Chapter 18 Who is the Joker?
20 minutes later, Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun drove to Sham Shui Po Police Station.
A cordon was set up around the marble doorplate at the entrance of the police station.
There were patrolmen standing guard outside the line with their arms outstretched to block reporters who were looking inside with their cameras.
When one of the reporters saw the familiar face of Guan Yingjun, he stretched his neck and shouted, "Sir, tell me about Jiang Yongyan! Was he really shot to death? Who is the person next to you? Is he a witness who helped the Sham Shui Po Police Station solve the murder case?"
Upon hearing this, Guan Yingjun took a step back and used his body to block the camera that was spying on Jian Ruochen.
He glanced back coldly, and the paparazzi who were scrambling to squeeze forward suddenly fell silent.
They only dared to chat in whispers: "So fierce, who is this?"
"He's the head of the West Kowloon Crime Unit. He was on TV a few days ago."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, tsk." Someone hiding in the crowd said sarcastically, "So majestic."
Guan Yingjun kept his eyes downcast, his windbreaker fluttering as he walked. He paid no attention to the paparazzi's comments and protected Jian Ruochen as he walked into the police station gate.
As soon as I entered, I saw Chen Yunchuan standing at the door, waiting anxiously.
"Madam, I've brought the person to you." Guan Yingjun said.
Chen Yunchuan looked at the two people from head to toe like a laser.
The clothes were smooth and the coat was almost wrinkle-free.
There was nothing unusual about the way he walked.
Very well, she was overthinking it.
The three of them walked towards the interrogation room together.
Jian Ruochen had been busy for most of the day, his brain had been working at high speed, and he slept all afternoon. He hadn't eaten for a long time, and his stomach was growling with hunger.
Guan Yingjun heard it and stopped his aunt who wanted to take the man directly into the interrogation room, "Officer Chen, he hasn't had dinner yet. Please finish the interrogation as soon as possible and I will take him to eat."
Chen Yunchuan: ...It’s too early to let go.
Why does Guan Yingjun look like he's about to open up?
She inquired: "Where are you going to take people to eat?"
"I haven't decided yet. Sweet soup, maybe. He said he liked it before."
Chen Yunchuan's eyes changed.
When has Guan Yingjun ever taken note of other people’s preferences?
So when you were undercover and close to the drug lord in Bangkok, you must have remembered the preferences of the people there, right?
But that's the mission, that's life.
no the same.
Chen Yunchuan asked Jian Ruochen, who was starving, "You like sweet soup? I thought you liked salty porridge, like shark fin porridge."
Jian Ruochen came back to his senses: "Sweet soup?"
"It's normal. You can drink a little when you're in a bad mood."
Chen Yunchuan: …
What happened to Guan Yingjun? How could I remember this wrong?
Why do these two people give people a feeling of being close yet distant, confused, and neither happy nor unhappy?
"Okay, Sir Guan, wait here." Chen Yunchuan stopped Guan Yingjun in the waiting room outside the corridor of the inquiry room.
She wanted to say something when the door of the police officer's office next door suddenly opened.
A middle-aged man in a haute couture suit came out.
He looked angry, his eyebrows were raised, and he tried his best to hide his anger. He lowered his voice and said, "Even if Jiang Yongyan made a mistake, he shouldn't have died in vain in the police station's detention center! How do you do things?"
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows and looked at the other person carefully.
There are many different expressions of anger.
When a person is angry, the orbicularis oculi muscle will tense and exert force, and in an instant they will make an expression mixed with sadness, resentment and disgust. The facial muscles will be fully mobilized.
But this person's expression was very simple, he was pretending.
Around fifty years old, and it’s related to Jiang Yongyan…
Jiang Mingshan, right?
Officer Zhong in front of Jiang Mingshan was extremely anxious. "Sir, we will investigate Jiang Yongyan's death in the detention center as soon as possible. Please don't worry. Our police station handles cases based on evidence. We can't proceed to the next step without evidence. Please don't be so excited."
There's no use getting excited.
Jiang Mingshan became even more excited. "Is this your police's attitude towards the victims' families and taxpayers?"
Jian Ruocheng was amazed.
The lines spoken by the protagonists are always as explosive as the fireworks at midnight on New Year’s Eve.
After you finish singing, he will come on stage.
Blast here and then blast there.
Officer Zhong had no choice but to point to the waiting area outside the interrogation room and said, "If you are not in a hurry to leave, go sit in the rest area for a while, or comfort your child."
Sitting in the corner of the rest area was a young man dressed exquisitely and crying.
Jian Ruochen looked carefully and saw that it was Jiang Hanyu.
Chen Yunchuan followed his gaze and frowned: "He was implying that you would bear a grudge against Jiang Yongyan and kill Jiang Yongyan. Is he really your biological brother?"
Jian Ruochen said indifferently: "We are not related by blood, he is Jiang Mingshan's adopted son."
Chen Yunchuan almost didn't know how to respond.
I don't understand why some people would ignore their own biological sons and instead pamper an adopted son.
Either we turn a blind eye together, or we spoil each other together.
What kind of weirdo is Jiang Mingshan?
Chen Yunchuan said distressedly: "Li Changyu was here just now. He has already provided an alibi for you. The West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit also agreed to produce the video of your interrogation of Fu Yiwei."
"I've checked. You interrogated Fu Yiwei at 4:50. Jiang Yongyan was shot at 4:30."
“Only 20 minutes is not enough to travel between Sham Shui Po Police Station, Hong Kong University and West Kowloon.”
Chen Yunchuan pulled out a chair in the interrogation room and sat down. "You are not a suspect. We just need to go through the procedures in ten minutes."
In fact, less than ten minutes.
Jian Ruochen was still a little dazed when he answered the questions and walked out of the interrogation room.
The last time he sat in this small room he spent more than three hours.
Times have changed...
Jian Ruochen kicked out and went to ask Guan Yingjun for food.
When I arrived at the waiting area, before I could focus my eyes, I heard Jiang Hanyu's choked voice:
"Mr. Zhong, why would Brother Yongyan walk to the wall for no reason? Someone must have told him so. Jian Ruochen has been in and out of the police station frequently recently, and he has connections with the police from the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. He...he..."
Jiang Hanyu's tears fell on the floor tiles.
Jian Ruochen clearly saw that the cleaning lady in the corner had her brows furrowed tightly, and her fingers were so tight that she was about to break the mop. Guan Yingjun was leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed, and his brows furrowed because of the noise.
This kind of half-concealed words accompanied by tears are the most common things in the police station. The criminal police have seen it too much and have become numb to it and get annoyed just by seeing it.
The police only care about the truth when investigating a case. If shedding a few tears could influence the outcome of a case, there would be no need for all police stations in the world to exist.
Sir Zhong took a deep breath and started to drive people away: "The confession has been completed, you can go back and wait for news."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Mingshan felt so angry that he had no place to put his anger.
He looked up suddenly and met the eyes of Jian Ruochen who had already walked to Guan Yingjun's side.
Jian Ruochen: ...
Don't bother him!
I'm so hungry and want to eat.
Jiang Mingshan walked up to Jian Ruochen and said, "How dare you show up in front of me!"
He raised his hand and wanted to slap Jian Ruochen.
Jian Ruochen sat down on the chair at the back.
Jiang Mingshan blew the air and his arm swung out due to inertia, almost throwing himself out.
A laugh sound escaped from Guan Yingjun's throat.
It was quickly hidden in Jian Ruochen's eyes, and his face was like a pool of stagnant water.
Jiang Mingshan said sternly: "Is this why you didn't go home with Lu Qian? Now that you have money, are you looking for someone else?"
I can't even find someone powerful and useful.
Look how sensible Jiang Hanyu is. He immediately found the Lu family, which is the strongest family in Hong Kong's gray industry.
Didn’t Jian Ruochen like Lu Qian before?
Although I don’t have much tact, at least I have a good vision. What about now?
Jiang Mingshan pointed at Jian Ruochen and said, "Your vision is getting worse and worse. You are becoming less and less motivated."
Guan Yingjun glanced at the person beside him.
If Jian Ruochen liked Lu Qian, it would be like throwing a pearl into the dark, but now it is called abandoning the dark and joining the light, which is a far-sighted vision.
Jian Ruochen remained silent under the gaze of her cheap and scumbag father.
He stretched out his hand and waved away the finger that was pointing at him: "Stop making trouble."
The tone is calm and the words are sincere.
Jiang Mingshan: ...
This made him seem like a joke.
Perhaps Jian Ruochen said this in public just to make people laugh at him.
Jian Ruochen: "This is the police station."
He pointed to the wall and asked, "What do you see over there?"
Jiang Mingshan turned around and saw a sign on the wall saying "No Loud Noises Allowed".
He was furious, and his voice echoed throughout the police station: "Are you teaching me how to do things?"
"Don't think that everything will be fine just because you inherited the estate! I am your father, your money is my money, and you have no ability anyway, so no matter how much money you have, it will be just like paper in your hands! Why not -"
Jian Ruochen interrupted, "Why not leave it to you?"
Jiang Mingshan was stunned, then he became happy.
He just knew it! This money-losing bastard will want to go home no matter how humiliated he is.
Oh, if Jian Ruocheng gave him the inheritance, he would reluctantly register Jian Ruochen and support him.
Seeing his secretly delighted expression, Jian Ruochen sneered, "You are really like a toad wanting to eat Ganoderma lucidum - daydreaming."
Jiang Mingshan's face changed drastically: "You!!"
Jiang Hanyu accused: "How can you say that about Dad?"
His voice was shrill and oddly high-pitched.
Jian Ruochen frowned: "Dad? I'm sorry, I didn't have a father since I was a child. I'm the only one listed in my household registration book."
He ignored him for the first 19 years, but now that he has inherited a huge fortune, he suddenly remembers that he has a son?
Jiang Mingshan's face flushed, his blood pressure rose, and his vision went dark. "Did you do this on purpose? Did you wait for me to finish speaking before you choked me?"
"How can that be possible? If you don't tell me, how can I have this chance?" Jian Ruochen said nonchalantly, "I don't like to hold grudges overnight. I like to speak my mind directly."
Guan Yingjun stood up and walked aside.
He was about to be amused by Jian Ruochen, and he was afraid of ruining the atmosphere if he didn't leave.
Jian Ruochen said earnestly, "You should eat less delicacies and save your anger. There will be many things to get angry about in the future."
Guan Yingjun stood aside for a while and suppressed his smile.
Looking up, I saw Jian Ruochen's wet lips moving up and down, "If you think it's boring to get angry in the police station, I can also send you to the police station to get angry."
This is quite powerful.
It would be more powerful if the person speaking didn't have a growling stomach after he finished speaking.
Guan Yingjun couldn't hold back any longer and chuckled.
He stepped forward and said to Jiang Mingshan: "Mr. Jiang, we have other things to do. Please don't waste our time here."
Jiang Mingshan's face turned green.
Guan Yingjun showed his ID and said, "West Kowloon CID, please remove the media outside, otherwise I will ask the prosecutors to sue you for defaming the police station and obstructing justice."
Jiang Hanyu, who had been standing by silently, suddenly turned pale.
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