Chapter 190: Every prisoner can
On the way back, Bao Jiayun kept crying.
He was dragged by two CIB police officers, his steps weak and he moved forward in slow and steady steps.
When I first returned to Hong Kong, I could no longer find the arrogance I brought from England.
Tears streamed down Bao Jiayun's face. He tilted his head back, took deep breaths, looked back at his ninth brother from time to time, and muttered nonsense words.
Ninth brother looked expressionless.
From the moment the handcuffs were put on, it was over.
He used up his last bit of strength and half of his foot was on the road to return.
One of Ninth Brother's feet sank into the mud, and he staggered for a moment, and was immediately hit hard on the shoulder.
The CIB police officer shouted coldly: "Don't have any evil thoughts."
Ninth Brother tilted his head and met a pair of sharp and majestic eyes.
He seemed to sense a hint of contempt in it.
Having grown up in the red-light district and surrounded by the social conventions, Jiu Ge became extremely sensitive.
In order to survive and protect his younger brother, he learned how to distinguish emotions from an early age.
Those rolling eyes, disgust and avoidance, as soon as they are revealed, will be infinitely magnified in his eyes, and he will feel that there is no cover at all.
He seemed to be tortured by this look and emotion, feeling fear, inferiority and self-loathing.
Once you meet such a look, you will clearly know that you are inferior.
The men and women in the red-light district look like goods, ghosts, and mating dogs, but not like human beings.
The words they said and the promises they made were actually no different from the barking of a dog.
Those who believe will die.
For example, his mother, for example, his mother's younger sister, Bao Jiayun's mother.
Brother Jiu thought about it as he walked with alternate steps. After running around for a long time and being caught in the rain, his head felt dizzy and even the air he exhaled from his nose was hot.
Bao Jiayun had no strength left, but was still sobbing.
Halfway through the journey, his drug addiction reached its peak and he asked for a cigarette.
No one paid any attention to him. All the police officers just dragged him forward. After a while, the energy passed and Bao Jiayun stopped crying. Instead, he just muttered with lifeless eyes.
The closer we got to the boat, the clearer his words became. "Brother, you're not keeping your word. You're not keeping your word... You said you'd still cut my hair. I wanted a student's haircut, but I've never had a student's haircut before..."
The more he spoke, the sadder he became, and he cried until he was out of breath.
Ninth brother's expression was moved, and tears fell when he blinked.
He couldn't help but think, if Bao Jiayun hadn't carried him to a black clinic for treatment when he had a fever, and they had managed to get through the difficult times, would their situation be different now?
It doesn't seem so.
If they stay in the red-light district, they will be exploited by the brothel owners like their other brothers, and eventually die from all kinds of dirty diseases.
Even if they finally escaped from the red-light district, what could he and Bao Jiayun do when they were penniless and had no skills?
In order to survive, they have no choice but to take this path.
First he was a thug, then a lackey, then a leader, and finally he got involved in drugs and started selling drugs...
The more you want to be a great person, the more you want to climb up and become a superior person step by step, the more insatiable your desires will be, and the more you will go astray.
What if they had met some other kind-hearted person instead of Lu Qian, would they not have ended up in this situation today?
Ninth Brother is rarely confused.
He kept assuming and re-imagining, but time and again he was denied the bright future he had constructed in his mind.
No matter how he thought about it, in the end he was still like a piece of meat rotten in a slop bucket.
There are countless pieces of meat like this on the chopping board of society. As long as there are hungry people, they will swallow the meat without hesitation. Even if it is smelly, it will be fed to pigs and the last bit of value will be squeezed out.
After a long time, they themselves no longer consider themselves as individuals.
Now he is putting himself up for grabs, making a deal with the police in exchange for a rest of his life without self-respect and privacy.
But at least it's decent.
Brother Jiu felt that after he returned to the police station and explained everything, it wouldn't matter if he was shot.
He said a lot and made great contributions, so maybe he could even be featured in the newspaper and promoted as an example of someone who has turned over a new leaf.
When a person is alive, he cannot stand the light and is like a piece of rotten meat.
Death can make you live a decent life.
absurd.
Ninth brother sneered.
"What are you laughing at?" a police officer from the Criminal Intelligence Division asked calmly, "Are you dissatisfied?"
"No." Brother Jiu suddenly felt suspicious.
The police look down on them so much, can these people really fulfill their promises and take their commitments to heart?
If the promise is not fulfilled, what will happen to him and Bao Jiayun?
Is Sir Jian really important enough?
He was so young, would he deceive them in order to gain credit?
Ninth Brother turned and looked at Jian Ruochen.
Jian Ruochen's feet were covered in mud, and each step became heavier than the last. In the end, he had to use the edge of his shoe to kick the mud off his other foot.
When he was kicking the mud, he met Ninth Brother's gaze and was suddenly stunned. Ninth Brother narrowed one eye slightly, the eyelid of the other eye rose, his eyebrows slightly raised, and the corners of his mouth slightly pursed.
It is an expression of suspicion and scrutiny.
The attitude of the escorting police officers made Brother Jiu uncomfortable.
People like Jiu Ge look down on themselves from the bottom of their hearts and will imagine many things to be extremely bad.
He thought for a moment and decided to divert his attention, "Brother Jiu, what is your real name?"
"Ninth Brother." Ninth Brother paused and said self-deprecatingly, "I didn't have a name when I was born. Because I was the ninth child in the brothel, the children after me all called me Ninth Brother. After I followed Lu Qian, I was able to apply for an identity certificate. At that time, no one gave me a name, so I used this name that people were used to calling me."
Jian Ruochen walked up to him, and just when Brother Nine thought he was going to ask for evidence, he heard someone calmly ask, "What about Bao Jiayun? Did you give him that name?"
Brother Nine was horrified: "How did you know?"
Jian Ruochen laughed, "Since you two are from the same place, it shouldn't be that you don't have a name while he does. He is a few years younger than you and should have applied for an ID card later than you, so I guess you gave him a name." Jian Ruochen said, lowering his eyes.
His tone was very flat, as if he was chatting with a friend, without any questioning or inquiry.
If Jian Ruochen hadn't been wearing a police uniform, Brother Jiu would have thought he was a friend he had known for many years.
Jian Ruochen continued: "You must be very sorry that you don't have a name of your own."
Brother Nine was stunned.
Any regrets?
He seemed to have forgotten the feeling of regret.
I don’t know since when, living is just for the sake of living, and making money is just to fill the ever-growing desires.
Looking back, it seems quite a pity.
At that time, he thought Lu Qian would give him a name. After all, he was the one who gave them brothers a new life.
Unfortunately, when they went to apply for new identification documents, they didn't even see Lu Qian.
It is said that the man was accompanying the crying young master of the Jiang family.
"I have no regrets." said Brother Nine.
"Oh." Jian Ruochen responded.
The ships sent by the coast guard have arrived and are parked in rows on the water.
Before pushing Brother Nine onto the boat, Jian Ruochen suddenly said, "After the interrogation is over, think of a new name for yourself, and we'll go through the procedures to get you a new ID card."
"The police department will appeal under the new name. You will have your own name now. You will do a good job of labor reform after you go in."
"I don't think Brother Baojiu sounds good. You can think of something else."
Ninth Brother paused, tears suddenly welling up in his eyes.
For many years he had not had the energy to feel bitter. His life was worthless and being able to live and live happily was good enough.
But now, after listening to Jian Ruochen's words, he felt so miserable, as if the hard shell he had managed to maintain was suddenly shattered.
Ninth Brother lowered his head, his whole body shaking with tears, and the last bit of doubt he had about the policeman disappeared.
This was the first time in his entire life that someone had spoken to him in such a calm tone, as if he were a normal person.
It was the first time he cried so miserably, wailing like a child.
The wailing was even silent, his lips were wide open and his expression was hysterical, but he still couldn't make any sound.
When the boat started moving, Brother Jiu knelt beside the cabin of the coast guard speedboat and suddenly a wild beast-like howl came from his throat.
Why didn't God let him meet someone like Jian Ruochen earlier.
If he and Bao Jiayun had met Jian Ruochen when they were children, would everything have been different?
He regretted so much that he had taken the wrong path.
But how can we live without making mistakes?
Why?
Why is the world so unfair?
He seemed to want to cry out all the grievances he had suffered in his lifetime, from the New Territories all the way to the Police Department.
At first, Jian Ruochen thought that everything was calculated and he could ignore it.
After we got off the boat and drove to the parking lot of the police department, Brother Jiu was still crying.
He was a little scared.
Why are you still crying?
Don’t get dehydrated and faint outside the interrogation room!
Bao Jiayun was sitting next to his ninth brother and was stunned. He had never seen his cousin like this before, with a dazed expression as if his worldview was shocked.
He tried to hold it in for several times, but couldn't utter any words of comfort.
There were two prisoners, one was extremely weak and the other had a hoarse voice from crying.
The police officers looked at each other, tugging at their half-dry, half-wet sticky uniforms, and came to a conclusion:
Today is not a good day for trial.
After everyone settled the two prisoners and completed the detention procedures, they immediately left work.
In the evening, Guan Yingjun openly took Jian Ruochen's hand and walked out of the main entrance of the police department.
The jade bracelet fell down, Guan Yingjun wore it on his right hand and Jian Ruochen wore it on his left hand.
When they come together, the main theme is that the relationship between a husband and wife can be seen through at a glance.
My colleagues in the Police Department were very tight-lipped and of very high quality, and they all pretended not to understand.
Today was so exciting that Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun went back to Bauhinia Apartment which was closer to the police department.
Jian Ruochen really didn't have the energy to fight in bed, so after taking a shower, he pretended that he had forgotten the promise he made yesterday and fell asleep wrapped in the quilt.
Guan Yingjun came out of the shower and saw someone sleeping like a burrito.
The quilt is wrapped so tightly.
Who to guard against?
He pulled open a corner and reached into the warm quilt to feel around. Jian Ruochen, in a daze, grabbed the wrist and pushed it away, coaxing in a low voice: "Don't bother me."
Guan Yingjun leaned against the head of the bed, looking at him lazily through the darkness.
The cool breeze from the air conditioner blew on my body, blowing away the restlessness in my heart.
"Jian Ruochen." He called softly.
"Hmm?" Jian Ruochen snorted.
The nasal sound is muffled and soft.
Guan Yingjun was very surprised and reached out to touch his face, "You only do this to me occasionally."
It will become so soft only when you are sleepy or your legs are weak and you want to beg for mercy, like a rice cake with cheesy filling that can be eaten in one bite.
Jian Ruochen reacted for a while, then turned over and faced away, "I'm tired, my legs hurt, let's not do it, let's go to sleep."
Guan Yingjun hugged him from behind, pulled half of the quilt to cover himself, stayed silent for a while, listened to Jian Ruochen's breathing, and whispered, "Hurry up."
Fly faster and higher, and you won’t have to face such a dangerous scene again.
Thinking of the scene of the fishing boat explosion, Guan Yingjun was still scared. He turned Jian Ruochen over, found those two lips and kissed them, wishing he could eat him up.
Jian Ruochen made a "hmm" sound and struggled symbolically a few times, but when he failed, he just let it go.
He exudes a carefree and carefree temperament.
Guan Yingjun is so insecure, just comfort him. It’s not his turn to do anything anyway, so just lie down and wait for others to explain.
Jian Ruochen coaxed, "Hurry up, don't hurt me and affect my work, got it, husband?"
Guan Yingjun was stunned for a moment, and hugged the person to his chest to comfort him, "Can you call me again?"
Jian Ruochen was too lazy to say anything, he closed his eyes and kicked weakly, "I want to sleep, hurry up."
I don’t know if it was once or twice. He was already tired and didn’t react much when it was done. I only knew that Guan Yingjun lay on his shoulder, and while he was telling him something, he shed two tears.
Jian Ruochen stroked his hair, "Superintendent Guan, how come you are the chief superintendent and you still shed tears when you see a bomb?"
After he finished speaking, he fell asleep without waiting for Guan Yingjun to reply.
When he woke up the next day, there was nothing wrong with his physical condition. He had cleaned up and felt refreshed and clean. It was probably not done often. Guan Yingjun was still very rational when he cleaned up and did not delay his work.
At noon, the Police Department began to interrogate Jiu Ge and Bao Jiayun. Perhaps because they cried yesterday and got promises, the two were particularly cooperative and talked like pouring beans for three whole days.
Zhang Xingzong's hands were about to break from writing.
On the fourth day, all the confessions were integrated and retained, the originals were kept in the Police Archives, and the copies were classified and distributed to various departments in need.
The CIB of the Police Force has never experienced such a smooth process.
It took only five days from the pursuit to the closure of the case and reporting it.
Starting from the sixth day, they began to encircle the drug growing areas and factories mentioned in Jiu Ge's confession.
Normally, this kind of case might not be solved even after two or three years of investigation, but this time it only took less than a year.
As soon as Sir Jian arrived, the case was solved as quickly as if the fast-forward button was pressed.
Cool.
After the news of Jiu Ge's arrest was released, all drug-related prisoners were in danger. Once they fell into the hands of the police, they had no consciousness of resistance at all. Everyone regarded Jiu Ge as the last bamboo pole supporting them to move forward.
As soon as the bamboo pole fell, they lost their fighting spirit and could not move at all.
Throughout the summer and autumn of 1995, the police detention center was filled with drug dealers who came to "visit" the police department.
CIB has never seen such a high density of performance and bonuses in its life.
Everyone was joking and chatting while eating:
"Mom, visiting the Wong Tai Sin Temple every year is most useful this year!"
"The little god of wealth has favored me. Let's go upstairs and thank him!"
"When the celebration banquet starts, I will definitely toast to Sir Jian! By the way...I'll also try to please Sir Guan." He winked.
Everyone laughed heartily again.
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Ninth brother’s new name is Bao Jiayi, which has no other meaning, it just sounds nice.
He signed this name on the confession record and the confession.
On December 20, 1995, Bao Jiayi was transferred to the Hong Kong Regional Court and waited for the trial in the detention center.
Bao Jiayun was sent to a drug rehabilitation center, and someone was responsible for taking photos and sending them to Bao Jiayi to check his progress.
The moment he got the photo of Bao Jiayun's drug rehabilitation in the detention center, Bao Jiayi finally understood why the prisoners handled by Jian Ruochen not only did not hate him, but also respected and appreciated him.
His words are indeed trustworthy and he deserves everyone's respect.
This is a police officer who can truly treat everyone equally.
In Jian Ruochen's eyes, sinners are not animals and are not inferior to others.
When Brother Jiu faces Sir Jian, he feels unprecedented shame and regret.
Only then will you feel that you are really wrong.
He is Bao Jiayi now.
Even if I die, I will live as a human being under this new name.
January 1, 1996, New Year's Day.
Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun were setting off small one-dollar fireworks they got from the convenience store on the terrace of their villa on the top of the mountain. When the alternating red and blue lights came on, the phone suddenly rang.
Guan Yingjun picked up the phone and turned on the speakerphone: "Hello?"
"Sir Guan, we followed the information provided by Bao Jiayi and really found the trace of the Nine-Faced Buddha in Myanmar!"
Guan Yingjun then looked at the caller ID and it was from the Rabbit Team.
The two threw the fireworks into the bucket, turned around and told Uncle Luo that they had to work overtime, ate the bird's nest dumplings in a hurry, and rushed back to the police department to do their work.
Uncle Luo sighed: "The only thing on their minds is work..."
He looked at the cook, "He probably won't be back tonight, let's eat."
The British chef who finally got to the table to eat said, "That's great, Mr. Luo. Since the young master is not here, let's have bacon, cheese, tuna bread and apple pie. It's perfect for a holiday like this~"
The tone is full of expectation.
Luo Binwen ruthlessly refused, "No, English bread meals should not appear here."
He could no longer accept the half-cooked, soft, fishy and smelly tuna paste.
"If you want to eat it, you can make a single portion." Luo Binwen said.
He felt his Chinese ancestry awakening.
On January 5, 1996, at 9:00 a.m., the trial of Bao Jiayi and Bao Jiayun opened.
The CID happened to be on vacation, so Jian Ruochen went to sit in.
After six months of drug rehabilitation, Bao Jiayun looked a little listless, but he seemed to have gained a little weight and his mental state was much more stable.
Bao Jiayi was very calm when he actually stood in the dock.
He saw Jian Ruochen sitting behind the hearing table and even bowed to him.
The two confessed to the crime and cooperated with the police investigation and showed a good attitude of admitting their mistakes.
At 11:15 am, Bao Jiayi was sentenced to death with a two-year reprieve, suspended for five years.
Bao Jiayun was sentenced to life imprisonment.
All illegal gains will be confiscated, a fine of 10 million yuan will be imposed, and the debt can be repaid by labor in prison.
The two brothers walked out of the court, looked at each other, hugged each other and cried with joy.
Bao Jiayi thought he was going to die. He never expected that it would be a suspended death sentence.
Death sentence with reprieve can be changed to life imprisonment as long as you behave well!
He still has a chance, he still has a chance!
Jian Ruochen actually did what he said!
I heard that the trace of the Nine-Faced Buddha has been found, which may be the reason why the court sentenced him to a suspended death sentence.
After the court session, there will be ten minutes for interviews.
Reporters standing outside the security line asked Bao Jiayi: "You bowed to the outsiders before the court session. Who were you bowing to? Why? Is he your accomplice?"
Jian Ruochen: You...
Bao Jiayi said: "Thank you Sir Jian, thank you for helping Bao Jiayun quit drugs, thank you for keeping your word to a criminal."
The reporter had the intention of making things difficult for the criminal and the police, but seeing Bao Jiayi's good attitude in admitting his mistakes, he thought it was pointless and turned to ask Bao Jiayun, "Are you satisfied with this verdict? Do you think life imprisonment is too long?"
Bao Jiayun touched his shoulder-length hair and felt a little uncomfortable. "What the judge said is right. I think the prison arranged by the Hong Kong Regional Court is very good."
Because the Royal Hong Kong Police Department used to be full of good-for-nothings, all the people in the prison here are Chinese who were sent there for minor offenses, and there is not a single drug dealer under the command of the Nine-Faced Buddha.
They will definitely not be killed after they go in.
Bao Jiayun was full of relief, "I am really satisfied with this result."
reporter:……
How come these two have no complaints at all?
Does Jian Ruochen have such great magic power?
"Do you have anything else to say? I heard that you were discovered to be haunted because you sat next to Sir Jane while getting your hair cut?"
Bao Jiayun: ...
He really didn't want to answer that question.
Whenever he recalled, he could remember the scene where he was deceived.
At that time, he actually wanted to hook up with "Liu Yucheng".
Damn it.
Bao Jiayun answered the question irrelevantly into the recording microphone in front of him, looking very unintelligent, "Yes, my last wish is to have my hair cut before going to jail."
Ten minutes were almost up, and seeing that they couldn't get any information out of him, the reporter wanted to turn around and make things difficult for Jian Ruochen.
When Bao Jiayun saw Sir Jian’s figure, he suddenly shuddered all over.
No!
What if Sir Jian asks him whatever he wants and makes him bewildered, and after being deceived, he becomes lustful and says to go out?
The shame of this incident is like a thief stealing handcuffs from a police officer and then being handcuffed on the spot!
When he gets to prison, he won't be ashamed to go out for some fresh air!
No! Don’t ask!
Bao Jiayun yelled: "Wait——"
The reporter turned around.
Bao Jiayun choked with shame and said, "Your information is correct. After I returned to Hong Kong, I went to my cousin's shop to get a haircut and happened to sit next to Officer Jian. He..."
Bao Jiayun gritted his teeth and said, "He said he would introduce me to a better barber..."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows.
This really doesn’t exist.
Bao Jiayun looked pleading, hoping that Jian Ruochen would give him a little face.
His face turned red and he was so ashamed that he wanted to crawl into the ground.
Jian Ruochen stared at him for a while, then opened his mouth to make up for him, helping him to maintain his last bit of self-esteem, "Yes."
The reporter asked suspiciously: "Which barber? Is he your personal barber? Can you recommend one?"
Jian Ruochen paused, and said amid several expectant glances: "I may not have made it clear at the time. What I want to recommend is the barber in the prison. They have a clipper that can shave people's heads bald, and their skills are very good."
Every newly imprisoned Hong Kong prisoner can be shaved into a boiled egg.
After Jian Ruochen finished speaking, he smiled kindly at Bao Jiayun, who had a dazed look on his face.
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