Chapter 27: It attracts either criminals or police
In this small space, the situation changes suddenly.
The driver's crazy expression froze on his face, his pupils suddenly dilated, and the muscles on his facial skin twitched violently.
His cloudy eyes moved slightly and looked at Jian Ruochen who was still sitting upright in his seat.
The taxi stopped between two street lamps. The light was dim and yellow, and scattered spots of light were sprinkled on the left side of the mixed-race boy's face, making him look blurry and strange.
Jian Ruochen curled his lips and smiled, and said softly: "Sir is asking you a question, why don't you answer?"
The driver, crouching under Guan Yingjun's wooden hatch, suddenly shuddered.
Even though there was something deadly pressed against his forehead, he felt that the seemingly harmless Jian Ruochen was even more frightening.
That is a horror that strikes the heart.
At this moment, the hunter becomes the hunted.
The driver gnashed his teeth, "Are you trying to provoke me and get me to talk?"
Jian Ruochen spread his hands and said, "Just chatting."
The driver slowly lowered his eyelids, and the anger in his chest receded like a tide, leaving only regret.
He shouldn't be so complacent and arrogant.
Whether it is a man or a woman, the more beautiful they are, the more likely they are to deceive.
It's too late to think about anything now.
He must find a way to escape!
Guan Yingjun used his wooden head to push the driver's forehead back, "My question is difficult to answer?"
Jian Ruochen: "Come one by one. First question, how did you know I was at Chenhetang Hotel?"
The driver curled up, his eyes bloodshot, "Someone wants to kill you. If he hires me to do it, he will naturally find a way to tell me about you."
Jian Ruochen frowned: "Someone? Who is it?"
"You should ask yourself that." The driver laughed strangely, "We don't meet when we pick up work on the road."
The narrow space in a taxi, which had always been his holy ground for committing crimes, has now turned into a prison in which he has become trapped.
It would be nice if I could get off.
The driver raised his eyes and looked at Guan Yingjun's hand holding the wooden basket.
If he could get off the car, he would have a chance to seize the wooden warehouse and kidnap Jian Ruochen, thus getting a chance of survival.
Jian Ruochen looked around the driver and understood: "You want to get off?"
The driver was stunned.
Why?
How does Jian Ruochen know what he is thinking?
He swallowed hard.
For a moment I didn't know whether I should nod.
Jian Ruochen: "That's right, I want to get off too."
The space in the car is narrow, so the wooden warehouse should never be opened unless absolutely necessary.
Bullets fired at high speeds may refract and bounce in space, accidentally injuring others.
And the car stinks.
As time goes by, the fragrance gradually fades away. The entire carriage was filled with the smell of rotten eggs mixed with rotten meat and salted fish, as if they had been pickled in a stinky ditch for three days. Disgusting.
Jian Ruochen said, "Put both hands on the surface and slowly open the central lock. I advise you not to have any crooked thoughts while getting out of the car."
The driver didn't take the second half of the sentence to heart. He carefully opened the central lock.
The car door unlocked, and he felt a surge of ecstasy in his heart.
The next step is to find an opportunity to seize the wooden warehouse and kidnap Jian Ruochen!
Guan Yingjun opened the door next to him and got out of the car, with the wooden hatch in his hand never leaving the driver's head.
Jian Ruochen followed closely behind.
The driver lowered his head, bent over to get out of the car, and the moment his feet touched the ground, he suddenly exerted force with his calves, bent over and rushed out.
He opened his arms, trying to use his momentum and weight to knock Guan Yingjun down and seize the wooden warehouse, then turned around and held Jian Ruochen, who was not far away, hostage.
Jian Ruochen: ...
It's really hard to persuade that damn ghost with good words.
Great compassion is hard to save those who commit suicide.
I told you not to have any bad thoughts, why didn’t you listen?
During the ferry robbery, Guan Yingjun could dislocate Jiang Mingshan's joint with just a kick. Wouldn't he be beaten to a pulp here?
Will Group A be deducted money for beating the suspect?
Maybe someone will report this to Superintendent Lin...
Team A has been in the spotlight and attracting a lot of attention recently because they have solved so many cases.
Sir Guan is also the youngest senior inspector in the Kowloon West Regional Police Station. I wonder how many people are jealous of him.
The workplace is like a battlefield. You can't always treat the serious crime team to coffee and afternoon tea, right?
This is not the way to spend money.
Jian Ruochen's mind raced, and he stretched out his legs and tripped in the driver's path.
Sir Guan, I can only help you up to this point.
All that's left is to neatly handcuff the suspect and interrogate him.
The driver never expected that someone who looked so weak would attack him. He was caught off guard, staggered, and lost his accuracy.
Guan Yingjun immediately turned sideways and kicked him hard in the stomach.
The driver choked and retched, then crashed into the wall beside the sidewalk due to inertia.
I just took a breath and haven't reacted yet.
Guan Yingjun gave him a wooden support with his backhand.
A tooth was knocked out.
Jian Ruochen took a look at the bloody tooth roots.
Well... only one.
Minor injury, okay.
He squatted down in front of the driver and said, "Look, I told you not to have any bad thoughts."
Jian Ruochen got straight to the point: "There are bodies in the car, and you just admitted that you killed five people. I have recorded it word for word. You have no way out now, so I advise you to tell the truth. Telling the truth is in your best interest."
The driver coughed up blood foam.
The game is over.
The driver panted heavily and said self-deprecatingly: "I underestimated you."
He was silent for a while, then suddenly he started laughing and described it crazily, "They deserve to die."
"Cheating, damn it."
"Damn you, two-timing."
"I had a fight with my boyfriend, damn it!"
"Ask different men for money, damn it!!!"
"You are unfilial," the driver said shrilly, "and you deserve to die."
Jian Ruochen looked at him coldly, "He is not my father."
Guan Yingjun glanced sideways, and with his fingers he pushed the wooden bolt safety open and then pushed it back in.
"You didn't see the person who gave you the money, so who was the person who gave you the information and told you the rumors?"
The moment Guan Yingjun turned on the safety, Jian Ruochen grabbed his wrist and lifted him up, using him as a wooden rack and pointing it directly at the driver.
Guan Yingjun let him do it without saying anything.
"No one in particular." The driver smiled.
"I happened to hear about your fickleness in the bar and thought you deserved to die. I happened to see a bag of money at the door when I was going home, and there happened to be a note in the bag of money, saying that I should fuck you to death. I took the money to buy something by Chen Hetang, and I happened to see you and your lover entering Chen Hetang. There were so many people, you must have had a lot of fun, right?"
The driver's lustful eyes passed over Jian Ruochen.
Guan Yingjun immediately raised his hand and gave him another hard push, "Speak properly."
The driver coughed twice, licked his loose teeth with the tip of his tongue, and spat out a mouthful of bloody phlegm, his eyes fixed on Jian Ruochen the whole time, "I said, I didn't want to kill you."
There are not so many coincidences in the world.
When everything happens by chance, it is definitely not a coincidence.
This driver was a candidate chosen long ago by the murderer. He knew what kind of person the driver wanted to kill, so he deliberately let the driver hear the rumors?
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyebrows and said, "You know a lot of rumors about me. Where did you know them from?"
"Bar." The driver's eyes were wide open.
Jian Ruochen felt that he was a little dazed and something seemed wrong.
The driver tilted his head and tried to recall, "Last month, I heard that there were a lot of orders from bars at midnight, so I wanted to make more money, so I drove to the back alley of West Kowloon Bar Street. I heard those words at the back door of the bar closest to the alley entrance."
He raised his hands and scratched his neck with both hands. His face turned pale and his eyes were confused. "The bar seems to be called 1892."
The driver had a long nail on his little finger, which left red marks when he scratched his neck. He looked sick and crazy. "Give me... give me a bite."
He huddled in the corner, kneeling on the ground, his eyes broken, without any dignity. "Please, give me an injection. I'll tell you everything. I really don't know who he is."
Guan Yingjun's face changed.
He grabbed the driver's throat, lifted his head up, looked at his face first, then quickly glanced at his neck, and said in a deep voice: "This man has opened the sunroof."
Injecting a drug pin into the neck is commonly known as opening a skylight.
When a person reaches this point, even gods cannot save him.
The driver grabbed Guan Yingjun's wrist, and seemed to have completely forgotten that he had been beaten. "I have money in the car, I have money... Buy me a needle, please buy me a needle, please."
Jian Ruochen realized that it was the stolen money for hiring a killer.
Guan Yingjun took out a neatly folded handkerchief from his pocket and handed it to him, "Go find the stolen money. I'll watch him here and call someone over as well."
"Yeah." Jian Ruochen held the handkerchief in his palm, bent down and got into the driver's seat, held his breath, and looked into the car under the street light.
The driver's seat was stained with greasy stains, and there was a woven bag with handles under the seat.
He pulled out the bag by the handle with a handkerchief, unzipped it and looked inside.
All in British pounds cash.
Why the British pound?
In the 1990s, the British pound was not uncommon in Hong Kong, but its sudden appearance here immediately made people jump in fear.
Jian Ruochen's lung capacity was limited, and he couldn't hold his breath for long. He soon got out of the car with a red face, gasping for breath.
Guan Yingjun had just finished the call when he saw this scene. His heart suddenly tightened, "Did you see the body?"
Don't scare the consultant he hired into doing anything bad.
"No." Jian Ruochen took a deep breath, "It's too smelly in there, I'm holding my breath."
Guan Yingjun: …
You're panting like this after just watching for a few seconds?
"Indeed, there is money. It's in British pounds." Jian Ruochen estimated, "Probably a small million."
Guan Yingjun asked softly: "Who wants to mess with you? Do you have any idea?"
"Jiang Hanyu? Jiang Mingshan said he wanted to give me the inheritance rights. Is he anxious?"
Jian Ruochen frowned and thought for a while. "Not necessarily. The time doesn't match. The driver heard the rumor last month. If the rumor was also part of the murderer's plan, then Jiang Mingshan had not yet been imprisoned at that time, and Jiang Hanyu's motive was insufficient."
Who could that be?
Could it be Lu Qian?
But Lu Qian had no motivation to do this last month.
Or is it not the two of them this time?
The person doing the work is too cautious. It seems that I need to go to the bar and find out a little bit.
While I was lost in thought, the sound of sirens filled the night sky.
This place is not far from the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, and the members of the serious crime squad arrived quickly.
Guan Yingjun took back the wooden storage bin and glanced over, "Why is it you?"
The leader of Group C, Chen Jincai, gave a sly smile, "Madam Lin asked me to come."
Chen Jincai was wearing a pair of mid-length black leather combat boots, with the legs of his tactical pants tucked into the top of his boots.
He walked up to Jian Ruochen in two or three steps and said, "Advisor Jian is amazing. He can solve the case even when he comes out to rest and have a meal?"
Jian Ruochen shook hands with him and said helplessly: "It's not me who found the case, it's the case that found me."
Hong Kong is so unsafe.
Chen Jincai turned to the team members and said, "Search the car."
He turned back and smiled, "The case came to you because of your performance. You are so lucky and so smart. Would you consider working under me?"
He patted his chest and said, "I am also a former member of the Criminal Intelligence Division, a senior of Guan Yingjun. I worked undercover in a domestic financial crime group for two years and took down a large human trafficking organization. I am also a senior inspector and my salary is the same as Guan Sir. I can give you half of it."
Chen Jincai seemed to lower his voice, but in fact he said very loudly: "I have a good temper and will never give you a bad face."
Guan Yingjun could no longer bear it and spoke as if he dared to give Jian Ruochen a cold look.
"This guy is a serial killer and a drug addict. I'm the one giving you today's share of the performance. If my team members hadn't taken a vacation, you wouldn't have gotten your turn."
Chen Jincai glanced at Guan Yingjun's face and smiled playfully, "I have to work overtime for this case as well. When the case is closed, the bonus will be divided between you and Group A in half, and I will give half of my own bonus to our consultant Jian."
"Little God of Wealth, there is no reason why you are the only one allowed to offer sacrifices and I am not allowed to offer sacrifices, right?"
"Ten teams are worshipping the Guan Gong statue in the main hall of the serious crime squad. Sir Guan, please don't be so stingy."
In the middle of winter, Jian Ruochen was sandwiched between two tall and strong former undercover agents. He was sweating and said, "Sir Chen, I'm not short of money."
Guan Yingjun curled the corners of his lips.
Jian Ruochen took a deep breath and said, "But Group A is a little short. You and Group A will do."
Guan Yingjun stopped laughing, and Chen Jin laughed out loud, "You are really interesting."
He is simply the mascot of the police force, a little koi that brings success.
Smart and capable. As soon as people stand there, criminal suspects flock to them and performance plummets.
Talking and doing things are also interesting, and just a few words can make people feel happy.
He did not favor his acquaintance just because he knew Guan Yingjun first. Instead, each of them spoke a little, keeping things very even.
Chen Jincai patted Guan Yingjun on the shoulder and said, "I am even more envious. Sir Guan, please relax."
Guan Yingjun shook his hand off and said, "It's too late. I'll take him home."
He gave orders with a cold face, not caring about seniority or not, "The key information has been obtained by Jian Ruochen, you'd better close the case tonight."
Chen Jincai said, "My subordinates are not freeloaders. We are all members of the serious crime team, and no one is worse than anyone else."
He took out his car keys and twirled them around his fingertips. "Counselor Jian, do you want to take my car? I'll take you home?"
Jian Ruochen: ...
Why is Mr. Chen so enthusiastic?
The enthusiasm was a bit abrupt, making people feel a little creepy.
Guan Yingjun moved quickly and snatched the key from Chen Jincai's fingertips. "I live with him, so I'm on the way."
Jian Ruochen is young, but he has great abilities. He either attracts criminals or police officers to snatch people.
It’s not safe. You need to keep a close eye on it.
Guan Yingjun was completely sober. He reached out and grabbed Jian Ruochen's shoulder and said to Chen Jincai, "The suspect took money to harm people. Someone wants to harm Jian Ruochen. I'll go to the bar where he heard the news. Lend us the car first."
Chen Jincai heard the serious matter and stopped joking. He said solemnly, "Okay."
Jian Ruochen smiled at Chen Jincai: "Thank you Chen S~"
Before he could even pronounce the word "sir", Guan Yingjun turned him around.
Guan Yingjun quickly stuffed the person into the car, turned around and said to Chen Jincai: "Brother Chen, the performance is given to you. You will bear all the credits and faults yourself."
Chen Jincai was stunned. The last time he heard Guan Yingjun call him brother was when the two of them got into trouble while studying at the police academy and Guan Yingjun let him take the blame alone.
What does this mean?
He understands the merits, but where do the faults come from?
Without waiting for Chen Jincai to ask, Guan Yingjun closed the door and drove the car in one go.
Disappeared into the distance.
A strong push on his back came over him, and Jian Ruochen was stunned for a second. "Stop the car, stop the car. I haven't given him the recorder yet."
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