Chapter 26 I'm here, nothing will happen.
The driver pressed a button and the taxi's radio changed to a softer Cantonese song.
The eerie atmosphere makes one's heart beat like a drum.
Adrenaline surged suddenly, and Jian Ruochen felt hot and cold for a moment, and his fingers trembled slightly. He raised his hand and rolled down the window, letting the cool night breeze into the car.
In the night, the neon lights of traffic and the noisy voices of people interweave and blow into the car. Blowing away the complex smell of perfume and corpse.
Jian Ruochen quickly calmed down and tapped his fingers as he thought.
Although the driver knew him, he probably didn't know Guan Yingjun. Otherwise, the car carrying the corpse would not have been parked in front of the detective.
This is tantamount to walking into a trap.
So it's directed at him?
What's the motive?
Jian Ruochen licked his lips and moved closer to Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun looked down at him, lowered his voice and asked, "Are you scared?"
After all, he is only a freshman and has never seen a fresh corpse. No matter how smart he is, he will be afraid.
This is human nature.
Guan Yingjun didn't know how to comfort her.
As a tough detective who transferred from CIB to CID, he has seen too much blood, escaped death many times, and always keeps his word when faced with difficulties. Although the members of the team seem to be stupid in their own ways, they are actually elites selected from various levels.
They do not need any comfort. They have been digesting the fear and physiological reactions when seeing corpses on their own since they entered the industry, and have come to where they are today step by step.
Guan Yingjun had never met a collaborator who was so much younger than him, and he was a little helpless. He had to raise his hand to pull the person closer and whispered, "I'm here, nothing will happen."
Jian Ruochen exhaled through his nose: "Huh? You misunderstood."
Guan Yingjun hummed and was distracted for a moment.
He understands that adolescent boys care about their reputation.
While Guan Yingjun was distracted, Jian Ruochen quickly reached his hand into his clothes and touched the edge of his chest.
Guan Yingjun's whole body suddenly stiffened, his expression was stunned, and he almost jumped up, his muscles tensed instantly.
He held Jian Ruochen's hand and took a breath, but was choked by the smell in the car and coughed violently twice.
The driver's eyes slowly moved over.
Guan Yingjun had no choice but to keep a straight face and suppress his cough. When his gaze was gone, he gritted his teeth and said in a low voice, "What are you doing?"
Jian Ruochen imitated him and whispered, "See if you brought Mu Cang."
Guan Yingjun's tense back slowly relaxed. He released his restraints with a cold face and asked Jian Ruochen word by word, "What do you need the wooden warehouse for? The wooden warehouses of criminal police have their own numbers and cannot be borrowed."
"It's good that you bring it." Jian Ruochen muttered, "I'll see if I can ask for more performance."
Guan Yingjun felt that something was wrong.
Just ask, what kind of gun do you want?
Doubts flashed through my mind, leaving a slight trace.
He glanced at Jian Ruochen from the side, and there was no fear in the boy's eyes.
All are eager to try and full of enthusiasm.
Jian Ruochen coughed lightly, and with a kind smile, he started a casual conversation, asking: "Master, how long have you been doing this? Did you encounter any interesting things while driving the car?"
The driver glanced through the rearview mirror and said nonchalantly, "I've been doing this for quite a while, and there are a lot of interesting people."
Jian Ruochen: "Tell me about it."
The car hit a red light and the dull engine sound stopped.
The driver laughed suddenly, his voice hoarse and rough, "I picked up a female student. She was arguing with her boyfriend when I got on. I... always advise those who break up but cannot reconcile."
The red light ended and the taxi started again.
The tires rubbed against the ground, making a sharp and harsh sound, like someone scratching a blackboard with fingernails.
The driver raised his eyes, and the pair of half-black and half-white eyes appeared in the rearview mirror again, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes formed a natural smile line.
He pointedly said: "That student girl is so philandering, she's two-timing."
Jian Ruochen was thoughtful.
The taxi driver changed the subject and said, "There are too many philandering men and women in this world. Jiang Mingshan's son, Ruochen, has no humanity, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, or trustworthiness."
Jian Ruochen said "Oh" and understood.
Middle-aged and elderly male taxi drivers are either lamenting the bad policies or the bad market conditions.
Some people always say dirty words and tease the men and women who get on the bus.
They judge this and they judge that.
Whenever I get the chance I want to teach people how to do things.
The best way to make such a person lose his mind is to irritate him.
The driver knew who he was, but still cursed him in person.
Obviously, he wanted to see him angrily refute and argue angrily.
No way.
Jian Ruochen seemed to be unaware that he was the center of the topic. He followed the driver's words and asked curiously, "What do you mean?"
The taxi driver was stunned, his expression a little stiff.
What's going on?
Did he pick up the wrong person?
impossible!
Jian Ruochen has a unique appearance and it is impossible to mistake him easily.
But when a normal person is scolded in person, even if he doesn't get angry on the spot, he should still speak up to refute.
What kind of reaction is this?
Is there really someone so shameless?
He had no time to think, and the little rationality in his mind snapped away, "Jian Ruochen, for money and to obtain the inheritance, actually sent his father to prison on trumped-up charges! Isn't this unfilial?"
Guan Yingjun frowned, this rumor was quite bizarre.
How is the transfer procedure of the detention centre conducted at the West Kowloon Magistrates’ Courts?
They actually allowed reporters to ask questions?
Don’t they know that the suspects who are fighting desperately will say anything and throw any dirty water out there in order to save their lives?
Guan Yingjun opened his mouth: "He——"
Jian Ruochen slapped Guan Yingjun on the mouth and nodded to agree with the driver, "Ah, yes, yes, there is indeed a little, is there anything else?"
Guan Yingjun:?
driver:?
The driver was furious. He was eager to hear Jian Ruochen's rebuttal and to see that pretty face filled with ferocious anger.
His breathing quickened, and he said viciously, "He also likes to play with people's feelings."
Jian Ruochen's eyes lit up, "Be more specific."
This driver seems to have a strange obsession with being loyal in relationships.
In less than five minutes, he mentioned being unfaithful and playing with others' feelings twice.
This may be a breakthrough point and what drivers care about most.
The driver slapped the steering wheel crazily, and the taxi made a sharp explosion. "When he was in the medical department of Hong Kong University, he was negotiating with the professors in school, cheating the test questions and getting the first place in the exam. At the same time, he harassed and pursued his own brother's fiancé! After transferring to another department, he played both sides among the senior inspectors of West Kowloon!"
"Relying on having a pretty good face, ha!"
He sneered and said sarcastically, "You're playing me around."
Jian Ruochen was stunned and exclaimed, "So much? You know it very well."
The anger that was rising in Guan Yingjun's chest because of these rumors suddenly stagnated.
How can you remain emotionally stable while listening to your own gossip?
Not angry?
Jian Ruochen agreed: "According to what you said, it doesn't seem so good."
The driver was completely stuck, feeling overwhelmed by the frustration and his emotions gradually got out of control.
Why doesn't Jian Ruochen feel guilty? Why don't you look angry?
How can he judge this person now? How does he punish this person?
The driver said, "That's not all! I just found out today that he actually has a baby at home."
Jian Ruochen was stunned for a moment.
He looked at the driver, then turned to look at Guan Yingjun.
After a moment, he reacted.
Oh, this driver misunderstood his relationship with Guan Sir.
Judging from the current conversation, the driver may be mentally ill and suffer from delusions. He thinks he is the master of the world and can judge the life and death of others at will.
The more mistakes the imaginary Jian Ruochen made, the angrier the driver would become.
Jian Ruochen nodded and said, "The red flag is flying high at home, and the colorful flags are flying outside."
He considered the driver's attitude towards "feelings" and shouted indignantly, "How bad!"
Guan Yingjun: …
He reached into his arms and calmly took out the wooden barrel.
No wonder Jian Ruochen asked him if he had a gun. He really had to bring one.
The driver was so choked that he didn't know how to respond.
My mind went blank.
If Jian Ruochen refuted angrily, he could still give him a lecture and judge and educate him with confidence.
But Jian Ruochen actually responded to every word and agreed with every time.
What does this mean?
The driver tore off the smile on his face, stepped on the accelerator in anger, and the needle on the dashboard jumped up and rushed straight to 120.
He stopped pretending and yelled angrily: "You know more celebrities now, and you can get close to more people, so you don't like those before, right! No matter who you are facing, you can still flirt with such a smile! You are the same as that man! A sinner of society! A damned ghost! You——"
The driver cursed a lot in Cantonese.
Guan Yingjun felt an inexplicable surge of anger when listening to the unbearable words. He slowly loaded the gun and lowered his eyes to remove the safety.
Jian Ruochen's eyes became brighter.
Which man? Are you still alive? Was that the body in the car?
Come on, say more.
Jian Ruochen immediately sneered and provoked him: "Laughing and chatting can be considered as flirting, you really have a wild imagination. Can't the rearview mirror in your car reflect what you look like? Who would flirt with you?"
The driver slammed on the brakes, breathing heavily, and his gaze towards the back seat was poisonous.
Jian Ruochen pushed the hair hanging on her cheeks behind her ears, leaned close to Guan Yingjun, and asked more provocatively: "What about this? Is he also like the man you mentioned?"
The driver fiddled with the central locking button next to the driver's seat.
With a click.
All four doors are locked.
The car started slowly again.
The driver stopped smiling. The sagging skin on his cheeks drooped like melted wax, making him look even more hideous.
He said in a deep voice: "You don't have much time to be proud of yourself."
Jian Ruochen said indifferently, "Oh...what happened to the man who cheated on you?"
The driver became more reckless and acted crazily. "I put him in a box and locked him in the cabinet next to the bed. He will always be with me."
Jian Ruochen grabbed the hem of Guan Yingjun's clothes that fell on the seat and crumpled them into a ball.
The male victim mentioned by the suspect was at home.
Who's that in the car?
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and thought for a moment, "No one wants to be with someone like you, not even the dead."
The driver's breathing suddenly became heavy, and the last of his sanity was gone.
He slammed the steering wheel twice in anger and growled as the horn honked: "You deserve to die!"
"Really?" Jian Ruochen saw the gun hidden in Guan Yingjun's hand, and immediately felt safer. He laughed like a real little bastard, "Did you see that? He said he wanted to kill me. He's just a taxi driver, but he dared to say such nonsense."
The driver couldn't bear it any longer.
He stopped the car, took out a civilian shotgun from the cloth bag on the side of the driver's seat, turned around and pointed it at Jian Ruochen.
"Just a driver?"
"How dare you look down on me? Everyone who said this is dead! All dead!!"
"I was still hesitating. You look so beautiful, and I don't want to kill you."
"If you had been more obedient, had stopped being with those shady men, and had a proper attitude and admitted your mistakes, I would have returned the money I collected. Then I would have locked you in a cage. I really wouldn't mind raising you for the rest of your life."
"What a pity..." The driver sneered.
In his rage, he didn't even notice that the shotgun was not loaded. He was shaking morbidly. "Look down on me? Haha! Even if I am looked down upon, I have killed 5 people! You will be one of them in the end."
"A fickle thing—"
Jian Ruochen: ...
Five? There are actually five?
Guan Yingjun suddenly made a move, holding the wooden barrel of the hunting gun with his left hand and lifting it up.
This wooden warehouse pipe was made of iron and was not strong enough, so Guan Yingjun bent it with one hand.
He held the loaded rifle in his right hand against the driver's head and sneered, "Five, right?"
Guan Yingjun vented the anger that had been accumulated for a long time and asked coldly: "How do you know that Jian Ruochen is having dinner at Chen Hetang today?"
"You said you were paid? Someone hired you to attack Jian Ruochen? Who paid you? Who told you those rumors?"
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