Chapter 4: Free and Easy Acting
The expected pain did not come.
Jian Ruochen was held around the waist and his head was buried in the human flesh cushion that was neither hard nor soft.
The documents were scattered all over the floor.
In an instant, the tip of my nose was filled with the mixed smell of tobacco and black tea.
Jian Ruochen realized that the smell was coming from the man under her. This posture was not very proper, he had never been so close to anyone before.
He quickly pulled his hands out of his sleeves, supported the other person's shoulders and moved back, then stood up straight, "Sorry, thank you for helping me."
"It's okay." The man said in a hoarse voice and also stood up by supporting himself on the ground.
After the distance was widened, Jian Ruochen could see the other person's appearance clearly.
The man was handsome and stern, tall, with a stern expression, broad shoulders, long legs, and tight muscles, reminiscent of a cheetah ready to pounce.
His well-cut camel-colored windbreaker was casually open with the collar folded up, revealing a tight black turtleneck sweater with vertical stripes underneath, which must be made of high-quality cashmere.
Through the sweater, one can vaguely see the strong chest and the holster straps that are tight around the shoulders, and below are the metal buckles of the belts and... a pair of long, strong legs wrapped in camel-colored woolen casual pants.
Jian Ruochen's eyes wandered and his thoughts were vague.
This kick, can it kill someone?
He glanced at the other person again.
The man frowned and squatted down to pick up the scattered documents on the ground. His tone was distant and concise: "What's your name?"
The tone was almost the same as when recording a confession.
"Jian Ruochen." Jian Ruochen also squatted down to help pick up a few pieces of paper. He caught a glimpse of the small gray words on the header of the A4 paper.
"On-site Investigation Report of the Grove Murder Case at Hong Kong University Medical School".
It’s the case of Feng Jiaming.
Anything related to Feng Jiaming’s case is related to him.
You have to exchange a few pleasantries to build a good relationship, maybe it will be useful.
Jian Ruochen handed over the document and asked, "What's your name?"
"My last name is Guan." The man paused, "Guan Yingjun."
Guan Yingjun gathered the information and asked, "I am still staying at the police station after recording my statement. What's the matter?"
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows slightly.
How to say it?
It was the first time he met someone who spoke like a genius doing his homework.
It's so rigid, as if the process has been ignored and only the key steps have been written.
If someone with a slower brain came, he would definitely ask: How do you know I just finished giving my confession?
How do you know I want to stay in the police station?
How do you know I want to know your name?
Then, when he was glanced at by Guan Yingjun with impatience, he became angry and turned away.
Jian Ruochen was amused by his own analysis, and the perfunctory words on his lips involuntarily changed direction, "I want to meet the murderer of the 'Xiaogu Murder Case at the Medical College of Hong Kong University'."
Guan Yingjun then looked carefully at the young man in front of him.
The boy's hair was a little messy, he had a smile on his face, looked relaxed, his back was straight, and he was wearing an ill-fitting woolen suit jacket. There was neither confusion nor panic on his face, as if it was as normal for a suspect to enter the police station as it was to enter his home.
A pair of amber eyes hidden under slightly curled light-colored eyelashes, clear and insightful.
Guan Yingjun withdrew his gaze.
He is also responsible for the collision just now.
He didn't like owing others anything. Jian Ruochen looked unwell, and if he continued to wait, he would probably faint in the police station. It would be more reasonable to rest for a while before coming back.
Guan Yingjun raised his hand to look at his watch. "It's already twelve o'clock. When I came here, I saw that Officer Chen and his men had just left. It takes time to arrest people and take statements. You can come back around three o'clock."
Jian Ruochen bent his eyes: "Thank you."
Just a few pleasantries would be fine.
Wherever you go, more friends mean more paths.
It's been such a long time, he can take a nap first.
Jian Ruochen closed his eyes and yawned. When he opened his eyes, Guan Yingjun was nowhere to be found.
...What a quick movement.
Jian Ruochen put his hands back into his sleeves, strolled out of the police station, and got into the passenger seat of the Porsche classic car.
The heater delivers heat to the whole body with the scent of aromatherapy.
Jian Ruochen immediately spread himself out and leaned back on the leather chair as if melting.
The cold medicine is taking effect.
He was sweating and too sleepy to open his eyes. He muttered to Luo Binwen in the driver's seat, "I'm going to take a nap in the car. Wake me up at three o'clock. I want to see the suspect. Sorry to bother you, Uncle Luo..."
After he finished speaking, he fell asleep in a daze.
In a daze, I noticed someone quietly opened the car door, went out and came back.
A fresh cool breeze blew in through the gaps in the car windows, carrying with it one or two suppressed whispers.
"Sir Guan is indeed a former member of the CIB (Criminal Intelligence Bureau). His interrogation methods are so ruthless."
"It's the same in that department. After all, our CIB is the same as the CIA (Central Intelligence Agency) in the United States."
"He's so fierce, no wonder he's still not dating at 26... Hey, do you know why he's not still in CIB?"
"Don't say such gossip. You'll suffer for your words sooner or later." The deep male voice warned, smacking his lips, "Acai, do you have any cigarettes? Want one?"
Outside the window, there was a clear and bright "click" sound of a lighter being lit.
Jian Ruochen woke up completely.
He turned to look at the driver's seat, "What time is it?"
Luo Binwen: "Two forty."
It's about time and I feel much better.
The only doubt left is resolved!
Jian Ruochen stood up, put his fingers into his hair and casually stroked it, then opened the car door and walked into the police station.
After entering the door, passing the tea room and walking to the inquiry room, I saw Chen Yunchuan standing not far from the inquiry room with his arms folded.
Chen Yunchuan's face was full of fatigue, and there were some dark circles under his eyes.
She heard footsteps and saw Jian Ruochen. After a moment's pause, she pulled out her workbook, found the ID card inside and handed it over. "I'm sorry, I was in a hurry to catch someone and forgot to give it to you."
"Thank you." Jian Ruochen took it and looked at the one-way glass behind Chen Yunchuan.
There was a person sitting on the interrogation chair with his hands cuffed. He was unable to move, but he seemed to be suffering from great fear and was shaking like a sieve.
"Huo Jinze hasn't recognized him yet?" Jian Ruochen asked.
"I have admitted it. The DNA is irrefutable evidence. I have no choice but to admit it."
Chen Yunchuan gave Jian Ruochen a strange look, "But...Sir Guan felt that his motive for framing others was questionable and suspected that there was someone behind him, so he has been interrogating him until now."
Jian Ruochen was stunned. This was exactly what he thought.
The door of the interrogation room opened and Guan Yingjun walked out.
He wasn't wearing his camel trench coat, and his black turtleneck sweater was completely exposed.
Perhaps he got angry during the interrogation, as he rolled up both sleeves, revealing his muscular forearms.
Chen Yunchuan frowned: "If you interrogate like this, the higher-ups will scold you again if they find out."
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun had an attitude of doing whatever he wanted.
Chen Yunchuan took a deep breath.
Guan Yingjun walked up to Jian Ruochen and looked down at him, "I just watched your confession video."
Very capable.
He first cleverly transformed the suspect's identity into a witness, then deliberately avoided questions, took the initiative in the conversation, and then guided Chai Jinwu to think, gently asking about the suspect and the suspect's motives without revealing any information about himself.
Guan Yingjun stared at Jian Ruochen: "I have also checked your personal information and academic records."
None of the above are skills that a medical student should have.
There's a ghost.
Jian Ruochen felt some sweat on his back. He stared at Guan Yingjun without avoiding, and snorted, "Hmm?"
Looking away now would be tantamount to feeling guilty, and he couldn't do such a stupid thing.
He finally understood why "Acai" said that Sir Guan was good at interrogating people. Only talented spies could hold out when faced with such a gaze that seemed to be able to rip out one's heart and flesh.
Guan Yingjun was still staring at Jian Ruochen.
The boy had a smile at the corners of his eyes, and his slightly long light-colored hair hung to one side, as if it had been randomly pulled apart.
The beautifully shaped eyes are clear and innocent, and the ending tone hummed from the nasal cavity is full of doubt.
As if asking: What does what you said have to do with the case?
Guan Yingjun narrowed his eyes and tilted his head towards the interrogation room. "You said before that you wanted to meet the murderer. Is there anything you want to ask? Go in and ask."
Jian Ruo said carefully, this is obviously an open conspiracy.
Guan Yingjun was testing him to see if he would show his abilities when being questioned.
Hiding it means that you are guilty.
Fortunately, he had no intention of hiding.
Jian Ruochen carefully looked at Huo Jinze in the interrogation room. Seeing that his lips were chapped, he turned around, picked up a paper cup, filled it with warm water from the thermos bucket beside him, and walked into the interrogation room with it.
He walked into the interrogation room and placed the cup of water in front of Huo Jinze.
Huo Jin raised his eyes and moved his wrist, and the chain buckled on the interrogation chair, making a "kanglang kanglang" sound.
His hands were locked to the tabletop of his chair.
Not to mention drinking water, I can't even lift it up.
Jian Ruochen was silent for a few seconds before she picked up the paper cup and put it to Huo Jinze's lips, with her wrist slightly tilted.
He did this deliberately just to deepen Huo Jinze's impression that he was being helped. This was a way to make people let down their guard.
Huo Jinze's anxious swallowing sound echoed throughout the interrogation room.
He didn't waste a drop of water. He drank it all quickly and breathed a sigh of relief.
Outside the interrogation room, Guan Yingjun lit a cigarette and watched quietly.
Jian Ruochen turned around, pushed a chair and sat down face to face with Huo Jinze.
The two people were flush and close to each other.
Huo Jin could almost count Jian Ruochen's eyelashes.
He thought of the glass of water that was as sweet as rain just now.
The cup of water that I asked the police for for a long time but still couldn't get.
His voice was floating. "I put the blame on you, why did you give me water?"
"You look thirsty." Jian Ruochen paused, "Do you want to drink more?"
Huo Jinze's breathing stagnated, and he was almost overwhelmed by the guilt that suddenly rose in his heart.
He would rather be questioned hysterically, blamed, or even punched or slapped than face such kindness from the victim.
So what’s the difference between him and Feng Jiaming and Chai Jinwu!
Huo Jin clenched his fists, pressed hard against the interrogation chair, lowered his head, and his nose was full of sourness.
He clenched his teeth and asked, "What are you doing here?"
He was shaken.
It is much easier to interrogate college students than to interrogate old-timers in society.
Jian Ruochen: "I have a question for you."
He stretched out his hand, spread his five fingers, and placed them on Huo Jinze's fist. "Why did you frame me? Jiaming insulted you, and I understand you wanted to kill him. He deserved it. Chai Jinwu wrongly accused you of stealing, which made you unable to find a job. It's normal for you to hate him... But what about me?"
Jian Ruochen murmured, "You don't seem like the kind of person who would kill for a scholarship. Your professional performance is on par with mine. If you work hard, you have a chance to get a scholarship with your strength."
Outside the interrogation room, the cigarette in Guan Yingjun's mouth was half burned, and a long strip of ash accumulated on the cigarette holder.
He had never seen such good acting.
So flexible.
Even the tone was just right.
Doubt, sadness, sympathy, and a little heartache.
The suspect's eyes turned red with fright.
How could such a person not be popular in school?
How could it be disliked?
Or the file is wrong.
Or maybe he pretended to be at school.
Or Jian Ruochen has been replaced.
Guan Yingjun shook the ash into his portable ashtray, put it back in his mouth, exhaled another smoke ring, and sipped the black tea flavor in the tea: "Give me Jian Ruochen's information and files. I'll take another look."
Chen Yunchuan handed over the document and asked, "What's wrong?"
Guan Yingjun frowned slightly, "Jian Ruochen's personality is completely inconsistent with his confession during the interview, and it can even be said to be completely opposite. Has he had plastic surgery?"
Chen Yunchuan thought it was outrageous. "You mean someone is impersonating me? People who have had plastic surgery will have very stiff expressions. It's too difficult to have a natural look like Jian Ruochen. The whole face has to be moved. His expression is so vivid, it's impossible that he has had plastic surgery. Don't be too suspicious."
Guan Yingjun looked into the interrogation room and said, "Let's take another look."
Huo Jin's eyes were red and his tears fell on the interrogation chair.
Jian Ruochen turned around and took two pieces of paper from the interrogation table next to him, stacked them together and pressed them against Huo Jinze's face.
He waited quietly for a while, changing a few pieces of paper and wiping away Huo Jinze's tears. When the boy in the cheap fleece sweatshirt finally stopped crying, he asked again: "Okay, now tell me why you framed me?"
Huo Jin stared at Jian Ruochen's eyes, then looked at the paper balls that had been used to wipe his tears, and finally spoke: "Someone gave me a large sum of money. He is about 30 years old, and his last name is Jiang."
30 years old?
Jiang Mingshan is over fifty years old, while Jiang Hanyu is only nineteen.
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