Chapter 37: There is something strange about Jian Ruochen
Ji Bailou let go and stood up, closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and gradually regained his composure.
He picked up the wet towel on the table and wiped his hands. "In order to avoid defections, the police system will register all informants one by one. Lin Zheng's contact person is Duan Ming, who is the inspector of CIB Group 3 and has a good relationship with me."
There was a hint of nostalgia in his voice, "We were all in the same police academy class."
Ji Bailou made way for him, "Jian Ruochen, you go ahead and ask."
Lin Zheng's mind was dizzy, his ears were buzzing, and he couldn't even get up.
Jian Ruochen helped him sit against the wall, then turned back and stretched out his hand to Guan Yingjun, "Give me a cigarette, Sir Guan."
Guan Yingjun took out a cigarette from the box and threw it and the matchbox accurately into his arms.
Jian Ruochen poked the tea cigarette into Lin Zheng's mouth, then lit a match, holding the flame and lighting it for him.
Lin Zheng was beaten so hard that he gasped and took a breath reflexively.
The cigarette butt lit up.
Jian Ruochen threw the used matches into the ashtray, then sat down on the marble coffee table, watching Lin Zheng smoke half a cigarette.
After the man had completely recovered, he picked up the ashtray and placed it in front of him, and asked, "How do Mr. Guan's cigarettes taste?"
Lin Zheng shook off the cigarette ash in silence without saying a word.
Liu Qishang couldn't understand.
He whispered to Ji Bailou: "Brother Ji, what does this mean?"
Ji Bailou said, "Building relationships? We sometimes do this. It's like when you go to investigate a corrupt official, you have to invite him to have coffee in private first. First courtesy, then force."
Liu Qishang was stunned. "But he was the one who tortured Lin Zheng and asked you to beat him up. How could he accept this?"
The two spoke in low voices.
Lin Zheng couldn't hear it, but he felt the same way in his heart.
He sneered, "You tricked me into coming here, let me get beaten up by the police, and then gave me a cigarette and tried to please me a little bit, and you want me to tell you everything?"
"How can it be so easy in the world?"
Jian Ruochen was surprised, "Why do you think so?"
"I gave you cigarettes because the nicotine in cigarettes will quickly reach your brain, paralyze your nerves, and relieve anxiety. The nicotine component in tobacco can relieve pain and stop you from having a headache."
"I'll ask you questions only when you're calm. If there were sedative pills here, I wouldn't be giving you cigarettes."
Lin Zheng looked blank.
What is nicotine and what is nicotine?
He dropped out of junior high school and couldn't understand these.
But after thinking about what Jian Ruochen said, he felt that his head was indeed not hurting as much as before, and his mood was much calmer.
What a flatterer.
It turned out that he was just being sentimental.
Jian Ruochen stretched out his toes and kicked the stolen goods on the ground. "You stole so many gold ornaments. You are obviously greedy. Of course I know that cigarettes can't satisfy you."
Liu Qishang: …
He looked at Ji Bailou with a little doubt.
Be polite before using force?
Ji Bailou raised his hand and touched his nose.
Isn't it just that the explanation is wrong?
It doesn’t matter, Jian Ruochen didn’t hear it anyway.
The suspect was probably more embarrassed than him for acting so self-consciously in public.
Lin Zheng put out the cigarette butt in the ashtray, adjusted his sitting posture, lowered his eyes to the pile of stolen goods not far away, and thought quickly about how to escape.
"What are you thinking about?" Jian Ruochen asked suddenly, "How do you want to run?"
Lin Zheng looked up suddenly.
How does Jian Ruochen know what he is thinking?
Jian Ruochen: "After you adjusted your sitting position, your toes were pointed directly outside the door, and your body language clearly showed that you wanted to run."
Liu Qishang, Ji Bailou and Huang Youquan all looked at Lin Zheng's feet at the same time.
It’s true!
Guan Yingjun's gaze fell on Jian Ruochen's back. The light-colored hair spread out softly, almost covering the entire shoulders and back.
Lin Zheng straightened his body in an attempt to hide his mistake.
His thoughts were denied and interrupted again and again, and his mind was almost blank.
Jian Ruochen didn't give him time to regroup his thoughts. "Why are you so sure that you can get around Lu Qian's drug den? Is there anyone in Lu Qian who will protect you?"
"Is this person Duan Ming?"
Lin Zheng shuddered, and cold sweat instantly covered his forehead. Jian Ruochen's words were free of any personal emotions, concise, clear, and to the point.
It was not until this moment that he understood why Ji Bailou grabbed his head and slammed it to the ground.
There are too many loopholes in his words.
Lin Zheng swallowed his saliva, stiffened his neck and said stubbornly: "Who protects me has nothing to do with you? You just need to calculate the benefits I can bring, why do you have to dig into the details? Can't we have mutual benefits?"
He shouted, "Just tell me if you want an undercover agent who can go to the drug den!"
Ji Bailou shook his head.
An old hand like Lin Zheng knows exactly what the police need. He knows how to maximize his own value and gain more benefits from the police.
The reason why Lin Zheng was able to escape punishment time and time again was because of this trick he used today.
Jian Ruochen was afraid that he would fall into trouble.
Jian Ruochen was amused, "How dare you negotiate terms with me?"
"I am sitting in front of you calmly in order to give you a chance to atone for your sins. But how to atone for your sins is up to me, not you."
Lin Zheng looked tense.
It’s strange, why doesn’t this person follow his rhythm like everyone else?
Jian Ruochen stood up and looked down at him, "You are about to be charged with theft, and the eight-year sentence is a foregone conclusion. But if you can be a tainted witness against Duan Ming, Sir Ji will definitely be willing to help you reduce your sentence."
Lin Zheng clenched his fists tightly, pursed his lips and said nothing.
Jian Ruochen squatted down and looked at him at eye level, "You just said you want to support your wife and children. How old is your child?"
When talking about his family, Lin Zheng's expression softened, "Less than one year old."
Jian Ruochen sighed, "Then I understand that you don't want to go to jail. Your wife needs you, and your children can't live without you."
Lin Zheng thought he was soft-hearted and his expression relaxed a little.
Jian Ruochen asked softly, "Do you know what you have to face as an undercover agent? Someone will protect you, but will he protect your wife and children? What rationality do the people in the drug den have? They kill people without blinking an eye."
He reached out and patted Lin Zheng on the shoulder, "Think carefully about your wife and children. Isn't it for them that you make money? How can money be as important as family?"
Lin Zheng's whole body twitched as if he had been electrocuted.
He was shaking even more violently than when Ji Bailou hit him.
He didn't know what he was thinking about, but his eyes suddenly turned red.
Huang Youquan was also an informant and understood what Lin Zheng was thinking. He chimed in, "Those people believe that brothers are like limbs, and women are like clothes. People like you will be small minions in there, and small minions can't protect their wives."
He shook his legs, and the accessories on his body jingled. "Follow the sir and get along well. The police station can recommend your children to a good school in the future. Be a good person."
Jian Ruochen seized on Lin Zheng's weakness and added, "Look, if you give up Duan Ming, you can get a reduced sentence. If you don't want to go to jail at all, then you can work for Ji Sir. If you really want to be a spy, then be a spy between Ji Sir and Duan Ming, and help get evidence that Duan Ming is a black cop."
"You can get two paychecks by dealing with two policemen. It's two paychecks each. Isn't it better to get it from Sir Ji than to work in a drug den?"
Jian Ruochen was as disappointed as if he had failed to make good use of his talents. "Look at you. You can't even settle the accounts."
Lin Zheng was at a loss: ...
It seems to make sense.
Ji Bailou was stunned.
Jian Ruochen is trying to change the concept.
A black horse is a horse, and a white horse is also a horse.
So the white horse is the dark horse.
Black money is money, white money is also money.
Two portions of white money can protect your wife and children, and have high added value, so white money is better than black money.
Who wouldn't be confused after hearing this?
Ji Bailou tried to find loopholes in this rhetoric from Lin Zheng's perspective, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became.
People all tend to seek benefits and avoid harm; this is human instinct.
Lin Zheng closed his eyes and thought about it. After hesitating for a moment, he finally made a decision.
"...I'll tell you." He swallowed and spoke with difficulty: "Some time ago, Duan Ming and I met at a roadside snack stand. I had a stomachache halfway through my meal, so I went to the toilet..."
"When I came back, I found Duan Ming talking to Lao Ba, one of Lu Qian's men. Lao Ba was easier to recognize because he was fat. At first I thought Lao Ba was also an informant under Duan Ming, but he just climbed higher, so I didn't pay much attention to him. I walked over while fastening my belt."
"Then I heard Duan Ming and Lao Ba tell him to tell Lu Qian to be careful recently and not to commit ferry robberies again. The Criminal Investigation Department seems to be investigating."
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
What?
At that time, Lu Qian actually knew that the Criminal Investigation Department was investigating the ferry robbery case?
Then why did he let Jiang Mingshan do it a second time?
Jian Ruochen's scalp tingled for a moment.
Lu Qian did it on purpose!
He would not lose anything by asking Jiang Mingshan to carry out the second big robbery.
Jiang Mingshan succeeded and the money was his.
Jiang Mingshan was arrested and his property will be inherited by Jiang Hanyu. The money is still his!
Jian Ruochen clenched his fingers and drew his attention back.
Lin Zheng coughed lightly, "I understood at that time that Duan Ming was thinking about Lu Qian, and he was not a real policeman."
Ji Bailou took a sip of wine.
The ice ball in the whiskey glass had long since melted into water, so the whiskey didn't taste good.
The atmosphere in the private room was somewhat stagnant.
Guan Yingjun said, "Informants help the police do dirty work. Did Duan Ming teach you that?"
Lin Zheng: "He knows I steal things, but he doesn't care. Duan Ming's informants all know this."
Liu Qishang cursed inwardly, "I was such an honest person in school, how could I become like this!"
Tsk, Duan Ming even used that young and foolish Chen Zudan as a gun to make the entire ICAC Group B run around in circles!
"People change." Ji Bailou poured another glass of wine, "We have graduated for more than four years."
Jian Ruochen turned around and glanced at the faces of the three police officers. "Are you and Duan Ming from the same police academy class?"
Guan Yingjun: “Yeah.”
Jian Ruochen: ...No way?
Ji Bailou looks like he is 32 years old, and Liu Qishang also looks like he is 30 years old.
Guan Yingjun looked to be about twenty-eight or twenty-nine.
They are all 26 years old?
Being a police officer gets old so quickly?
He touched his face and decided to be more careful next time.
Lin Zheng leaned against the wall and stood up with difficulty. "The reason why I was sure that I could go to Lu Qian's drug den was because Duan Ming had the absolute ability to protect me. Duan Ming did not defect from the police. He and Lu Qian were junior high school classmates. We have known each other for a long time and have a good relationship."
He looked straight at Ji Bailou, "Sir Ji, I am willing to negotiate with Duan Ming for you and find out about Lu Qian. Can you help me protect my wife and children?"
Ji Bailou was silent for a while and looked at Guan Yingjun.
Guan Yingjun said, "We have a witness protection program. We can send someone to protect your wife and children when you go abroad. The Criminal Investigation Department will issue a recommendation letter. You can choose the country you want to go to. Come back after the matter is over. Money is not a problem. It depends on whether you are willing to be separated from your family. Your children are still young."
Lin Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "Okay. If I die, can my children become public servants?"
Jian Ruochen: ...
Public servants are Hong Kong civil servants.
He stared at Lin Zheng from head to toe, trying to find out the characteristics of a Shandong man from this man.
Otherwise it cannot explain the obsession of letting future generations take the civil service exam.
Ji Bailou was speechless for a rare moment. "If you don't die, your children can also take the exam. As long as you don't steal in the future."
Lin Zheng breathed a sigh of relief.
In his poor understanding, people at the bottom of society can only become upper class if they pass the civil service exam.
He said softly, "I can do it now. I am willing to do it. Let me write a letter of guarantee."
Liu Qishang: …
He is quite active now. He was still stubborn even when he was being beaten to the ground ten minutes ago.
He came close to Guan Yingjun and said, "Brother Jun, Jian Ruochen is amazing. I want him to come to the ICAC to teach an anti-MLM course."
There was no trace of doubt at all.
Guan Yingjun refused: "He has to go to school and has no time for the time being."
After he finished speaking, he hurriedly took out a copy of the lunch box from his pocket and distributed it to the people present. "This is the four-sided drawing of the aluminum lunch box that leaked from the 1892 Bar. Lu Qian uses this lunch box to load goods. We are now looking for a factory to make this lunch box. You can also help."
There were only three pictures, and they were not passed to Lin Zheng. Guan Yingjun took out the handcuff key and unlocked it for him. "This is your last chance. Don't be itchy next time."
The tone of the words was steady, but it sounded like "If you steal again, I'll chop off your hands."
Lin Zheng: …
"I understand, Sir Guan."
The embarrassing incident of stealing handcuffs will probably become a psychological trauma for him for the rest of his life.
Guan Yingjun put away the handcuffs and glanced at his watch. "I still need to take him to the hospital, Huang Youquan."
Huang Youquan stood up: "Here!"
"Put your energy into finding a lunch box factory." Guan Yingjun took out a wad of money, "your salary for last month."
salary!
Huang Youquan's eyes sparkled, "Yes sir! I promise to complete the task!"
Sir Guan was so kind when paying wages.
Huang Youquan spread out the money and nodded.
Jian Ruochen glanced at the thickness and it was about ten thousand yuan.
Lin Zheng's eyes widened.
Jian Ruochen asked him, "How much did Duan Ming give you?"
"2000." Lin Zheng gritted his teeth.
Jian Ruochen: ...
No wonder he had to become a thief again. 2,000 Hong Kong dollars was considered the lowest level of money in the 1990s. A roast meat rice here costs at least 28 dollars. In a place like Hong Kong, spending money is easier than breathing.
Lin Zheng's child still needs milk. This amount of money is not enough for the family.
He whispered, "Look, I found you a job, okay? Sir Ji will definitely give you the same amount as Sir Guan."
"Thank you." Lin Zheng said, feeling that something was wrong.
Why was he restrained by Jian Ruochen, beaten up, and then asked to thank him?
Liu Qishang: …
He has to thank us.
There is something weird about Jian Ruochen.
Tonight was like a dream.
They came to discuss the corrupt police, and they didn't expect to find the person in one go, but now they even have witnesses.
It's quite dramatic.
If there was no witness, he would never believe that the corrupt policeman was Duan Ming, a police academy student in the same class as them.
Liu Qishang looked at Jian Ruochen: "Why do you want to go to the hospital?"
"Physical examination. His eyes are a little afraid of light." Guan Yingjun didn't look very good.
Ji Bailou: ...
This brother is really moved.
When he was studying, he had a high fever and almost fainted in the dormitory.
Guan Yingjun poured the wine into a cup, added some honey and lemon to it and gave it to him to drink, saying it could cure his cold.
He thought Guan Yingjun didn't know that there were private hospitals in Hong Kong at night.
It turns out that I knew it, but I just didn't want to take him with me.
Jian Ruochen said to Lin Zheng, "See? Working for a police officer also includes a medical checkup. I'm not a public servant, but I'm better than a public servant."
Guan Yingjun: …
He hung the down jacket on Jian Ruochen's head and said, "Let's go."
Stop fooling people. Lin Zheng is almost crippled by you.
Jian Ruochen waved to the sirs who had received new tasks in the private room, "Bye."
Liu Qishang looked at the lunch box photo in his hand, a little dazed, "How did Guan Yingjun get this?"
Ji Bailou glanced at him and thought: Hey, you don’t know?
I know the inside story.
It’s a pity that there is an informant at the scene and I can’t speak.
Liu Qishang, Liu Qishang, you will be kept in the dark now. ·
In the box over there, people were still discussing how to find the source factory of the lunch boxes.
Here, Jian Ruochen was escorted to a private hospital.
When Guan Yingjun registered and paid, his wallet was visibly deflated.
Jian Ruochen: ...
No wonder it’s moonlight, Sir Guan is so generous.
Eye testing machines are either fully automatic or semi-automatic, and can produce results very quickly.
The old man who was seeing the patient looked at the report in his hand and said, "The vision is 5.1, no myopia and astigmatism, everything is normal. Very good. The photophobia may be because you have read too much recently, and the pigment of your iris is relatively low. The combination of the two caused the photophobia to start again."
"Amber eyes, beauty comes at a price, it's natural. Some light blue eyes are also sensitive to light."
Jian Ruochen suddenly had a bad feeling.
The doctor said, "You must have used eye drops to relieve this symptom before. Why didn't you get a new one after using them?"
Guan Yingjun stood behind Jian Ruochen, his eyes cast downward.
This gaze seemed to have substance.
Jian Ruochen felt a tingling sensation on his back and some sweat oozed out of his vest. He subconsciously wanted to turn around and observe Guan Yingjun's expression, but in the end he just tilted his head slightly and forced himself to hold back.
You can't look up. If you look up at this time, it will clearly show that you are guilty.
Don't do stupid things.
He raised his hand and scratched the side of his face shyly, and said in a hurry: "I don't like eye drops."
As soon as he finished speaking, Jian Ruochen's heart skipped a beat.
Oh no, this sentence is inconsistent with what he said when he was sitting in Guan Yingjun’s car, “I don’t know what’s wrong with my eyes, I need to go to the hospital.”
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