Chapter 17 Are you using this face to test cadres?
Jian Ruochen lifted his eyelids and said with a smile, "Okay. Now I want to see the layout and photos of the suspect's home. Do you have these?"
"Yes." Guan Yingjun said and glanced back.
Zhang Xingzong immediately turned around, ran to get it, and handed it to Jian Ruochen.
The photos are very detailed.
From the above, it can be seen that the suspect does have extremely severe obsessive-compulsive disorder. All the furnishings in his home are arranged neatly and straight, as if they had been measured with a ruler.
Jian Ruochen thought for a moment, then lowered his head and pulled the drawstring on the collar of his fleece sweatshirt.
The originally neat drawstring became one long and one short, extremely irregular.
Ding Gao curled his lips.
What’s the point of these little actions?
Sir Guan’s decision was really hasty.
Can a college student who hasn't even graduated yet understand what interrogation is better than these police officers?
Ding Gao turned his head to the policewoman Bi Qianqian beside him and said, "If he really gets nothing later, will you go and comfort him?"
Bi Xianxian glanced at him and said, "Me?"
Ding Gao muttered, "It's not like you don't know Guan Sir's temper."
"When I first joined the team, I vomited when I saw a corpse. Have you forgotten how Guan Sir scolded me? If Jian Ruochen can't find out, he will definitely be worse off than me. What if he cries after being scolded?"
Bi Xianxian said meaningfully, "How old are you, and how old is Jian Ruochen? You have worked for two years, but the performance you created is not as much as he did in one night at the Platinum Club. Do you think Guan Sir can treat you the same way as he treats him?"
Ding Gao stopped talking, crossed his arms and looked towards the interrogation room.
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Fu Yiwei was resting with his eyes closed inside.
He sat in the middle of the interrogation chair with his head down, his posture upright.
He didn't open his eyes after hearing the noise, and said calmly: "I have said everything I need to say. I only killed the patrolman because I wanted to solve the trouble for my sweetheart. You can just send me to the procuratorate and sentence me to life imprisonment."
Jian Ruochen did not respond immediately. He waited for nearly ten seconds before saying, "I don't believe it."
Fu Yiwei suddenly opened his eyes.
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "You seem surprised?"
"Not bad." Fu Yiwei licked his lips. "Why did the police call you here? You and the police also acted together to arrest me that day? I can't believe it."
His eyes fell on the drawstrings of Jian Ruochen's collar. The long and short ropes seemed to have turned into two snakes, rustling and crawling up his body.
Fu Yiwei looked away uncomfortably.
Without warning, Jian Ruochen slammed the table and shouted, "Look at me!"
Outside the interrogation room.
Guan Yingjun raised his eyebrows.
Zhang Xingzong's shoulders trembled.
He thought Jian Ruochen would take the gentle interrogation route, carefully and gently open the suspect's defenses and trick him into letting the secret slip.
I didn't expect that he could be so majestic and fierce!
Yes, a bit handsome.
Jian Ruochen's face darkened and he ordered, "Speak!"
Fu Yiwei had no choice but to look up, and the two drawstrings of completely inconsistent lengths swam into his sight like snakes again.
In order to avoid this uncomfortable thing, Fu Yiwei could only settle for the second best and focus his eyes on Jian Ruochen's face.
In this way, the expression that was originally hidden was completely exposed to everyone's sight.
Jian Ruochen took out the photo of the bathroom, which captured the bright spots when the luminol reagent reacted. The large patches of fluorescent color were extremely eye-catching.
He threw the photo in front of Fu Yiwei and asked, "Do you like killing chickens?"
"How many chickens would it take to splatter that much blood?"
"Which chicken's blood was splattered on the ceiling?"
Fu Yiwei's eyes wandered. Why doesn't Jian Ruochen play by the rules?
The other policemen were threatening him and asking him to cooperate with the investigation. Why would Jian Ruocheng follow their words and ask about the process of killing the chicken?
He was totally unprepared! what to do?
Fu Yiwei couldn't help but think of the men and women who were tortured and killed in the bathroom.
When was the blood splashed on the ceiling?
It seemed to be his first love, a girl with short hair.
It was his first time killing someone and he was not very experienced.
The first cut was too shallow and failed to kill him.
The girl struggled so hard that blood splattered on the ceiling. He later used the shower head for a long time to wash it clean.
Jian Ruochen studied his expression.
His eyes rolled up, and it was obvious that he was recalling the crime scene.
He sneered, "Where are those chickens you killed?"
Fu Yiwei laughed strangely and licked his lips again: "Of course I ate it."
His evil eyes swept across Jian Ruochen's neck and he swallowed without disguising.
Jian Ruochen: "Where are the bones?"
Fu Yiwei stopped talking.
This is silent denial.
Human bones are hard and difficult to handle. If thrown away, they would be too conspicuous and easily picked up by someone and reported to the police. However, the police did not receive any relevant reports, which means that Fu Yiwei did not throw away the human bones, but hid them.
Where is it hidden?
Jian Ruo was deep in thought, flipping through the information in his hand.
People with obsessive-compulsive disorder usually follow a fixed pattern and don't like things that are unplanned. The place where he hides the body must be an extremely stable place that is not easily invaded by outsiders.
Commonly known as the psychological safety zone.
Jian Ruochen flipped through the floor plan of the residential area where Fu Yiwei lived, and his eyes scanned it inch by inch.
The interrogation room was eerily quiet, with the only sound being the map being flipped.
Ding Gao couldn't understand, "Why didn't he ask? Did he run out of tricks?"
"Impossible." Zhang Xingzong said based on his trust in Jian Ruochen: "The God of Wealth must have his reasons for doing this."
Guan Yingjun glanced at Zhang Xingzong and felt that he was extremely blind.
We've only known each other for less than half a month and this is happening. I don't know what to do in the future.
Fortunately, he has always had his own judgment and would never be so bizarre.
After ten minutes of silence.
Fu Yiwei finally became impatient because of this inexplicable pause.
Previously, the police officers mostly interrogated people according to procedures, which was not the process at all.
Who is Jian Ruochen?
What is he looking for on the map?
Damn, so annoying.
Jian Ruochen closed the map and suddenly asked, "Do you exercise regularly?"
Fu Yiwei's thoughts went blank for a moment.
Why would you suddenly ask such a question?
Jian Ruochen asked and answered himself: "When I asked you this, your eyelids lifted up for a moment and your lower lip drooped. This was an expression of surprise, which means that this question was beyond your expectations."
"Then you lowered your eyes to hide your expression, and your eyeballs moved from side to side, which meant you were thinking about how to answer."
"Before you opened your mouth, you tilted your head slightly, shifted your gaze for a moment, and pursed your lips. This is a sign of lying."
Jian Ruochen leaned back in his chair, "Who gave you the courage to lie to me?"
Fu Yiwei was sweating all over.
He should have covered it up well.
how so?
He clearly didn't say anything!
Fu Yiwei's mouth was very dry and he swallowed frequently.
Jian Ruochen spread his hands regretfully, "This is just a very common question. Normal people only need to answer yes or no. Why would you want to lie?"
He drew out his voice a little, and the innocence in his voice was creepy.
Jian Ruochen asked softly, "Is it because there is something fishy going on in the gym you often go to?"
Fu Yiwei was breathing rapidly, "You must have seen it wrong. How could I lie? Besides, can't the police see that I have practiced?"
Jian Ruochen: "Of course the police can see it. Sir Guan is not stupid."
Guan Yingjun stood outside, folded his arms and pursed his lips.
This person...
He thought of Jian Ruochen's firm expression when he stood in front of him and said, "I will never hurt you," and he was distracted for a moment.
Does Jian Ruochen really trust him?
Guan Yingjun was dazed for only a moment, and immediately turned his gaze back to the interrogation room.
Jian Ruochen said: "Killing a chicken is also a strenuous job. If you haven't practiced before, how can you hold someone down?"
Fu Yiwei's attention had been drawn to issues related to the gym, and he didn't notice at all that the "chicken" had been replaced by a "person".
His face was covered in sweat and he didn't refute for a moment.
Jian Ruochen said, "Well, you don't seem to want to talk about fitness, so let's talk about the gym."
Fu Yiwei was so angry that his hands were shaking.
Damn, what's the difference between these two?
Jian Ruochen unfolded the map, picked up a red marker from the interrogation table, and stuck the map onto the whiteboard with a magnet.
Fu Yiwei pursed his lips.
There are four gyms around his neighborhood, and he has membership cards for all four. The police cannot make too much noise when they do things without evidence, otherwise they will be featured in the headlines by the paparazzi.
The police officers in West Kowloon would never search every house, so as long as he didn't reveal his identity, the police officers would have a specific target...
Everything is fine!
Is that really okay?
Jian Ruochen smiled.
Fu Yiwei was horrified for a moment.
Jian Ruochen turned his wrist and drew a circle on the map, explaining considerately: "Generally speaking, the psychological safety zone of criminals is within a radius of 500 to 1,000 meters. If your home is the center of the circle... the circle drawn is about this size."
The marker dotted on the whiteboard.
Jian Ruochen said with false embarrassment in his tone, "There are actually two gyms in this area."
He drew a small circle on one of them, turned around and asked, "Is this it?"
Fu Yiwei had no idea what Jian Ruochen was up to.
How could he possibly answer?
Damn it, someone like Jian Ruochen is totally unsuitable as a love partner or prey.
He should just cut off the reddest tongue in this head and stuff it into the trash can with the policeman's body!
Seeing that he didn't say anything, Jian Ruochen sighed regretfully, "It seems not. You look very confident and a little fearless. Let me see... your forehead is bulging, and your upper lip is raised... It seems that you still hate me, so much that you want to stuff me into the trash can."
Fu Yiwei stared in astonishment.
How does Jian Ruochen know what he is thinking?
Can he read minds?
Jian Ruochen paced to the other side of the map and said, "Is this the side?"
When he walked, the two drawstrings, one long and one short, in front of his neck swayed and occasionally tangled together, like a swimming two-headed snake.
Fu Yiwei shouted: "Enough!"
He clenched his fists and moved his wrists anxiously. The handcuffs rubbed his wrist bones until they were bloody. "What are you asking? Can't I go to the gym?"
Jian Ruochen: "You are anxious, you are anxious."
Fu Yiwei was so angry that he wanted to stand up and beat someone up.
But his feet were locked to the chair and his hands were locked to the table, so he couldn't move.
Jian Ruochen glanced outside the interrogation room.
The one-way glass was foggy and I couldn't see outside clearly.
But Guan Yingjun knew that Jian Ruochen was looking at him.
Guan Yingjun stepped forward to open the door, walked in and looked at the map, "Are you sure?"
"Almost certain. I guess the bones are in the private locker at the gym. The lockers at high-end gyms are well sealed and private. The leftover bones can be sealed in a sealed bag and the smell won't spread at all."
Jian Ruochen said, thinking of that scene, and wrinkled his nose in embarrassment, "Should I go too?"
To be honest, he had never seen a fresh corpse.
I heard from my seniors at the police academy that no matter how outstanding a student is, he or she will vomit the first time.
He didn't want that, it was a bit dirty.
"Afraid?" Guan Yingjun thought he was fearless.
The boy's face was still surprisingly beautiful under the death light of the interrogation room. The bloodless lips were moist, as if they had been licked frequently, and the beads of the lips were slightly raised...
He suddenly retracted his gaze and said instinctively, "You stay here, you can go to my office to rest."
Jian Ruochen breathed a sigh of relief and glanced at Guan Yingjun's chest with some surprise.
Did he see it wrong? Are Sir Guan’s pectoral muscles bulging?
Is it necessary to be so excited when looking for clues to a crime?
Jian Ruochen walked into Guan Sir's private office, not knowing why.
Senior inspectors have individual offices, but Guan Yingjun is outside most of the time, working with team members.
Jian Ruochen sat down on the boss chair, and then turned around on the wheels underneath. "Inspector Guan, Inspector Guan, are you using your private office to test your cadres?"
Want to see if he'll flip around?
Oh, older men say one thing and say another behind your back.
Maybe he has a recorder in the drawer, waiting for him to take the bait.
Jian Ruochen shrank back into his chair and closed his eyes.
If he just falls asleep, how will you deal with it?
When Jian fell into a deep sleep and entered the rapid eye movement phase, she began to dream.
Guan Yingjun found the human bones that Fu Yiwei had hidden in a private locker in the gym.
Ding Gaoren was stunned. "Wow, it's really here? I thought he was just guessing! Fu Yiwei didn't say a word, how did he do it?"
Is the gap between people really so big?
Could Jian Ruochen be someone with super powers who can read minds?
Bi Wanwan patted his shoulder and said, "Do you still think that others are the same as you?"
Ding Gao shuddered, his expression dazed and puzzled.
Zhang Xingzong said: "You don't understand... I told you a long time ago that the God of Wealth has his reasons for doing this!"
Ding Gao was confused and thought: What is the reason? He doesn't understand it at all!
Fu Yiwei was being interrogated... and he even had an anxiety attack. How did Jian Ruochen do it?
Ding Gao suddenly remembered the two hoodie strings of different lengths.
...That wasn't just an unnecessary little action!
Jian Ruochen was already prepared to induce anxiety in Fu Yiwei outside the interrogation room, and he was thinking ten steps ahead.
It’s funny that he thought it was a useless little trick at the time. It turns out that he was in the atmosphere!
Ding Gao came back to his senses and murmured, "So handsome, is he a genius?"
Zhang Xingzong corrected him, "It's the God of Wealth. Only our Guan Sir treated this serial disappearance case as a murder case and has been investigating it for so many years. Who would have thought that it would be solved today?"
He rubbed his fingers together. "How much bonus is this?"
"There is also the prostitution case involving the Platinum Club, which is really fat."
From now on, you must be more respectful to the God of Wealth.
The group collected the evidence, and Guan Yingjun sealed the three lockers that Fu Yiwei had rented.
Go home.
Now that the body has been found and we have the interrogation video, the rest of the process becomes much easier, with the follow-up being handed over to the inspectors below and the report to the police officers.
When Guan Yingjun was washing his hands and preparing to leave work, he remembered that there was someone else in his office.
He was stunned for a moment.
The office is a very private place, and there are things in it that are easy to be stolen, such as blankets and kettles. Why did he casually ask someone to come into the office before he left?
Will Jian Ruochen rummage around?
Guan Yingjun raised his hand to open the door and saw someone lying on his back in his chair. The chair was a little cramped for him to sit on, and it seemed a little big under Jian Ruochen.
The young man was lying on it with his limbs spread out, his lips slightly open in his sleep, and his body was covered with the blanket he had placed aside. His face was rosy, his breathing was long, and he was almost snoring.
Guan Yingjun glanced at the furnishings around him, opened the lid of the kettle to check, then opened the drawer on the left, took out the recorder that was turned on 24 hours a day and fast-forwarded it.
I heard that sentence——
"Inspector Guan, Inspector Guan, are you using your private office to test the cadres?"
Guan Yingjun: …
Misunderstood. He really didn't think that much this time.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
The old-fashioned bell phone on the table suddenly rang.
Guan Yingjun picked up the call as quickly as possible and glanced at Jian Ruochen out of the corner of his eye.
I was still woken up, and my eyes were dazed.
Guan Yingjun said into the receiver: "Hello?"
"Ying Jun?" Chen Yunchuan's voice came out, "I heard from Li Changyu that Jian Ruochen is helping you here?"
Guan Yingjun hummed.
Chen Yunchuan lowered his voice and said, "Take him to Sham Shui Po. Someone from Jiang Yongyan's family came. Jiang Hanyu from the Jiang family openly and secretly said that Jian Ruochen had a grudge against Jiang Yongyan and was most likely the murderer. I also called Li Changyu here. Now we need to make an alibi."
Guan Yingjun frowned: "The Jiang family has gone there? Jiang Mingshan is there too?"
Chen Yunchuan said angrily: "Not only that, they also brought paparazzi! They are preparing to stir up the topic that the police detention center is unsafe!"
Guan Yingjun glanced at Jian Ruochen who was still a little dazed, "Aunt, let's go later, wait 20 minutes, he just woke up. He needs to take it easy."
Chen Yunchuan: "Oh? Oh."
She held the hung up phone in her hand, suddenly realizing.
At this point? Together? office? Just woke up?
ah?
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