Chapter 44 You Can Do Anything You Want to Me
Guan Yingjun took out his wooden gun and strode towards the direction where Jian Ruochen had left. The veins on his neck and the back of his hands were tense. "Jian Ruochen went to the public restroom."
Zhang Xingzong cursed, reached back, and pulled out his gun. "The murderer is in such a hurry to show up. It must be because Jian Ruochen hit the nail on the head. He was so angry. The murderer is really not Aji!"
Guan Yingjun's face remained expressionless, his lips were straightened, not revealing any emotion, but the hand that was not holding the gun was shaking slightly, "Divide into twos and surround them. Bi Qianqian and Ding Gao stay behind to guard the crime scene."
He suddenly felt that the breath between his nostrils was trembling slightly.
The scene was like a battlefield.
Anything is possible.
He had been an undercover agent and a criminal policeman for a year, so he should have been used to it. But when Jian Ruochen was in it, he felt an unprecedented fear.
Is fear of loss also a sequelae of "love"?
Guan Yingjun didn't dare to think about it too much, and took Zhang Xingzong to the main entrance of the bathroom.
…
In the public restroom.
Jian Ruochen was washing his hands in front of the last basin.
The sound of water dripping makes a rustling sound.
Soon, the sound was drowned out by a heavy dragging sound.
Jian Ruochen paused for a moment, quickly tightened the faucet, and moved sideways to hide in a blind spot.
The sound was wrong, like someone was dragging a hammer along.
"Deng-dong"
There was a dull thud on the floor tiles, and a heavy, muffled voice came from the door, "Hello."
"Anyone there?"
This is definitely not the reaction a normal person would have after entering a public restroom.
This is directed at him.
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes, touched his pocket, and took out a pair of shiny silver bracelets.
Fortunately, he was prepared and took Guan Yingjun's handcuffs before coming.
When he revealed to reporters that "Aji is not Aji", he expected this to happen.
People with Asperger's syndrome have difficulty controlling their emotions.
When they encounter problems, they either try to escape frantically or become unreasonable.
The murderer with Asperger's only needs to be present. After hearing what he said to the reporters, they would be irritated by him and jump out on their own initiative.
The work at the forensic side is complicated and the progress is slow.
He didn't know how long it would take to put the body together, and waiting for clues was not his style.
The person at the door couldn't wait any longer and laughed muffledly.
"I saw you come in."
He dragged the hammer and knocked on the door of the first cubicle, "Knock, knock."
“Knock, knock…”
The footsteps gradually approached, the heavy breathing became more and more obvious, and the sound of the hammer dragging made people's scalp tingle.
Jian Ruochen held his breath and concentrated.
The murderer is fat and moves slower than the average person. As long as you can move flexibly and hit the target with one shot, it will be fine.
He closed his eyes, adjusted his breathing, and stood up straight against the wall.
When the fat man knocked on the second cubicle at the end, he couldn't help it anymore and laughed, "In the last cubicle?"
He walked to the door of the last compartment and bent down suddenly.
He was so fat that when he bent over, the fat on his belly piled up and restricted his movements.
But he didn't care. He bent over the ground and peeked inside through the gap between the toilet cubicle door and the ground.
The pair of eyes that were squeezed into a slit by the flesh suddenly widened.
No one!
How come there is no one here?
His eyes turned and suddenly saw
There was a pair of feet at the sink where the mop was behind the cubicle!
The fat man supported himself on the ground and tried to get up, but his movements were very slow.
Jian Ruochen aimed at the fat man's wrist, jumped out nimbly, and handcuffed him to the support pole on the ground under the toilet cubicle.
His heart was beating wildly.
There was a layer of sweat on his back and his hair was stuck to his forehead.
The fat man squatted on the ground with a hideous smile on his face.
He tightly grasped the iron-black construction hammer in his left hand, and then suddenly pulled his right hand.
“Bang!”
The welded steel support rods under the compartment made a loud noise.
Jian Ruochen quickly took a few steps back, leaving the range of the hammer.
How come this fat guy is so strong?
Jian Ruochen took out his pager, quickly entered Guan Yingjun's address, and said concisely: Come!
“Bang!”
The fat man dragged his arm frantically, and the huge force caused a crack in the wooden door panel.
Jian Ruochen made a prompt decision, turned around and walked towards the door.
Just now he had the upper hand due to his cleverness. If the fat man had broken free from the handcuffs and faced him head-on, he might not have won.
He ran a few steps toward the door and suddenly stopped.
The door is locked!
"Bang——"
“Squeak—”
The sound of the wood breaking became more and more obvious.
Jian Ruochen grasped the bathroom handle and twisted it.
Can't turn it, locked.
what to do?
He had planned everything, but he didn't expect that the murderer had the key to the public toilet door!
…
Outside the public restroom.
Guan Yingjun has arrived.
He raised his hand and turned the bathroom door, locking it.
Guan Yingjun could clearly hear the increasingly rapid heartbeat. His mouth was dry, his breathing was slightly choked, and he even felt a little dizzy. "How many doors does this toilet have?"
"Two." Zhang Xingzong said softly, "Now there are two."
Guan Yingjun took out the silencer from the side of the wooden compartment cover and installed it. He said, "Move aside."
Zhang Xingzong stepped back immediately.
Guan Yingjun turned the door handle again, but it didn't budge. He then immediately raised his hand and punched the keyhole with a wooden punch, then kicked hard at the door lock that was damaged by the bullet.
The huge force kicked the door lock directly off the door frame.
The door hit the wall behind it due to inertia and bounced back.
Guan Yingjun pushed the door, walked quickly inside, and saw the second door between the sink and the bathroom.
The lock of this door was shaking slightly, as if someone was trying to pry it open from behind.
Zhang Xingzong immediately raised his voice and shouted, "Jian Ruochen?"
Jian Ruochen was stunned, "It's me."
As he answered, his hands did not stop. He suddenly pushed the bank card into the crack of the door, poked it hard, and then slid it up and down quickly.
Then press the door handle.
Pried open.
Guan Yingjun's gaze fell on Jian Ruochen and moved around.
The boy was holding a tattered black card in his hand, his eyes full of excitement. He was not injured, his hair that had just been straightened was a little messy, there was a little extra sweat on his forehead, and the sweat on the tip of his nose gathered into a bead that was about to fall off...
Guan Yingjun's heart suddenly relaxed, and the tip of his nose felt slightly sore.
Just as I was about to speak, a loud noise came from the bathroom -
“Bang!”
When the fat man saw Jian Ruochen open the door, he instantly burst out with amazing strength and pulled hard, regardless of the fact that his wrists were cut by the handcuffs.
The board broke.
He stood up and took a step forward, dragging the hammer.
Jian Ruochen immediately made way, "Quick, murderer!"
Guan Yingjun subconsciously touched his pocket, but the handcuffs were not there.
Not here?
He was stunned and turned to look at the fat man, his eyes fell on the handcuffs hanging between his right wrists.
Jian Ruochen actually took his handcuffs before coming to the public restroom. Fortunately, Jian Ruochen is smart enough and considers things carefully. Otherwise, I can’t imagine what will happen.
Guan Yingjun said in a hoarse voice: "Zhang Xingzong, use your handcuffs."
The two of them worked together to subdue the irrational man who had no control over his emotions at all, and followed Liu Sizheng and the others to put the man into the police car.
Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng looked at each other with sweat on their foreheads.
Zhang Xingzong: …
"Ah Zheng, do you think Jian Ruochen is a little weird?"
Liu Sizheng said, "I think it's normal. He probably expected that the murderer might return to the scene to watch the police investigate the case, so he said those words to the reporter."
“Isn’t that even more bizarre?” Zhang Xingzong shuddered. “The last person who was so meticulous was Director Le more than a decade ago…Isn’t that what Brother Yi did when he was young? He arrested many criminals.”
Liu Si was calculating Jian Ruochen's age, and suddenly gave him a meaningful look, "Don't tell me, it's still uncertain who will be the next number one."
Jian Ruochen is smart and capable, sweet-talking and knows how to behave, and is very popular with the elders. I am young and rich enough, and I have a lot of time to accumulate experience.
Not to mention that he has strong capital and natural advantages in the political and business circles.
Maybe Jian Ruochen can really become the top brother.
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Guan Yingjun took Jian Ruochen into his car.
In silence, he removed the silencer from the handgun and put it away.
A faint smell of gunpowder immediately spread in the car.
Jian Ruochen sat in the passenger seat, his eyes fixed on Guan Yingjun's hands.
The man's fingers were still trembling slightly, and he used extra force when rubbing the wooden bin, causing the parts on the bin to make creaking sounds under the heavy load.
Jian Ruochen opened his mouth, glanced at Guan Yingjun's expression, and was surprised for a moment.
This person...it doesn't seem like a simple physiological reaction to him.
If it were just a purely physiological reaction, the emotions wouldn't be so tense.
Guan Yingjun finished wiping the wooden cabinet, took the orange juice from the cup holder and handed it to Jian Ruochen, saying in a hoarse voice, "Drink some."
Jian Ruochen looked at Guan Yingjun's chapped lips, thought for a while after taking it, and finally opened the lid of the cup and handed it to him, "Drink it."
Obviously, he was the one facing difficulties, but Guan Yingjun seemed to need the sweet orange juice to calm down more than he did.
Guan Yingjun didn't reach out to take it.
He lowered his head and took a sip from Jian Ruochen's hand.
Freshly squeezed orange juice is slightly bitter and has a very distinct sour taste.
He likes to eat lighter food and has never liked freshly squeezed orange juice, which is bitter, sweet and astringent. But this time, he felt that this ordinary glass of orange juice was delicious.
Sweet.
It even seems to have a honey grapefruit flavor.
He paused for a moment, then took a big gulp and drank half the cup in one breath.
Jian Ruochen held the cup and tilted it slightly.
Seeing that Guan Yingjun had drunk half a cup and wanted to drink more, he immediately pulled the cup back and said, "Leave some for me."
Who drinks a glass of orange juice in one gulp?
Guan Yingjun licked his lips and looked at Jian Ruochen steadily, "I'm sorry."
Jian Ruochen: ...
He thought of the third thing he had tricked Guan Yingjun into revealing...
Guan Yingjun's voice was so sluggish and hoarse at the time. He said, "I shouldn't want to hold your hand..."
Whenever he heard the word "I'm sorry", he thought of this sentence.
Jian Ruochen quickly looked away, "Just drink a few more sips of orange juice. I won't blame you for this."
Guan Yingjun shook his head, leaned over, and said carefully: "I know you won't be angry, you just don't take me seriously anymore."
Jian Ruochen's eyebrows twitched slightly.
Turned to look at Guan Yingjun.
Sir Guan’s expression was very calm, and he didn’t even have the embarrassment he showed when he said “I shouldn’t want to hold your hand”.
He analyzed the relationship between the two as if it were a key case and regained his sanity.
Guan Yingjun: "I apologize to you. It's up to you whether you forgive me or not."
He whispered, "Whether I can make you take me seriously again depends on my ability."
Jian Ruo said thoughtfully, then I want to see what you can do.
As soon as he finished thinking, Guan Yingjun grabbed his hand and placed it on the side of his face.
My palms felt hot.
The young and handsome inspector lowered his eyes, exposing his neck, completely defenseless, exposing the most vulnerable part of the human body.
Guan Yingjun glanced at Jian Ruochen's expression and said softly, "You can do whatever you want."
Jian Ruochen leaned back slightly.
Guan Yingjun is just like this. It’s not that he doesn’t know how to please others or that he doesn’t know how to deal with people. He just doesn’t think it’s necessary.
Once it's done, it's done with such force, it's earth-shattering, and the contrast is so great that it's hard to guard against.
Jian Ruochen carefully retracted his hand, "It's getting late, I think it's better to pack up now, what do you think, Inspector Guan?"
Guan Yingjun suddenly laughed.
Compared with the cold "Da Ming" and the toneless "Sir Guan", he now actually prefers the "Inspector Guan" which has a bit of temper.
It's a good thing to have emotions.
Guan Yingjun picked up the intercom, and his voice was unconsciously filled with a hint of relief. "Attention all units, seal off the scene and withdraw. We will start the visit tomorrow, and hold a targeted meeting at 3 pm."
Jian Ruochen leaned on the passenger seat, put the lid back on the cup, and drank the remaining half cup of orange juice from the cup.
Guan Yingjun looked at him holding the cup with both hands and licking the rim, then suddenly looked away.
Jian Ruochen was amused by what he saw.
Oh my god, Guan Yingjun is really too naive. He appears to be mature, steady and well-balanced, but in fact he is a pure lover who would lift his hands at the slightest touch.
Isn't it just drinking the same glass of water?
Is it worth such a big reaction?
He held back his laughter and coughed several times, his face turning red.
Guan Yingjun started the car and said, "I'll take you home first."
Jian Ruochen: "Oh, thank you."
Guan Yingjun didn't wait for the small talk, and took the initiative to speak: "You actually subdued him with just a pair of handcuffs..."
He really didn't expect that Jian Ruochen could think calmly in that situation, protecting himself while catching the criminal.
The psychological quality to be able to defuse a bomb on a ferry is indeed extraordinary.
Guan Yingjun: "How did you pry the door open later?"
Jian Ruochen: ...
He took out his black card and said, "I used a bank card to pry it open. The old-fashioned door locks are not very tight. Usually, you can just insert it and swipe it to open it."
My bank card was scratched and I need to get a new one. I have to go to the bank another day.
Jian Ruochen fell asleep while thinking.
It was almost one in the morning and he was really tired.
The fat man was scarier than he thought.
Guan Yingjun glanced sideways and felt that today was really confusing.
He used to laugh at Liu Qishang, saying that he had become unlike himself in order to pursue Lin Yazhi.
Now it's his turn, and he realizes how powerful the hormones emitted by love are.
When people love, their rationality will take a back seat and they will make decisions based on their instinctive impulse.
Become unlike yourself.
…
Jian Ruochen slept until the next morning.
He woke up in a trance looking at the ceiling of his room.
Um?
Did he go out yesterday?
How come I was in Guan Yingjun’s car when I fell asleep and in bed when I woke up?
At the bedroom door, Luo Binwen knocked on the door and came in with a cart filled with clothes. "Good morning, young master."
Jian Ruochen sat up, thinking that she had just dreamed, "How did I get back yesterday?"
Luo Binwen's fingers that were holding the cart suddenly clenched, "It was that policeman who carried you back. Of course, I didn't let him in."
Jian Ruochen: ...I always feel that this face has a dagger hidden behind its smile.
Luo Binwen chuckled four times: "Here is your letter today, and the flowers someone sent you."
Jian Ruochen:?
letter? So retro?
He took the letter and opened it with a letter opener, revealing sharp handwriting in fountain pen.
[Mr. Jian, I am glad to receive your letter.] 】
【Seeing you in person...】
In the middle was an apology. Jian Ruochen read it quickly and found the key and useful information: [Meeting in West Kowloon at 3pm - Guan Yingjun. 】
It seems I didn’t have a dream yesterday.
Jian Ruochen picked up the bouquet on the cart and took a look. It seemed to be yellow roses and baby's breath. The yellow and white together were beautiful and lovely.
Finally, there was no "I was wrong" or "I'm sorry" written on the small card in the bouquet.
Just drew a smiley face.
Jian Ruochen was amused. Sir Guan was really funny when he was coaxing people.
He handed the flowers back to Luo Binwen: "Put it in the living room, where you can see it as soon as you enter the entrance."
He wanted to see what Guan Yingjun's expression would be when he saw the bouquet of flowers.
Luo Binwen gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, young master."
He said, "By the way, the total investment in the electronic technology company you bought is about 400 million. This morning, we received news that a portable electronic computer has been produced."
"Oh?" Jian Ruochen got out of bed and changed clothes.
Well, today is a really good day, a double blessing.
Caught the guy who knew where the factory was.
We received good news that the laptop computer was successfully developed.
"Promote it well." Jian Ruochen looked at Luo Binwen with a smile, "We are going to start making money."
Butler Luo: ...
To be honest, he was not optimistic about this project and felt that he would not make much money.
That thing costs too much and few people can afford it.
He asked doubtfully, "Aren't you going to take a look?"
"Let's do it another day." Jian Ruochen glanced at the wall clock. "The results of the transfer exam will be out tomorrow. Today is my last day off. I have to go to West Kowloon to interrogate the prisoner."
This prisoner is directly related to the drug manufacturing site in Lu Qian.
China's anti-drug efforts are so strong that he has been watching anti-drug propaganda films since he was a child.
Now when I see someone trafficking drugs, I feel like ants are crawling all over my body.
Ah... it feels like shooting a drug dealer.
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