Jian Ruochen's relaxed tone, cold sweat broke out on his neck.
Before he opened his mouth to interrupt, Jian Ruochen spoke slowly: "I admire your loyalty, but will your motherland protect you like you protect her? You have been arrested in West Kowloon for so long, has the British Consulate in Hong Kong ever cared about your life or death?"
Morklin's breathing became heavier and his brows furrowed. He only hated why his ears could not be closed tightly like his eyes.
The more he didn't want to listen, the more Jian Ruochen's voice drilled into his ears, "Molklin, your motherland didn't even call West Kowloon for you to ask if you are living well here and if you can have enough food."
Molkerin clenched his fists.
It's all tactics!
It was a rhetoric that shook his faith.
It was a despicable conspiracy by Jian Ruochen, the interrogation expert!
These are the words of the devil that should never be believed.
But, why didn’t the Consulate General call?
Why are you silent!
In the past 20 years, he...
20 years of life!
I paid for it all...
Jian Ruochen saw his lower lip trembling slightly, knowing that he had been shaken to the extreme at this time, "You have done so much for England, what has England done for you?"
Morklin closed his eyes tightly.
He opened his mouth slightly, but then closed it again, gritting his teeth so hard that he tasted blood on the tip of his tongue. Only then did he suppress his inner doubts about his faith, took a deep breath, slowly leaned back, and leaned back on the chair.
He endured it for 20 years.
Why couldn't he bear it at this moment?
"I still say the same thing. I can tell you all the deals between Lu Rong and me, and I won't say anything else." Morklin said.
Jian Ruochen's Adam's apple moved.
He sat up straight and took another look at the gray-haired man in front of him.
spy.
Capitalist regimes are actually very ruthless towards spies. According to what he has learned and actual cases he has seen, after catching spies from other countries, they must not only intensify interrogations but also keep them under close surveillance.
Not to prevent spies from being rescued, but to prevent them from being killed.
Because the upper echelons of the capitalist regime will not regard members of the same party as comrades. Most of them are high and mighty and will not save them, but only kill them.
Morklin was smart and alert enough. Even when there were two teams delaying him, he still noticed something strange in the office and sent people to investigate.
The bullet hole on Jian Ruochen's shoulder felt itchy again. The clock hanging in the interrogation room was ticking, and it was already past one in the morning.
He glanced at the information, wrote down the specific location of Molkerlin's hometown, stood up, walked outside, picked up a portable tea bag with English written on it from the tea table, put it in a tea strainer, and put it into the special mug for "inviting people for tea". After pouring hot water, he went to the tea restaurant downstairs to order Hong Kong-style supper for his colleagues, and stared at the freckled guy in the tea restaurant and said, "Can you make English tea cakes?"
He chuckled, "Not really."
After nearly 10 years of reshuffles in the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, most British people have been excluded.
After all, this is a place closer to China, and requires more pure confidants.
Jian Ruochen said, "What about sandwiches? The simplest ones will do."
"This is fine." The freckled boy smiled shyly, "But I don't cook it well. Do you want to eat it?"
I heard that Consultant Jane is very picky about food and doesn't like British food very much.
He didn't want Advisor Jian to think that the food in the police station cafe was not tasty.
"It's not me, it's the British prisoner." Jian Ruochen smiled, "It doesn't have to be particularly delicious, just make it authentic. He is from Bournemouth, England, and add a traditional serving of fish and chips."
The main theme is homesickness after eating.
He had already made plans. If the guy at the tea restaurant couldn't cook, he would call the British chef at home who was almost sent back to his country by Luo Binwen.
That one will definitely.
The freckled guy smiled happily and made an OK sign.
Authentic British coastal flavours.
Isn’t this simple?
In less than ten minutes, the young man put the prepared dishes on the plate and said, "Take it with you. After he finishes eating, you don't have to return the plate to us. Just give it directly to the detention center."
Jian Ruochen didn't expect that the guy in the tea restaurant had a mental obsession with cleanliness, and he was immediately at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He brought up two midnight snacks and took out the tea strainer that was soaking the black tea. The clear tea liquid had been brewing for more than ten minutes, and it was at just the right temperature, with a rich and mellow aroma.
He brought the midnight snack into the interrogation room and placed it in front of Morklin, "Eat."
Morklin lowered his head in suspicion, and a familiar fragrance rushed to his nose.
He was shocked, but had to suppress his emotions, "What is this?"
Jian Ruochen: "Midnight snack."
"I mean, what did you put in it? Truth serum?" Morklin was excited for a moment, and his voice gradually got louder. Guan Yingjun heard this shout as he passed by with the evidence record form. He stopped in his tracks and looked inside through the glass.
Ding Gao, who was responsible for recording the interrogation content beside Jian Ruochen, was looking at the plate in front of Morklin and swallowing his saliva.
In three seconds, his Adam's apple rolled up and down twice.
He withdrew his gaze and looked at Jian Ruochen and Moerklin again.
After Jian Ruochen came back, he took off his equipment and changed back into plain clothes.
The weather is getting warmer, and he wore a royal blue two-way jacket today. It looked like he was draped over his body with the deep sea, making him look exceptionally fair.
Truth serum is actually an anesthetic induction agent, generally a barbiturate.
In Hong Kong, the drug of this type that is widely used privately is generally scopolamine, which is more toxic than anthrax and has a very high hallucinogenic effect. It has been widely used for anesthesia since 1920. Gynecologists who discovered that it can make people unconsciously tell the truth called it truth serum.
Guan Yingjun's mind works very quickly.
This type of drug usually takes effect through injection, and Jian Ruochen would never put it in boiling hot fish and chips.
"Eat quickly, it's getting cold. This is just a midnight snack, there's nothing in it." Jian Ruochen said softly.
After he finished speaking, he took out the interrogation record of Morklin today and checked it. As he moved, the bracelet on his wrist slipped down and got stuck on his arm.
Guan Yingjun took a closer look, and he didn't expect that after returning from the mission, Jian Ruochen not only changed his clothes, but also put on a bracelet.
He pursed his lips, his Adam's apple rolled, his ears felt hot, and his heart was beating loudly in his chest.
Jian Ruochen always makes people feel that they are taken seriously by him in such small details.
After Jian Ruochen finished reading the interrogation record, he and Ding Gao signed it one after another, and then placed it in front of Morklin, "If you are worried, sign it first and then eat."
After signing, today's interrogation is over.
It would be inhumane to re-examine him.
Morklin signed the document and was about to refuse the food that smelled fishy.
Before he could say anything, Jian Ruochen interrupted, "After you finish eating, a detention officer will take you back to the detention room. You can take the plate to the detention center. We are going to get off work."
Molklin was stunned, but saw Jian Ruochen walking out with the interrogation records. Before the door of the interrogation room closed, he saw Guan Yingjun lower his head and kiss the top of Jian Ruochen's head.
Click.
The door is closed.
Morklin looked at the thing in front of him, smelled the very familiar smell and thought: I'll just try it, try this sandwich.
He picked up the rectangular-cut sandwich between two fingers and took a tentative bite.
The toast with the edges cut off has a soft and glutinous texture, the egg inside has semi-solidified egg liquid flowing, the sliced cucumber is crisp and refreshing, as thin as a cicada's wing, and the tomato is crispy, sour and sweet. If you taste it carefully, the crushed pepper in it exudes the unique fragrance of spices. Finally, the tip of your tongue touches the richness of the tuna salad dressing.
Molkerlin looked at the sandwich in disbelief.
Unable to control his emotions, but as if to confirm, he carefully lowered his head and took a bite.
It can't be wrong.
This is actually the taste of home.
He drank the black tea and thought about the days when he had just graduated and was not selected to join MI6. At that time, he was in the police station and drank this kind of instant tea.
Bitter, fragrant, and refreshing.
Pair it with a doughnut or maybe a side of fish and chips and get back to work.
After so many years, he thought he had forgotten that beautiful seaside.
Forget the Jurassic Coast and the Arts Festival.
When I think about it now, every scene is so vivid and lifelike.
Morklin forgot that he just wanted to taste it. He lowered his eyes, his nose felt sore, and he held back his tears as he ate everything in front of him bite by bite.
Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun did not leave.
The two men stood outside the one-way glass of the interrogation room and watched.
Guan Yingjun was silent for a while, then a smile appeared on the corner of his lips. "At 1:30 in the morning, give him some strong black tea."
What a... bad little scheme.
Jian Ruochen chuckled and said with a sidelong glance, "You've known me for a long time. I want to make him feel homesick, overthink, and unable to sleep. After I go home and have a good sleep, I will call him to question him at ten o'clock the next morning. At that time, no matter what tricks I use, he will be caught off guard~"
Guan Yingjun was curious about the way he played tricks on criminals. Seeing that there was no one around, he grabbed his cheek and lifted him up, then kissed him sideways. "Moerklin is not easy to deal with. He is as tight-lipped as Lu Rong, but there is no Butler Xu around him who can send us evidence."
His tone was gentle and tender: "What will you do if Morklin still doesn't tell you?"
Jian Ruochen's cheek was grabbed, and he moved his lips twice like a little fish blowing bubbles, and said vaguely: "I have a backup plan. If he doesn't tell me, I will personally call the British Consulate General in Hong Kong and alienate Molkerlin and MI6."
Anyway, no matter what, tomorrow, Morklin will definitely explain clearly how he got in touch with Lu Rong. As for how Morklin engaged in espionage activities, it doesn't matter whether he can be found out during the interrogation.
This matter is under the jurisdiction of the Criminal Intelligence Division of the Hong Kong Police Force. If the Serious Crime Unit can save it, it would be a godsend.
Anyway, he is at least one police academy away from the Police Department. How can he take the performance of the Police Department?
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