Chapter 25 Sir Guan wants to hold him firmly in his palm
After Jiang Mingshan was transferred to the West Kowloon Magistrates' Courts Detention Center, the police's work officially ended.
Team A of the Serious Crime Unit of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station has completely closed the case.
The other groups were so envious that their eyes turned red.
"Catching one person and closing three cases, the God of Land is really biased."
"How can the God of Land be biased? Group A has spent money to raise the little God of Wealth."
“Low investment, high return.”
"Hey... When will he break up with Guan Sir?"
Everyone was ready to fight. "If they fall out, then we will have a chance to have an advisor. Let's go and find out."
Group A Office.
Guan Yingjun stood in front of the window and finished smoking two cigarettes after the case was settled. His eyebrows were slightly frowned and his expression was relaxed. "The case is closed. Everyone has worked hard. I will treat everyone to a meal."
Zhang Xingzong, who was lying on the camp bed, jumped up and said, "Is there food? Great, great!"
Liu Sizheng said: "Mr. Guan, don't forget to ask Consultant Jian to come along. Without him, we don't know how long it will take to solve this case."
Ding Gao: "Yes, yes. He can defuse bombs, conduct interrogations, and achieve results. His logic is rigorous."
The more he counted, the more frightened he became: "Where can I find another consultant as smart as this?"
Bi Xianxian put one hand in her pocket and used her other hand to grab something in mid-air, "So, Sir Guan must hold him firmly in your palm."
The more you talk, the more outrageous it gets.
Zhang Xingzong quickly squeezed forward, opened his arms, and gathered the complacent people back, saying repeatedly: "Sir Guan originally wanted to invite Consultant Jian to dinner! Right, Sir Guan?"
Guan Yingjun's mind echoed with these words: Hold him firmly in your palm.
Suddenly he thought of Jian Ruochen, with her head covered with clothes, nestling in his arms. The boy's hair was scattered on his shoulders, and his shoulders could be held with one hand...
Guan Yingjun suddenly withdrew his thoughts and felt extremely uncomfortable, as if hot insects and ants were crawling all over his body. Deep down, there is a sense of confusion.
How could he think of this?
Guan Yingjun raised his hand to chase them away, "Alright, go and rest, and gather at the entrance of Chenhetang at 5pm."
Everyone in Group A's office dispersed, and when they went out, they ran into members of Group C who were squatting at the door and eavesdropping.
The two sides looked at each other.
Group C sighed: "Hey! We haven't broken up yet! So boring."
They all stood up and walked away.
Guan Yingjun suddenly felt a sense of crisis when he thought of the Inspector Guan that Jian Ruochen didn't call out after he was woken up by the phone call in the morning.
He picked up the pager and carefully sent a message to Jian Ruochen: [Group A celebration party at 4:30 pm, I’ll pick you up? 】
The other side.
Jian Ruochen was taking a bath in the bathtub with bubbles all over his head. When his pager rang, he was so startled that he jumped up and the bubbles on his head became crooked.
He picked it up and looked at it, not knowing why.
Why add a question mark to this news? It's unnecessary.
The address was not even sent, leaving him no room to choose.
Jian Ruochen replied: [Okay, come whenever you want. 】
4:30 in the afternoon.
The white Toyota arrived at the Li Jin International Garden Hilltop Villa on time.
Jian Ruochen got into the passenger seat and said while fastening his seat belt: "Sir Guan, I won't go to the police station before January 22nd."
Guan Yingjun tightened his grip on the steering wheel.
From the way he addressed her, he didn't sound angry.
Judging from the results, it seems that the person is about to run away.
The grapefruit smell at the tip of his nose was particularly strong. He thought for a moment and asked calmly, "Why didn't you come? Is there something wrong?"
Jian Ruochen sighed, "There will be a transfer exam at the beginning of the semester. Teacher Li's major is assigned to the School of Social Sciences. I've been so busy recently that I haven't memorized all the humanities information about the School of Social Sciences at Hong Kong University."
"Okay." Guan Yingjun breathed a sigh of relief, "Then let's talk about it after the 22nd."
It was around four o'clock in the afternoon and there were few cars on the street, so the two of them arrived at the entrance of Chen Hetang Hotel without any obstruction.
As soon as I got off the car, I saw members of Group A gathered outside the hotel chatting.
Bi Xianxian wore a red knitted long skirt today and put on lipstick of the same color on her lips. She wore a black cashmere windbreaker and let her curly hair fall to her waist. After dressing up carefully, the valiant policewoman turned into the charming Hong Kong girl in the 1990s magazines.
Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng also wore casual clothes and dressed up nicely, looking handsome, dashing and full of energy.
A group of handsome men and beautiful women gathered together, attracting passers-by to look back frequently.
Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun walked over and stood in the crowd, and the lights became dim.
Liu Sizheng looked at Guan Yingjun, "Why are you so cold, Sir Guan? You solved a big case, smile."
After he finished speaking, his heart skipped a beat.
After Jian Ruochen came to Group A, Guan Sir's temper improved a lot, making people forget his previous serious nature.
Oh no, Sir Guan won’t be angry about this joke, right?
Guan Yingjun didn't respond.
Jian Ruochen smiled and said, "Leng Bingbing has more aura. You can tell at a glance that he is a capable leader, and his team must have made great achievements."
Now everyone started laughing.
I didn't eat any candy, but my mouth felt so sweet.
How can someone smooth things over and praise everyone at the same time?
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and glanced at the top of Jian Ruochen's head, then pursed his lips slightly.
This mouth really treats everyone equally.
Be nice to everyone without any distinction.
"Are all the people here? If you are, come in. Private room 215. Order whatever you want."
Jian Ruochen fell behind the team, looking here and there, finding everything new and interesting.
The hotel's yellow embossed wallpaper and retro wall lamps look like something out of an old TV. Even the wooden plywood menu in the box was something I had never seen before.
The group took turns ordering dishes and toasting each other.
We laughed and joked for more than an hour.
Song Xuyi stood up with a red face, poured a glass of wine, stood up and said to Jian Ruochen: "I used to judge you by your appearance and looked down on you. I thought you were not qualified for the position of consultant and did not believe you could defuse the bomb. Yes, I was wrong."
His neck turned red, and he looked like a cooked crab. "I said something inappropriate, so I'll drink this cup as apology."
Song Xuyi raised his head, drank a glass of white wine with great pride, and was sweating all over his head due to the spicy taste.
Just as Jian Ruochen was about to pour wine in response, Guan Yingjun held the cup down.
Sir Guan stood up, the hem of his black shirt hanging loosely on the slightly raised belt at his waist. He took a step with his long legs, walked to Song Xuyi and patted his shoulder.
His strong waist was exposed during the movements. "Don't blame yourself too much. Don't dwell on trivial matters in the future. Just focus on your work."
Song Xuyi's eyes were a little red, and he lowered his head, not knowing what to say.
Nothing you say will work.
There was still a little bit of white wine in the cup on the table. Guan Yingjun picked it up, raised the cup towards Song Xuyi, and drank it all up. He said in a hoarse voice, "Jian Ruochen is young and can't drink much. I'll drink it for him."
Song Xuyi felt a little ashamed.
I realized that my public apology just now was like forcing people to drink.
He waved his hands quickly, "That's not what I meant, I..."
Song Xuyi was stuck again, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.
Jian Ruochen retracted his hand that was reaching for the wine bottle and filled himself with juice. "Brother Song, I'll just drink this glass. You didn't mean it."
Song Xuyi quickly nodded along the steps, bent down and sat back in his seat.
The stagnant atmosphere immediately became relaxed again.
The meal took a full three hours.
Everyone walked out of the hotel with a somewhat unsteady step.
Guan Yingjun was still sober and gave orders in an orderly manner: "Zhang Xingzong and Ding Gao, the two of you go together to send Bi Qianqian home, and make sure you watch her go in."
"The rest of you split into two groups and take a taxi. I will reimburse you for the fare."
The night wind ruffled everyone's hair, making them feel sleepy.
At this moment, everyone's mind was not filled with the murder case or the scumbags from the Jiang and Lu families, only the long-missed Simmons mattress in the home.
After so many days, they finally had a good night's sleep.
After Guan Yingjun arranged all the team members, he lowered his head and asked Jian Ruochen, "How are you going back? Are you going to ride with me, or ask your housekeeper to pick you up?"
Jian Ruochen: ...
Cycling?
What bike to ride?
Toyota car?
He looked up at Guan Yingjun's somewhat blurry eyes and asked tentatively: "Where do you live?"
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes, avoided looking at her, and said nothing.
Jian Ruochen was amazed.
Is this the vigilance of an undercover agent?
Perhaps everyone has a bad taste in their heart. Seeing Guan Yingjun lowering his eyes and not looking at him, Jian Ruochen became even more curious.
He thought about it and suddenly asked, "How about I take you there first and then go home by myself?"
Guan Yingjun laughed dumbly, "You are asking about me"
Jian Ruochen was extremely innocent, "I sent you home because I was worried about you, how can this be called spying?"
"Hmm..." Guan Yingjun knew that there must be something fishy going on with Jian Ruochen.
The more we get along, the less I understand.
The more I inquired, the more confused I became.
Guan Yingjun smiled and said, "Then you can send me off. I live not far from you, in Lijin International Garden 2."
"You live in the same place as me?"
Jian Ruochen stopped a car.
When the red taxi stopped in front of him, Guan Yingjun was even able to open the door for Jian Ruochen with steady steps, "Please come in, Consultant Jian."
As soon as Jian Ruochen got in, he immediately smelled a sticky and complex odor in the taxi.
He felt dizzy from the smoke. If Guan Yingjun smelled it... wouldn't his dog's nose be damaged?
Jian Ruochen whispered, "Master, I'm sorry, I suddenly have something to do and don't want to take a taxi."
A glimpse came from the rearview mirror, and the person in the driver's seat stammered, "Do you dislike me for being... smelly?"
Guan Yingjun couldn't hear any noise from inside, so he quickly lowered his body and sat down. As soon as his tailbone touched the seat cushion, he sneezed three times in a row.
Jian Ruochen: ...
He explained to the driver: "My friend has a sensitive nose. He gets this way when he smells perfume. It's not your problem."
The driver remained silent and said nothing.
Guan Yingjun frowned and took a breath of the air in the car, then suddenly turned around and looked at the trunk.
The lights were off in the car, so it was very dark. Jian Ruochen couldn't see Guan Yingjun's expression, so he had to move closer and ask, "Do you want to change cars?"
"No need to change." Guan Yingjun coughed a few times with a hoarse voice and said to the driver, "Go to the Bailing Cigarette Factory in West Kowloon."
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
Not going home?
Which police station’s good inspector lives in a cigarette factory?
Guan Yingjun bumped Jian Ruochen's thigh and whispered, "We've run out of cigarettes at home, let's go buy some."
He reached down and grabbed Jian Ruochen's hand which was resting on the seat, turned it over, and wrote two words on his palm.
At the same time, he opened his lips and said in a light voice, "Let me buy some?"
Jian Ruochen felt a little creepy.
Those two words are.
Corpse.
He raised his eyes and glanced at the rearview mirror, and met a pair of gloomy and dark eyes.
The driver seemed to be blind in one eye. The left half of his eye was almost entirely white, and his eyelid drooped unnaturally, covering the blue pupil in the middle of his eyeball.
Jian Ruochen was startled and slapped the person next to him.
Guan Yingjun gasped in pain.
Jian Ruochen quickly made up for it, "Smoking...smoking! All he does is smoke every day!"
He said viciously: "Master, let's go to the tobacco factory first."
The dark red taxi started slowly, and the engine made a rhythmic muffled sound. The cold gaze passed through the rearview mirror and moved around Jian Ruochen.
The driver leaned forward and turned on the car radio.
There was a crackling sound of electricity coming from inside, and soon the reporters' noisy and sharp questions were heard: "Mr. Jiang Mingshan, I heard that Jian Ruochen forced you to admit at the engagement party of Jiang Hanyu and Lu Qian that he was not your biological son, is that right?"
Jiang Mingshan laughed twice: "Yes."
Reporter: "Why do you think he did this?"
"It may be because I didn't make a good will. That's why he teamed up with the police to pin unfounded charges on me and put pressure on me." Jiang Mingshan said, and he seemed to be affectionate, "I really like this kind of ruthless child."
"He has been number one since he started school. He is good at everything he does. He used to be very filial to me, but I hate that kind of filial piety. But this time, he did a great job that satisfied me."
"If I am acquitted, I will hand over the inheritance rights of all my property to Jian Ruochen after I get out."
"He is my pride." Jiang Mingshan's voice was very soft, suppressing all his madness for a glimmer of hope, "Ruochen, wait for Dad to come back."
He wanted to use the entire Jiang family as a bargaining chip to exchange his life with Jian Ruochen!
The crackling sound of electricity was silent for a moment, then the channel was quickly changed and a song by Teresa Teng was played.
A melodious and ethereal female voice filled the unlit taxi.
She sang leisurely, "I know you were lying to me. You cruelly abandoned me and didn't care whether I lived or died. Who loves me, who loves me, who will love me..."
The car radio seemed to have a jam, it stopped on the last sentence and kept singing it over and over again.
A chill ran up Jian Ruochen's spine.
The driver knew him!
He deliberately stopped the taxi in front of him and Guan Yingjunming, and told him what Jiang Mingshan said when he was desperate.
Why?
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