Chapter 23 Guan Yingjun's heart has never beat so fast
Before leaving Box No. 3, Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun closed the portholes and cabin door and tied them up with restraints to prevent Jiang Mingshan from escaping.
After finishing, the two of them rushed to the deck in a hurry.
"Do you really know how to defuse a bomb?" Guan Yingjun asked while running.
"It's easy to dismantle." Jian Ruochen's shout was blown away by the wind.
The wind was strong at sea, like a knife scraping your face, making it so hard for you to just squint your eyes and almost unable to breathe.
The deck was wet and slippery. Jian Ruochen stepped on a thick hemp rope and suddenly lost his balance. He staggered and was about to hit the fence.
He reflexively reached out to find a support point.
The next moment, his waist was suddenly grabbed by strong arms, his vision turned upside down, he felt dizzy and his ears tinnitus, and the tip of his nose touched Guan Yingjun's strong arms.
A violent jolt hit.
Guan Yingjun ran faster than when he was not with anyone else. He reached the frame under the deck where the bombs were mounted without even taking a breath.
Jian Ruochen was dizzy from the shaking, and he held onto the steel frame and gasped, "You... screwdriver..."
The timer made a slight ticking sound, and the bright red numbers jumped to 8:32.
Guan Yingjun quickly unfastened the multi-function screwdriver, pressed the buckle on the side with his thumb, and a small knife immediately popped out from the side of the screwdriver.
Jian Ruochen took it and carefully examined the bomb nailed to the frame. The silver rectangular iron box looked a bit old. "Aluminum lunch box?"
"Well, the drug boss often uses this lunch box to make molds and make bricks. One brick weighs 1,000 grams." Guan Yingjun wiped the outside of the lunch box and glanced at the white crystals on his fingertips. "It's pork."
"Pork?" Jian Ruochen used the tip of a knife to unscrew the four small screws that secured the lid of the lunch box one by one.
"It's ice." Guan Yingjun wiped the stuff off his fingertips and took out his pager. "Attention all units, the bomb has been found. The mission has been changed. Do your best to capture the six suspects before landing."
Amid the orderly commands, Jian Ruochen held the screwdriver horizontally in his mouth and bit it, holding his breath and concentrating, and slowly opened the lid of the lunch box with both hands, bit by bit.
The teacher's voice came to my mind: "Some criminals will set traps on the lid of the box, so you must be extra careful. You only have one life, so please don't be careless."
Sure enough, there was some resistance after only five centimeters of uncovering.
Jian Ruochen tilted his head slightly and saw a fuse connected to the lid of the box.
Once someone opens the lid and pulls this wire, the bomb will explode immediately. If you want to defuse the bomb successfully, someone needs to hold the lid.
Sweat beads appeared on the tip of Jian Rucheng's nose, and he felt relieved for a moment.
Fortunately, Guan Yingjun came along.
He held the screwdriver in his mouth and said vaguely, "Sir Guan, take the lid and keep it in this position. Don't move."
Guan Yingjun reached out and took it, even breathing very lightly.
Jian Ruochen used the blade of a knife to pry open the device connected to the lead wires and quickly and decisively removed the wiring device.
He exhaled slightly and murmured, "The live wire, neutral wire, and return wire, find the chain when you see the positive pole."
Don't worry, the teacher taught you this in class.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at Jian Ruochen.
The boy's hair was a little fluffy due to the sea breeze, his expression was tense, and his eyes were surprisingly bright with some nervousness from his first bomb disposal.
Determined and courageous.
The bright red countdown ticked away, with 7 minutes and 46 seconds left.
Jian Ruochen used the tip of the knife to pick up a yellow line and cut it.
The red timer paused for a moment.
Guan Yingjun felt that his breathing had stopped as well.
At this moment, he was even ready to jump into the sea holding Jian Ruochen to avoid the impact.
The next second, the stopwatch started moving again.
They both exhaled in unison.
Jian Ruochen gathered the hair that blocked his vision to one side, and cut the blue and red lines one after another.
Now there are only two left, with a 50% mortality rate.
The fear and tension of impending death increase the excitability of the sympathetic nervous system. Guan Yingjun's heart was beating very fast, faster than ever before. He hadn't been as nervous as he was now when he was escaping machine gun fire in Bangkok.
Guan Yingjun stared at the last two threads for a while, "Me?"
Jian Ruochen asked back: "Do you know there is a mental illness called survivor syndrome?"
He said calmly, "For example, I stay to defuse the bomb and let you go first. But my skills are not up to par and I accidentally defuse the bomb. From now on, you will feel very guilty and can't help but think when you are alone: If I hadn't left, would the outcome have been different?"
Jian Ruochen teased, "Then you will be tortured by nightmares, become depressed, emotionally fragile, and completely crazy."
Guan Yingjun thought of that scene, lost in thought for a moment, his breathing stagnated slightly, and he reminded with a hoarse voice, "Only 30 seconds."
"Where is the 30 seconds?" Jian Ruochen tapped the screen that had gone out with his fingers. "It was already taken down." He pinched his thumb and index finger. "The nurses in the hospital also use chatting to distract the patient, and then stab them unexpectedly!"
Guan Yingjun curled the corners of his lips.
Jian Ruochen has that magical power that can make people relax with just a few words.
He let out a hot breath.
The crisis was unexpectedly resolved, and the surging adrenaline had nowhere to vent, so it had to be consumed by raising body temperature, which made people feel hot.
When the wind blew, Jian Ruochen shivered.
His back was soaked, his clothes were sticking to his back, and he turned around to look. Guan Yingjun was taking out two meticulously folded evidence bags, shaking them open, then he picked up the bomb through his handkerchief and slowly placed it inside.
Heat was steaming from the man's body and sweat was coming out of his head. The sweat rolled down his neck as he moved and disappeared into his sweater, as if it was not winter anymore.
Guan Yingjun raised his eyelids, "We have never had any clues about the Jiang and Lu families being involved in drugs. Now we finally got this, which is a big gain. Okay, let's go back."
The two climbed onto the deck together.
Jian Ruochen's body had not recovered yet, and he was panting as he crawled.
Guan Yingjun couldn't bear to watch it any longer, "You really should exercise."
Jian Ruochen rubbed the steel bars of the boat frame and rubbed himself upwards, mumbling, "Tomorrow... No, I need to rest for a day after closing the case today. I will exercise the day after tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."
Guan Yingjun saw through his perfunctory attitude and said nothing. He jumped up with the bomb in one hand, grabbed the steel bar above his head with the other hand to gain leverage, and then turned over and stepped on the deck.
After a moment, he came back empty-handed, "I'll take you."
"Okay." As soon as the words fell, my eyes blurred and my feet landed on the ground.
Jian Ruochen was in a trance for a moment.
Um? Coming up now?
“Woo——”
The ferry whistled in the distance.
The journey is halfway through.
Guan Yingjun's pager rang, and he picked it up and heard Liu Sizheng's anxious voice: "Sir Guan, how are you guys? We caught the man, and he's in cabin 3 now. Jiang Mingshan said Jian Ruochen went to defuse the bomb?!"
As soon as one fish is released, another one follows.
"Sir, do you need to send someone to tell the first officer to prepare life jackets?"
Jian Ruochen chuckled. He recognized this voice; it was Song Xuyi, who had said before boarding the ship that he would be a drag.
This guy doesn't believe he can successfully defuse the bomb!
Guan Yingjun thought of Jian Ruochen's words "I'll vent my anger right away", weighed the matter for a moment, pressed the recording button, put the pager to his mouth, and said silently: Speak.
Jian Ruochen blinked and moved closer: "Give it to me? What? I won't argue with him!"
After saying that, he pinched Guan Yingjun's thumb and lifted it up, and asked the recording to be sent back.
This statement will definitely let Song Xuyi know that it was Guan Sir who took the initiative to hand him the pager so that he could vent his anger.
But he didn't really get angry, so Song Xuyi couldn't get angry and confront him. He could only be cautious and weigh his words.
Guan Yingjun's eyes were deep, "Use me?"
Jian Ruochen tilted his head: "Hmm?"
He looked so innocent as if he didn't understand what it meant.
Guan Yingjun said meaningfully: "Our Group A consultant is really eloquent and articulate."
While talking, the two walked to the door of cabin No. 3.
The door just moved away. Jian Ruochen paused.
The house was filled with the smell of blood. There were six suspects sitting in a row on the ground, two of them had been shot and their calves were covered in blood.
Zhang Xingzong came over when he saw Jian Ruochen and said, "You can defuse bombs? How come you can do everything? So cool."
Liu Sizheng squatted down to look at the evidence bag in Guan Yingjun's hand. His scalp was numb from the complex structure and he murmured, "Oh my God. How dare you take it apart?"
Ding Gao smacked his lips enviously: "It's so cool just thinking about it, but it's a pity that I can't do it."
Bi Xianxian snorted: "How can you stay here? You've already been poached by the Operations Department."
Ding Gao said disdainfully: "There are so many men over there, it's boring, I won't go there."
Song Xuyi didn't say anything, feeling a little embarrassed.
He had to process the embarrassment of hearing Jian Ruochen's voice in public.
The only thing missing from that voice message was that Sir hoped he would be nicer to the consultant.
Liu Sizheng stood at attention and saluted, reporting: "Sir, all six people have been captured. Two of them were ready to jump into the sea, and I pulled the trigger twice on impulse."
Jian Ruochen looked at the hole in the suspect's pants and fell into deep thought.
Judging from this angle, the person who fired the gun made precise calculations and perfectly avoided the bones.
The shooting was quite accurate, and it didn't seem like an impulse move.
He leaned forward and asked, "Was it intentional or accidental?"
Zhang Xingzong replied shyly: "A Zheng might have been careless on purpose."
Liu Sizheng: …
Guan Yingjun laughed and said, "It's okay. These people are probably involved in drug-related crimes. I'll take care of it for you."
Crimes involving drug trafficking are different from robbery, and the former is punishable by death.
Hong Kong has been preparing for its return to the motherland in recent years, and the anti-drug measures have been very strong.
The lame man panicked immediately, "I didn't do that, sir! We just saw that there was a lot of money on the boat and wanted to steal some to spend! We didn't do anything else."
He tried to stand up and argue, but his hands and feet were tied, so he could only bang his feet on the floor, making clanging sounds, like a donkey at the end of his rope.
"No?" Guan Yingjun's expression was as cold as ice.
He took out the evidence bag in his hand, and the lunch box inside made some subtle noises. "What is this?"
"It's just a lunch box filled with bombs! We...we were just playing around before and never touched any powder!" the skinny monkey said anxiously.
Jian Ruochen shouted, "You call robbery, rape, and stabbing people minor offenses?"
He almost wanted to slap him, "You are lying. When people tell the truth, they need to recall. When recalling, their eyes will droop or look to the side uncontrollably. But you stared at Guan Sir while you were talking. Did you want to observe Guan Sir's reaction to the lie?"
The skinny monkey opened his mouth wide, shuddering.
Guan Yingjun said in a deep voice: "This lunch box has contained a whole piece of pork. I have done it before. Don't lie to me."
This sentence frightened the skinny monkey even more. "How do you know? You are not an ordinary criminal police? Are you a CIB?"
He suddenly shuddered all over.
Got tricked out!
He indirectly admitted it!
How can someone who has never been involved understand the jargon in the industry?
These two people are performing a duet.
The skinny monkey felt cold all over.
He is finished, all finished...
The man in leather shoes who had come to the cabin to confirm Guan Yingjun's identity spat.
Something that is more likely to cause trouble than to accomplish anything!
He said coldly: "Aren't you two a couple?"
Jian Ruochen was stunned, and met the looks of Bi Qianqian, Zhang Xingzong, Liu Sizheng and others who were watching him, and quickly waved his hands, "Of course not."
Guan Yingjun said calmly: "Yeah."
His eyes flickered for a moment. Jian Ruochen had never exercised, so her flesh was soft, and when she sat in his arms, it felt like a ball of grapefruit-flavored cotton.
The ferry stopped at the mainland coast for 30 minutes before weighing anchor and heading back.
Mission accomplished.
The suspect was tied up and had no way to escape.
The policemen sat in the box and looked at each other, feeling a rare sense of boredom.
Zhang Xingzong: "It's so fast... I thought one of the six would escape, and then we would start to get anxious or something."
Bi Xianxian: "I thought we could only confirm the number of suspects and their portraits this time. Didn't Team C do something similar? They spent more than 20 days to confirm the suspects..."
Ding Gao: "I'm ready to make this trip in vain."
Who would have thought that the number of people could be detected by footsteps?
Liu Sizheng leaned back in his chair, his eyes blurred: "It's so empty..."
Jian Ruochen took out two decks of cards from his pocket and asked, "Want to play?"
No one dared to go past Guan Yingjun's promise, but their faces were full of desire to fight and their eyes were fixed.
Guan Yingjun: …
"Go ahead."
He is so tired.
I have never fought a battle that was so rich, eventful, and slightly absurd in my life.
Group A happily played cards for an hour and a half, and happily escorted the prisoner back to the police station.
It's dinner time. The police station should have been deserted.
But the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit was fully staffed, with no one missing.
Everyone is waiting for Group A to come back.
The ferry robbery case was too difficult and too big, and they didn't believe that Group A could solve it after just one trip on the ship.
Group C was responsible for a similar case before, and it took nearly half a year to catch all the criminals, which was considered fast.
Even if Group A is related to Ying Jun and Jian Ruochen...it will take at least a month, right?
He Chaoyong from Group Z stretched his neck to look at the door, sneering in his heart:
Humph, if Guan Yingjun can’t solve the case, his face will definitely look extremely bad! Walk in like the wind. I didn’t even have the appetite to eat and started staying up late!
He Chaoyong laughed out loud because of his imagination.
"What are you laughing at?" As Guan Yingjun entered the door, he saw a pair of bared teeth.
"Nothing." He Chaoyong wiped his face and looked around, "Did you bring people back?"
Guan Yingjun nodded and escorted the man into the Group A interrogation room.
He Chaoyong's eyes were sore from staring, but he didn't see anyone looking dejected.
The whole Group A was lively, cheerful and joyful. And why is Jiang Mingshan also in there?
Is he also a suspect in the ferry robbery?
No way?
Jiang Mingshan evaded a huge amount of taxes, and the outside media speculated that he had fled the country out of fear of punishment.
Some paparazzi have even begun hyping up the police's inaction.
Group A has made a big profit in the big robbery!
He Chaoyong slapped the table in the tea room, envious and jealous, "Guan Yingjun is so lucky! Why did he meet Jian Ruochen! If I had known this would happen, I shouldn't have rejected the development consultant's proposal."
A colleague next to him said, "Yeah, who knew that criminal psychologists could be so helpful in solving crimes?"
"Since Jian Ruochen came along, Team A's luck has improved. Any case can be solved within seven days. Jian Ruochen must be the god of wealth and fortune who has descended to earth, alas..."
"He's amazing. He's only 19. He has a bright future ahead of him."
"I'm so envious, go get it."
"You are incompetent. I heard that Guan Yingjun gave him half of his salary, 20,000 Hong Kong dollars. He was really generous. This is the same amount I give to my wife."
"This is called investment. If you invest 20,000, the performance of solving a case is enough to recover the money."
When Jian Ruochen came out to get some water, he heard this and said with a smile, "Sir Guan said he would give me half of the reward for solving the case. I'll use the money he gave me to treat everyone to coffee someday?"
Everyone immediately cheered, "Jian Sir is so generous! Guan Sir is so generous!"
After they finished laughing, they no longer paid attention to the fact that Group A had solved the robbery. They went to the tea restaurant downstairs to eat, arm in arm. As they walked up the stairs, they smacked their lips and savored the kind smile on Jian Ruochen's face when he spoke.
Alas, he is no match for those monster geniuses in Group A. He is like a little white deer thrown into a pack of wolves.
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Jian Ruochen returned to Group A with a thermos full of water. As soon as he entered the room, he saw Ding Gao in the interrogation room kicking the suspect on the interrogation chair and asking him questions angrily.
Guan Yingjun took the thermos and bent down to put it aside. "I just asked my friends at the law firm, and they said that the current evidence is not enough to sentence Jiang Mingshan to death. The lawyers they hired are very capable and will try their best to convict him of a lesser crime."
Jian Ruochen was in a depressed mood.
That's the way the world is.
Rich people can hire good lawyers and turn black into white.
It would be great if there were more powerful evidence to prove that Jiang Mingshan had killed someone.
He must have killed someone, and more than one. Murderers look at people differently.
As soon as this thought came to mind, there was a knock on the door of Group A's office.
Guan Yingjun went over to open the door and saw a man standing outside.
He was wearing security patrol clothes and looked at Jian Ruochen timidly, his Adam's apple moving quickly. He took a few steps forward, walked in front of Jian Ruochen, stared at his feet, and said in a voice as quiet as a mosquito, "I, I'm here to turn myself in."
The man took a deep breath and said quickly, "Jiang Mingshan found me some time ago and asked me to call Jiang Yongyan to the low wall of Sham Shui Po Detention Center at around 4 pm."
"Jiang Yongyan was shot as soon as he walked over. I didn't know it would be like this."
Jian Ruochen frowned. Is there really such a coincidence in the world?
He wanted witnesses, and the witnesses showed up?
Guan Yingjun pushed away the man who surrendered himself without leaving a trace, and whispered to Jian Ruochen, "There is a ghost."
How could a detention security inspector in Sham Shui Po know Jian Ruochen and walk up to him so accurately?
Unless someone told him what Jian Ruochen looked like!
Who could it be?
Jian Ruo pondered for a moment, then suddenly asked, "Who asked you to come? Jiang Hanyu or Lu Qian?"
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