Chapter 171 Transfer to the Court
After get off work, Jian Ruochen waited until the so-called evening to speak.
Guan Yingjun still didn't dare.
Jian Ruochen felt that he was quite vivid like this, as if he revealed a side of a man dominated by physiology and psychology, breaking away from basic procedures and absolute rationality, and becoming like a living ordinary person.
Cute and real.
When this thought came to mind, Jian Ruochen's expression froze for a moment, and he smiled incredulously.
He actually thought Guan Yingjun was cute.
Jian Ruochen collected his thoughts and decided to wait patiently, pretending not to know, to see when Guan Yingjun could overcome the hurdle in his heart on his own.
The car has been parked at the door.
He didn't just wait, but reached out from the passenger seat, grabbed the man's hand that was holding the steering wheel, and played with his long and powerful fingers one by one.
Guan Yingjun's ears turned red and his breathing became heavy after playing so much, so he let go and got off the car to go home.
At first he was waiting for Guan Yingjun to ask him.
Half a month later.
The nature of things has completely changed.
The news of Lu Rong's arrest has spread all over the city, and the media has reported it extensively and exposed the news mercilessly.
The Lu family's superficial appearance and rotten interior were exposed to the public, and every incident was filled with evil.
For a while, public anger was deep and the newspapers were filled with abuse and ridicule.
Writing about Jiang Hanyu and Jiang Mingshan [A thousand gold coins are worth more than a horse from a wealthy family]
Writing about Lu Rong [The wealthy man sat on the fence and finally brought the wall down]
Write about Lu Qian [a wealthy drug lord who secretly eats bullets to avoid disaster and escape family punishment] and so on.
While thinking that the endless stream of sarcastic headlines in the newspapers were both funny and apt, West Kowloon worked in shifts for two consecutive months, 24 hours a day, to sort out the parts of all the cases related to Lu Rong.
Not only was Jian Ruochen busy working at the police station, he also had to go to school to attend classes and write his graduation thesis when he got home. He was exhausted.
The only time they could be intimate was when they were sitting in the car after get off work and arrived at the door.
After returning home, I just wanted to fall asleep and didn’t even have the energy to do anything.
Jian Ruochen started by playing with his fingers, and then played with other things. No matter how Guan Yingjun poked him, he wouldn't say a word. His forbearance was quite interesting.
Sometimes Jian Ruochen wanted to ask "What are you enduring?", but in order to have a few more days of fun, he forced himself to hold it back.
He didn't know what Guan Yingjun was enduring, but he endured it and didn't ask, just to play with Guan Yingjun like this for a few more days.
Sir Guan is so smart that he must be well aware of his playful nature.
Two and a half months later, Hong Kong entered midsummer again.
The sun was high in the sky during the day and there were frequent showers, but each time they never rained to your heart's content. The sporadic rain made the Hong Kong River wet and hot, and the air was filled with the smell of cement.
Dragonflies fly low in the evening.
At the end of May, when I was about to defend my graduation thesis, the Hong Kong Observatory issued a strong typhoon warning.
STN was the first to report, and Tang Shiyao said, "Welcome to the STN evening news. I am Tang Shiyao. Let me pay attention to the latest news about the typhoon."
"According to relevant departments, Typhoon York is currently maintained at super typhoon level and is expected to land on the sea from the east tomorrow night and move from west to south."
"Tomorrow night, one hour before landfall, the wind warning will be sounded on the Hong Kong River. Please go home immediately after hearing the warning, and return ships in the harbor to avoid the adverse effects and losses caused by the weather, and make early preparations for the strong winds to land."
"Let's take a look at the detailed weather chart..."
Luo Binwen saw the weather map and said, "Don't go to the police station tomorrow."
"No, I'm too busy now. The transfer procedures will be done tomorrow. I have a lot of documents to sign and I have to be present." Jian Ruochen said, but his eyes fell on the Maoxuewang on the dining table.
The chef sent from the mainland is really good at cooking.
Very authentic.
He took the soup from the Maoxuewang, skimmed off the red oil, poured the soup over the rice, sprinkled some sugar on the rice, mixed it hastily, and ate it with the beans he had taken out of the Maoxuewang. After a while, he was sweating profusely from the heat.
The cook was holding a bowl at the side. When he saw this way of eating, he forgot to chew the rice in his mouth and was stunned.
Luo Binwen's voice was hoarse, and he explained in a hoarse voice: "This is the taste of the young master. He also dips whole wheat bread in vinegar."
Just get used to it.
The cook was speechless.
"It's so boring to just eat bread." Jian Ruochen said, glancing at Uncle Luo's expression, "It's too hot and humid in the summer, so eating some chili peppers is just right, it's very healthy, let's have fried pork with chili peppers tomorrow."
Luo Binwen almost laughed out of anger, "The doctor said you can't eat too much, only one meal a week at most."
Jian Ruochen glanced at the cook again.
Before the man came, he was a sergeant. He could lead a team to deliver meals with a pot on his back and even go around the enemy camp to capture the enemy and the pot.
The sergeant was very skilled, but his hard heart was his occupational disease: "To get rid of dampness? Eat red bean and barley porridge for a day."
Jian Ruochen decided to stay at the police station tomorrow and not go home for dinner.
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The next morning at ten o'clock, it was clear and the wind was blowing from the north.
The West Kowloon Regional Police Station finally sorted out all the evidence of the Lu family's crimes, submitted backups, signed and approved them, and went through the prosecution procedures after confirming that they were correct.
At 3:30 in the afternoon, the sky rolled over, the weather turned from sunny to cloudy, and the insects and birds stopped singing.
Lu Rong was transferred to the Kowloon Court.
He had just been out of the hospital, but he looked so weak that he could barely stand when he was escorted in front of the media.
The "gentleman" who could walk gracefully with the help of a cane has disappeared.
No metal objects were allowed in the detention center, and his walking stick had been confiscated long ago and was no longer with him. Now he could only be dragged by two people and limped into the court car.
Before the car door closed, Lu Rong turned his head and glanced at the entrance of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
I saw Jian Ruochen standing right in front of the police station, looking at me expressionlessly, very indifferently, as if he was looking at a dead person.
The wind suddenly picked up. The air poured in through the iron windows of the escort vehicle, and the temperature dropped suddenly, making people feel cold all over.
Lu Rong looked at Jian Ruochen quietly, as if he would have won a little as long as the other party avoided his gaze temporarily.
But Jian Ruochen did not dodge or evade, and stared at him until the people in the court began to close the sliding door.
Before the car door was about to close, he saw tremendous hatred in Lu Rong's empty and gloomy eyes.
If it was just a financial crime, Lu Rong would still have a chance to be released from prison, but he was charged with attempted murder, endangering public security and espionage.
Only the death penalty awaits him.
At this moment, Lu Rong looked at Jian Ruochen, and a horrified murderous intent surged in his heart.
He finally understood what Uncle Xu said.
The Triad should not be disbanded. If he could control the Triad members left behind by Lu Qian, he could kill Jian Ruochen.
Jian Ruochen is just a young man who has just turned 21.
No matter how many bodyguards, police officers and soldiers are around him, there are always times when he is careless.
If Jian Ruochen could be killed, what would the West Kowloon Regional Police Station use to fight the Lu family? He has no money, no political backing, and Xu Tuo will not turn against us. What a pity...
Unfortunately, he realized it too late.
The tragic scene of Jian Ruochen being killed seemed to appear before Lu Rong's eyes. He became inexplicably excited and could almost imagine what a beautiful scene it would be to see such a beauty lying in a pool of blood.
He was stunned for a moment, then came back to his senses in a panic.
Xu Tuo was right, the Lu family could not clear themselves.
The blood of murder flowed in their bodies from beginning to end.
Before the car door closed.
Jian Ruochen smiled at Lu Rong, who had murderous intent in his eyes.
With a click.
The car door was completely closed, and several muffled sounds came from inside. It was probably Lu Rong who was angry, struggling, and resisting in vain.
The media who heard these voices had different expressions on their faces, and they probably thought of some new topic for the report.
A cameraman whispered to a reporter beside him: "So Lu Rong had sex in a car in front of the police station, and no one knows where he ended up?"
"Great." said another.
In front of the police station, the treetops of the green trees in the green shade belt were swaying from side to side and making rustling sounds.
Jian Ruochen watched the escort car go away, lowered his eyes and said to the reporters: "You should go home early, the typhoon is coming."
The reporters looked at his eyes filled with concern and felt warm in their hearts.
Seeing that the police officers from the Serious Crime Squad of the West Kowloon Police Station who came to escort the people all had tired looks on their faces, everyone was so soft-hearted that they couldn't ask any pointed questions.
Only one reporter held the microphone in front of Jian Ruochen, "I heard that you want to graduate early and go to the police academy. What are your plans after graduating from the police academy?"
"Let's graduate from Hong Kong University first." Jian Ruochen smiled helplessly, "I haven't defended my thesis yet. I'm still waiting for the graduation ceremony to have my tassels removed."
With just one sentence, she lightly blocked the inquiries about his career.
Rain fell from the sky, hitting the ground and forming coin-sized dots. The smell of the cement floor suddenly rose up.
The reporters could only return home with their equipment.
The members of the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit were still standing at the door, staring in a daze at the rain falling outside.
The Lu family is over.
The case was actually over.
The local tyrant who had been entrenched in Hong Kong for hundreds of years was cut into three pieces and finally died.
The clouds on the horizon rolled in with water vapor, and the endless fog instantly covered the entire Hong Kong River. Large groups of gray clouds piled up in the sky, blocking out the sun, and the sky suddenly darkened.
Strong winds mixed with heavy rain poured down, and at the same time, the wind alarm sounded.
Everyone seemed to wake up at this moment.
Lin Yazhi said: "Let's go, let's go home first."
Ding Gao sighed, "It's too far. My home is on Xiangjiang Island. How can I get there in such heavy rain?"
Liu Sizheng said: "Well, why don't you just stay in the police station and work overtime."
Zhang Xingzong laughed, "What overtime? Where can I get overtime for you? The spies have been handed over to the police department, Morklin has been interrogated, Liang Xinyue has been discharged from the hospital and his injuries have been assessed, what overtime can I get for you?"
When things are done, one feels empty.
As they walked upstairs, they looked at each other, inhaled and sighed, "Ah!"
Then, they all laughed out loud at the same time.
As they laughed, someone turned his back and wiped his tears.
Six years...almost seven years.
The Lu family’s case is finally over.
But how come it ended?
After this is over, will their serious crime squad be reorganized?
Lin Yazhi choked up, coughed lightly and said, "Let's get off work. Wait until the typhoon passes and then have one last meeting. We'll wrap things up and discuss the celebration banquet and stuff. Let's all go home and hide from the wind!"
The policemen whose homes were far away and who could not get back within an hour planned to sleep in the police station temporarily.
The Lijin International Garden Hilltop Villa was far away, and Jian Ruochen had no intention of going back.
So he followed Guan Yingjun back to the closer Bauhinia Apartment.
The typhoon was wrapped in rain, which was extremely unreasonable. The umbrella in his hand was almost useless. It was as if he was not open. In the few steps from the parking lot to the entrance of Bauhinia Apartment, Jian Ruochen was soaked. His clothes stuck to his back and abdomen, outlining his smooth and tight skin.
Guan Yingjun leaned to the side to protect him, lowered his eyes and saw the abdominal muscles he had rebuilt during this period of time. They were very shallow, and if he didn't use any force, they would still be soft.
The two of them hurriedly took the elevator home. Jian Ruochen's hair stuck to his cheeks and his whole body was dripping with water. As soon as he entered the room, he casually took off his shoes by stepping on his heels, and walked towards the bathroom while taking off his clothes. When he reached the door, he stuffed his wet clothes and pants into the dirty clothes basket.
Guan Yingjun followed behind him, silently straightening his crooked shoes with the toes pointing outside the door, then took off his clothes and hastily wiped the water off his body. Then he took a mop and cleaned up the wet footprints on the ground.
In the bathroom, the sound of hot water being released could be heard.
Jian Ruochen, with a white towel hanging around her neck, leaned against the bathroom door frame and looked at Jun Ge, who had a particularly lively look in his eyes. She saw the man taking off his clothes with his upper body naked, and actually going to the door again, and it seemed that he wanted to get a brush to wash his shoes.
He coughed lightly, trying not to laugh, and when the other person looked over, he hooked his finger at him, "Do you want to take a shower together?"
We have to give Guan Yingjun a chance to speak, otherwise I don’t know how long he can hold it in.
Guan Yingjun stopped suddenly.
His face was wet, and his eyes looked extremely bright as he stood in the shadow. Raindrops dripped from his ears, down his neck, across his Adam's apple and flowed to his chest, then flowed into his trouser waist and disappeared into the edge of his trousers that was sticking to his skin.
Jian Ruochen's smile froze.
Didn't he just lean against the door frame and hook his finger?
As for... is that it?
It's not like I'm a young man who hasn't tasted anything.
They have been talking for over a year.
Guan Yingjun walked to the bathroom step by step, looked at the man with slightly opened lips and surprised eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and his voice was a little hoarse, "More than two months."
Jian Ruochen's heart skipped a beat and his eyes slightly avoided.
"You've been playing with me for more than two months." Guan Yingjun leaned down slightly, level with Jian Ruochen, stared straight into his eyes, and said calmly, "When I was sitting in the car, I kept wondering if you wanted to kill me, but I also felt that it wouldn't matter if I died on you."
Jian Ruochen's eyes suddenly widened, he took a step back, and reached out to close the door.
Guan Yingjun held the door frame with one hand, pushed it slightly inward, and stood in forcefully, "Let's take a shower together, it's a good opportunity to talk."
The air in the bathroom suddenly became humid and stuffy, charming and sticky.
Jian Ruochen's face felt extremely hot, and she even felt like her whole body was hot.
The typhoon made the windows rattle.
Guan Yingjun unbuckled his belt at the sound, and took off his waist gear and pants together and threw them into the clothes basket.
The black pants were very heavy and made a dull sound when they fell, flattening the clothes that Jian Ruochen was wearing underneath.
Jian Ruochen's Adam's apple rolled and he leaned back slightly.
But the bathroom was in full view and there was no room to retreat, so he had to retreat to the half-filled bathtub.
Guan Yingjun followed and walked in, sitting down in front of Jian Ruochen, and the water level immediately rose by half.
He looked at the person's tightly closed eyes and trembling eyelashes, as well as the glassy eyes that glanced at him from time to time under the eyelids. With an expressionless face, he pulled the towel to cover his waist and abdomen.
Jian Ruochen then let out a long sigh and sat down cautiously, "Let's talk. You've been thinking about it for so long, and you finally figured out how to ask it?"
Guan Yingjun hung his arms over the edge of the bathtub, "How do you know I've been thinking about it?"
Jian Ruochen blurted out, "Then you can't just hold it in and not talk about it, and just want me to play, right?"
Guan Yingjun raised his eyebrows.
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