Chapter 43 I was wrong
Jian Ruochen opened his mouth and was about to speak when he heard a voice behind him.
"No." Guan Yingjun came over at some point. "We've had the aluminum box for a while, but we haven't found any similar samples on the market, which means this lunch box hasn't been sold in the market."
Song Xuyi understood half of it, but hesitated to speak, and wanted to ask but didn't dare.
Jian Ruochen looked between the two of them and explained, "There are no retail products on the market, which means that the middlemen have not received the goods from the suppliers."
"The middlemen didn't get it, but the murderer was able to get a large number of lunch boxes through wholesale, which means the murderer must have a close relationship with the manufacturer."
Song Xuyi suddenly realized, "So that's it!"
He just didn't get his mind around this.
Sir Guan always only explains half of the thing. Most people cannot keep up with his thinking and simply cannot understand.
It still depends on Jian Ruochen.
Song Xuyi swung the sulfuric acid paper in his hand, "That is to say, even if this murderer has nothing to do with Lu Qian, he must be related to the manufacturer. Catching him is equivalent to finding the location of the factory!"
As long as they can find the lunch box factory, they can follow the clues to find Lu Qian's drug manufacturing site!
Taking down the drug manufacturing site is equivalent to cutting off Lu Qian's thigh.
He rushed over, hugged Jian Ruochen's shoulders tightly, patted him twice, and was so excited that he couldn't speak.
They searched almost every corner of West Kowloon for the lunch box, and even after searching all the informants, they still couldn't find any breakthrough clues.
I didn't expect to see the light of day today.
Jian Ruochen was shaken by the iron sand palm, half of his body was numb, and he was in a trance for a while.
Brother Song, why don’t you just question me?
This kind of admiration and love is really a bit too heavy...
Ten minutes later, the Forensic Science Department collected all the evidence at the scene and handed the interim on-site report to Guan Yingjun.
Xiang Jingrong's face was full of fatigue. "Sir Guan, this time the body parts are too many and too broken, and a large number of bones are missing. We will try our best to piece together the body within a week and give you a detailed autopsy report and victim analysis."
"From the shoe prints in the ice storage and the underground slaughterhouse, it seems that the murderer acted alone. This is his footprint analysis."
Xiang Jingrong handed the report to Guan Yingjun, "It is indeed the same as Jian Ruochen's speculation. The murderer is 174cm tall. After calculation, he weighs about 175kg. He is short and fat, so he should be very strong."
He sounded listless and sleepy. It was really exhausting to sort out the corpses in the kitchen and freezer.
Xiang Jingrong took off his bloodstained gloves and threw them into the garbage bag he was carrying. "You have an extra Jian Ruochen. He can draw a suspect profile faster than a forensic doctor."
The envy and jealousy in his tone were undisguised.
Guan Yingjun read the information quickly, and glanced at the boy beside him who was waiting to read the report. He said, "He is born to be a policeman. He has a sense of justice and a good heart. He knows the case handling procedures very well, and he can go out on field duty with us without changing his expression."
"You can help me with interrogations inside and gain sales outside."
"He's become an expert in his own right when it comes to solving crimes."
Xiang Jingrong was stunned by what he heard.
Did he mean by what he just said that he wanted to hear someone brag about it?
What does this mean?
Guan Yingjun saw that he was jealous, so he showed off to make him even more jealous?
So bad?
Guan Yingjun went on to praise him, "Teacher Li said there is nothing much to teach him about micro-expressions, and now he can only teach behavioral profiling. Don't be fooled by how accurate he is now, he has actually only been learning it for a short time."
Xiang Jingrong looked dazed.
How strange.
After working together for such a long time, this seems to be the first time Guan Yingjun has praised someone.
It turns out that Guan Yingjun has emotional intelligence and is good at speaking.
When Guan Yingjun mobilizes his intelligence and quotient to speak, it really makes people feel happy, and his flattery makes people feel very comfortable.
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips, glanced at Xiang Jingrong's expression, and said modestly: "Behavioral profiling and forensic identification technology complement each other and are indispensable. Sir Xiang's data is cautious, more stable, and well-founded."
Xiang Jingrong felt very comfortable with what he said, but he didn't know how to respond for a moment.
What kind of scene is this?
He has never experienced it.
Guan Yingjun ignored Xiang Jingrong and kept talking, "The people in the serious crime squad said he was the Little God of Wealth, but I think he looks more like Guanyin."
Xiang Jingrong reacted, "Indeed, Guanyin is the Bodhisattva of Wisdom."
Guan Yingjun said: "Yes, he also helped the police officers in your photo team out of trouble. He was able to borrow money from the treasury, was quick-witted, and had a kind heart."
Jian Ruochen was frightened by the praise, but was also a little curious about what Guan Yingjun would do next.
It's too much to praise...
If you praise me again, he will stop me.
As soon as this thought came to his mind, Guan Yingjun turned to the last page of the report in his hand.
He closed it and handed it over, "Take a look."
Jian Ruochen took it and actually felt a little regretful.
Guan Yingjun looked at the top of Jian Ruochen's head, lost in thought for a moment, then turned around and asked, "Xiang Sir, do you have anything else to report?"
Xiang Jingrong said "Oh", "The murderer used an electric saw to cut the body into basketball-sized pieces, and then used a kitchen knife to cut it into smaller pieces, so there are so many cuts on the kitchen knife."
"As for the murder weapon, we haven't found it yet. We have to wait until all the skeletons are pieced together before we can determine what weapon the murderer used to kill."
After he finished speaking, he glanced at his watch and said, "We'll leave first. We have to stay up late today, so you guys get busy."
By the time the car carrying the forensic department and the body parts started, Jian Ruochen had finished reading the report in his hand.
He murmured in confusion, "How could there be only one murderer?"
Guan Yingjun's expression was stern, "What do you mean?"
This was the second time Jian Ruochen had raised such doubts, and he would never make a point without a purpose.
"I can't figure out the gap left by the kitchen knife." Jian Ruochen was a little absent-minded.
"Asperger's syndrome is accompanied by a certain degree of stereotyped behavior. The murderer should be accustomed to cutting things with the front edge or the back edge. According to this habit of either one or the other, he would not have made the knife into that shape..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a sneer came from behind him.
Jian Ruochen turned his head and saw that the district police led by Colin had not yet evacuated. They were standing by and craning their necks to look.
The one laughing was not Colin, but a brown-haired Englishman with sparse hair on his forehead next to him.
He said in fluent British English: "The forensic doctor said that there was only one footprint at the crime scene, so there must be only one murderer."
Zhang Xingzong had just finished the first round of interviews with the onlookers and happened to come in from outside.
As soon as he saw the wall, he began to retch. He raised his hand, accurately pushed Colin and the Englishman aside and stood outside, shouting, "Sir Guan, let's talk outside. It's too much of a hindrance inside."
Jian Ruochen: Haha.
Zhang Xingzong actually took out his anger by blaming someone else indirectly.
As he walked out, Zhang Xingzong immediately said, "I just asked around, and the onlookers said that the owner of this steamed rice restaurant is called Chen Ji, and everyone usually calls him Boss Aji."
Zhang Xingzong frowned, "Neighbors and nearby merchants said that Aji had been selling steamed rice for a total of eight years. More than a year ago, he suddenly closed the shop for half a year. Everyone thought he had returned when he was not open."
"After coming back, Aji gained a lot of weight, became less talkative, and liked to wear a hat and a mask. But the steamed rice he made had more meat and tasted better than before, and his business became booming."
"Aji sometimes pulls a cart to deliver lunch boxes to the homeless under the overpass. People in this commercial street have a good impression of him."
Colin, who was standing next to him, looked like he wanted to run away. He said in shock, "Don't the reporters and the public know that what this store sells is human flesh?"
His voice was not actually very loud, and normally people outside the cordon would not be able to hear it.
But the reporters were all alert and kept their eyes and ears sharp, paying close attention to the scene.
They were already trying to find ways to get information, and now when they vaguely heard Colin's words, they immediately became agitated.
"What? Aji is selling human flesh?"
"It's not Aji who's in trouble?"
"Then, doesn't it mean that anyone who has eaten lunch boxes in Aji's store has eaten human flesh?"
“Oh my god—”
Some of the onlookers who were standing with the reporters vomited on the spot.
Zhang Xingzong wanted to kill Colin, "Who trained you?"
Although he was a gentle and kind man in Group A of the General Region, he was very majestic outside. "Whoever asked you to stay here, get out of here right now!"
Colin knew he had gotten into big trouble.
He opened his mouth, glanced at the expressions of the police officers present, and dared not say a word.
What bad luck! I finally came across a case worthy of a second-class merit, but it was taken away by the district headquarters the next moment. And today, such a big embarrassment happened...
He was unhappy with the district, but he couldn't vent his anger on the police in the district, so he had to vent his anger on the reporters, "What are you doing here? What are you looking at?"
Instead of dispersing, the reporters pressed closer to Colin, almost sticking the microphone in his mouth. "You just said that this store sells human flesh. Is this true?"
"Is there any progress in the case now? Is Aji the one who committed such a cruel murder?"
"It must be Aji! Would you ask?"
"I'll do it!"
The reporter pushed all his colleagues aside and asked, "What are the characteristics of Aji? He is so dangerous, he must have killed a lot of people, right? The police should release his information so that the public can pay attention to him!"
Everyone: "Yes! Publish the information!"
Colin had never seen such a scene before. His face turned pale under the flashlight. "I don't know."
Normally, it is nothing unusual to say "I don't know", but saying it in front of reporters at the crime scene is like pouring cold water into a frying pan!
The reporters were shocked:
"have no idea?"
"Don't the police have any clues now?"
"It's been so long, and we haven't even determined where the suspect might have fled to?"
"When did the Kowloon police become so incompetent!"
When talking about incompetence, people think of Jian Ruochen who refuted rumors about his incompetence.
The reporters were silent for a moment, "Where's Jian Ruochen? We want to interview him!"
Jian Ruochen turned around and took a step towards the reporter, but was quickly grabbed by the wrist.
Guan Yingjun's throat tightened.
Teacher Li is right. Jian Ruochen is now highly tied to West Kowloon. They prosper together and suffer together. He gradually replaced the external image of the Regional Police Station and became the living symbol of the police station.
He will be under extraordinary pressure.
Guan Yingjun used force with his fingers to pull Jian Ruochen back, "The flash is too bright, don't go."
He said in a deep voice: "I'll do it."
Jian Ruochen patted the back of his hand and said, "Just put some eye drops in a while. This case is so strange. I have some guesses that I want to verify."
He twisted his wrist, easily freed himself from the restraint, and walked in front of the reporters, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."
The sound of shutter clicks rang out one after another.
A white light flashed before Jian Ruochen's eyes, and soon he saw a double image.
He didn't look away, staring straight at one point, and said firmly, "The murderer may not be Aji."
What?
After the words were spoken, the whole place fell silent.
Zhang Xingzong almost stopped breathing, "If the murderer is Chen Ji in the end, Jian Ruochen will be under great pressure from public opinion..."
Guan Yingjun said: "I have a way to protect him."
Zhang Xingzong: "What do you have in mind?"
The West Kowloon Region was criticized so badly before, why didn’t you bring it out?
Guan Yingjun said in a flat tone, "Just say that I told him to say that."
Zhang Xingzong: …
OK, OK, OK.
In this way, the one who is under heavy pressure from public opinion becomes Guan Sir.
Isn't this a good idea?
Jian Ruochen is experiencing temporary blindness.
But the reporter felt that his gaze was scorching and his aura was so intimidating that people dared not look him in the face.
Jian Ruochen said: "The murderer is short and fat, about 175cm tall and weighs around 170kg."
The reporter interrupted, "Isn't that Boss Aji?"
"No." Jian Ruochen glanced in the direction where the voice came from.
The reporter shrank his neck.
Jian Ruochen: "Some people confessed that Aji Steamed Rice Restaurant closed for a period of time a year and a half ago. After Aji came back, he was fatter and less talkative. He started wearing a hat and a mask to hide his identity. I suspect that the real Aji was replaced by someone else a year and a half ago."
"As for the real Aji, we are not sure where he went."
He suspected that Fatty killed Aji and replaced Aji as the owner of Aji Steamed Rice Restaurant.
This can explain why there were only one person's footprints in the kitchen, but the kitchen knife had traces of being used by two people.
People with Asperger's syndrome who outwardly manifest as hoarding disorders do keep the murder weapon from their first murder as a souvenir.
That kitchen knife was most likely the murder weapon that killed Aji.
The reporters were immediately horrified.
The onlookers nearby vomited two more times.
"More than a year ago, there was a period of time when the food at Aji Restaurant was very oily. Ugh—"
"It can't be Boss Aji's meat..."
"Yeah, Aji was fat before, but not this fat."
Jian Ruochen said into the microphone: "I hope that citizens will be alert to the fat man who is about 175 cm tall. He may conceal his whereabouts by exposing his facial features and no longer wearing a mask and hat to show a face that contradicts the police's inference."
"That's all I have to say."
He said and stood there without moving.
Guan Yingjun immediately realized that Jian Ruochen couldn't see clearly, so he quickly stepped forward, put a hand on his shoulder, and waved, "Everyone can go back to writing the press release."
The reporters got what they wanted and immediately dispersed.
Guan Yingjun held Jian Ruochen's slightly thin shoulders, slowly closing his fingers, and waited until all the reporters had left before saying, "I was wrong before."
Jian Ruochen closed his eyes and slowed down, "You are right."
It's normal for the police to be suspicious.
But if it happens too many times, even the clay man will get annoyed.
Once the issues between the Lu and Jiang families are resolved, he can use the regional police station as a springboard and jump into the police department.
Guan Yingjun's throat tightened: "I'm sorry."
Towards the end of January, the temperature in Hong Kong gradually warmed up.
Jian Ruochen stood in the wind, laughed, turned his head and looked over, "I'm sorry, I was wrong, I was wrong. Then you hide your doubts in your heart, will you dare to do it next time?"
Guan Yingjun said: "It won't happen this time... I know where I went wrong."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows in surprise.
Did this guy realize where he was wrong?
"where?"
Guan Yingjun said: "I shouldn't have taken you to the Dashangtuo Stone Mine without your consent."
He let go of Jian Ruo's hand, stood side by side and looked into the distance, "I shouldn't have taken you to see Li Changyu in the middle of the night. Li Changyu is my uncle and your teacher. There is a difference between relatives and strangers. This would be very offensive."
Jian Ruochen: ...
Do you really know?
Could it be that Teacher Li taught him this?
He blinked, and suddenly had some bad intentions, "What else?"
If I keep asking, will Guan Yingjun make one up?
Guan Yingjun really made up a story, "I shouldn't have been holding your hand..."
He had never said such reckless words before. The more he spoke, the lower his voice became, and the more he spoke, the less he could go on.
After several hours, he finally understood what Jian Ruochen meant when he said "You are really good."
Jian Ruochen's ears suddenly turned red.
He suddenly remembered Guan Yingjun's hot palm and turned his head away uncomfortably.
After Guan Yingjun finished speaking, he repeated in a calm tone: "I offended you. I'm sorry."
Jian Ruochen tried to evade the question and said, "Give me the eye drops."
Guan Yingjun slowly pushed it in.
Jian Ruochen raised his head and hand, ordered the medicine neatly, and stuffed it back into his pocket. "I drank too much orange juice. I see there is a public restroom nearby, let's go."
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun responded.
Apologies don't seem to work...
He turned and walked towards Zhang Xingzong, inspected the scene with his team members, and sorted out their ideas on the case.
After a while, Liu Sizheng came running over in a panic.
Liu Sizheng's face was covered in sweat and he looked terrified: "Sir Guan, there was no one at the crime scene just now. The secret door behind the kitchen compartment was opened, and there were rows of hammers inside!"
Liu Sizheng swallowed his saliva and said in panic: "The hammer is fixed to the wall with a storage card. The leftmost clip is empty. There should be a long hammer missing."
The forensic department did not find any secret door in the kitchen just now.
That thing must be known only to the murderer himself.
The murderer is nearby!
Guan Yingjun's breathing stagnated, his throat tightened, and he raised his wrist to look at his watch.
Ten minutes.
"Why hasn't Jian Ruochen come back yet?"
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