Chapter 45: Race against time with Lu Qian
The winter in Hong Kong is not long. By mid-January, the temperature has risen to around 20 degrees.
A little after two in the afternoon.
Jian Ruochen took a quick shower, changed her clothes, and sat on the sofa in the living room, eating afternoon tea while blowing her hair.
The hot air sprayed on the top of the head, making the soreness in the shoulders less severe.
Behind him, Luo Binwen was shaking the hair dryer, asking amid the whirring sound: "Young Master, do you have any requirements for your significant other?"
Jian Ruochen held a mouthful of French toast in his mouth, his expression slightly stunned, "I don't have any requirements... Just a nice person is enough."
Luo Binwen is so disappointed with his friend, how can he not have any demands?
His young master is good in every way except that he likes cheap men, which makes it hard for people to feel at ease.
Luo Binwen said carefully: "Men always have feelings first and responsibilities later. But if you don't have responsibilities, you are not a man. Lu Qian is such a person."
"Yeah." Jian Ruochen agreed.
Luo Binwen: "Lu Qian may appear to be a man on the surface, but psychologically he is already castrated."
Jian Ruochen: "..."
"Um."
Butler Luo, so sharp.
I must have watched a lot of Hong Kong dramas in my spare time.
Jian Ruochen picked up the second French toast with a small silver fork.
This snack is made by cutting off the edges of toast. Luo Binwen made them into bite-sized pieces, which have a rich flavor.
The previous one is cream cheese, and the next one may be bacon and lettuce.
It tastes like opening a blind box, very novel.
While enjoying the delicious food, he listened to people scolding Lu Qian.
This feeling is also quite novel.
Luo Binwen gushed, "Having a sense of responsibility comes first, and secondly, having money."
Jian Ruochen paused chewing.
He was openly scolding Lu Qian before, but now he is indirectly attacking Guan Sir?
Sir Guan just sent him back and never expressed his love for him. Uncle Luo was so scared that he was almost paranoid.
Luo Binwen quietly gave a warning, "Only rich men will choose true love over love and money, otherwise money will always come first for them."
Jian Ruochen felt a numbness in his mouth, and after tasting it carefully, he found that there was a piece of pepper-fried meat in the French toast.
So novel.
He smiled and turned around, resting his chin on the back of the sofa to look at Butler Luo, "I know, but who in Hong Kong is richer than me now?"
Luo Binwen was speechless.
At this moment, he felt that the tone he had just used was like that of the evil mother-in-law in a Hong Kong drama who advised people to break up.
"Uncle Luo, you are like my father." Jian Ruochen has never felt any concrete fatherly love in his life.
His parents’ comrades-in-arms certainly loved him, but that was just the love from an elder, not the feeling of a father.
Jian Ruochen raised his head and asked half-jokingly: "Uncle Luo, do you want to be my godfather?"
Luo Binwen looked stunned and subconsciously reached out to touch his pocket watch.
If Jian Ruochen had any trace of Jiang Mingshan in him, he wouldn't have cared for the young master as much as he does now.
The young master looks...
He really looks like his mother.
The ease that Luo Binwen had firmly welded to his body suddenly dissipated.
I didn't know how to respond for a moment.
“Ding-ling-ling——”
The doorbell rang. Jian Ruochen's eyes curved, and he turned around, jumped off the sofa, and walked to the entrance in his slippers.
He knew that Guan Yingjun would definitely come to pick someone up today.
Teacher Li is right. Guan Sir is stubborn. Once he has made up his mind, he will never give up.
The hall footman opened the door.
Jian Ruochen half leaned on the wooden cabinet in the hallway and looked out the door, "Thank you for sending me home yesterday."
Very polite.
Guan Yingjun: "No thanks, it's my duty."
He was unsure of Jian Ruochen's attitude, so he glanced back and landed on the inserted flowers.
The flower was not thrown away, which meant that Jian Ruochen gave him some chance.
The flowers were placed at the door, not in private spaces such as the bedroom or study.
This means that although Jian Ruochen gave him opportunities, they were not many.
This flower is placed here, probably for him to see.
Guan Yingjun retracted his gaze and lowered his eyes to see Jian Ruochen bending over to put on his shoes.
The boy was wearing a light blue hooded sweatshirt and light grey cropped casual pants today. When she bent down to tie the laces of her sneakers, a slender ankle was exposed.
White and beautiful.
Guan Yingjun curled up his fingers and clenched them slightly.
Jian Ruochen stood up and said, "Okay, let's go to the police station."
As he spoke, he did not forget about Steward Luo behind him and turned around to say, "If you feel embarrassed, just treat me as a joke."
Luo Binwen finally came back to his senses and looked at Guan Yingjun at the door, frowning and looking so worried that he almost squashed the hair dryer in his hand.
Looking closely, this young man is quite handsome, with a good figure and height, the type that a young master would like.
The young master seems to like people who appear polite on the surface but actually have a bandit-like spirit in their bones.
Luo Binwen opened his mouth and said, "I'll take you to the police station later?"
Jian Ruochen: "Aren't you going to help me manage the company? I don't know how to negotiate with people like a professional manager."
Butler Luo takes the housekeeper's money and worries about the consultant, nutritionist and driver.
Luo Binwen took two steps forward and finally stopped.
He is indeed busy. Hong Kong is a mixed bag and ordinary drivers can be easily bribed. It's okay to hire them for others, but it's absolutely not acceptable to hire them for a young master.
This is also the reason why he has never hired a driver for the young master.
When strangers become bad, they will do anything for money.
Looking at this, it would be safer to leave it to the police.
We need to ask the driver from the British manor to come over.
Luo Binwen gritted his teeth and said, "Go ahead, and have a safe trip."
Jian Ruochen waved goodbye to the housekeeper, then put his hands into the front pocket of his sweatshirt, got into the car with Guan Yingjun, and rushed to the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
The two took the elevator upstairs, and as soon as they entered the door of the Serious Crime Team A office, Jian Ruochen was surrounded by enthusiastic Team A members.
Zhang Xingzong was holding a bowl of packaged sugar water in his hand. Before he got close, he could smell the sweet aroma of milk tea and soy products.
Jian Ruochen looked over there, "What is this?"
"This is a very new way of eating it, Hong Kong-style tofu milk tea."
Zhang Xingzong said, hanging the plastic bag on Jian Ruochen's wrist, "You like novel flavors, don't you? We noticed it when we were visiting. Is this new enough?"
"And this, pearl meatballs." Bi Xianxian also handed over something wrapped in brown oil paper.
Jian Ruochen opened it and took a look. It was a white ball, but it smelled distinctly of meat. "Did you buy this during the visit?"
Bi Xianxian responded.
She looked a little tired, but there was a smile between her brows. "Our visit this time was more efficient than before."
"Yeah, thanks to Counselor Jane."
Liu Sizheng also handed out the novel snacks he brought along. "In the past, we had no money, so we had to beg for any information when we visited. And that was a commercial street, and the people there believed that time is money, and they didn't want to say a word to us."
Ding Gao: "It's different now. We have money now."
After Jian Ruochen came, performance bonuses fell like snow.
Group A is definitely the richest in the entire West Kowloon Crime Squad.
"Now that we have money, we have more funds to handle cases. When we visit people, we can buy small gifts and bring them to their homes. People's attitudes will be much better when we try to persuade them~" Zhang Xingzong said, his eyes narrowed with joy.
Jian Ruo took a bite of the meat-flavored glutinous rice dumpling in silence.
It turns out that before the handover, Hong Kong police had to bring small gifts when they visited people at home.
There is no need for this in mainland China. By 2030, the legal system will be complete and primary school students will be able to call the police by pulling out poppy flowers.
When the case was investigated, the surrounding residents were extremely cooperative.
When his senior was doing internship, he was almost punished for staying at a villager's home to eat noodles with meat.
The main theme is a passion that is overwhelming.
Guan Yingjun also took out some snacks from his office and put them on the conference table. "Okay, let's start the meeting."
Zhang Xingzong took a bag of French fries and sat on Jian Ruochen's left hand side, whispering: "Since you came, Guan Sir has become more humane. In the past, no matter how hungry we were, he would not allow us to eat while discussing the case."
Jian Ruochen was stunned. "Did Guan Sir tell you that I like new flavors?"
Zhang Xingzong scratched his head. "He mentioned it before we visited."
Jian Ruochen looked at the glutinous rice balls in his hand and felt that Guan Yingjun really had the ability to get rid of his undercover identity and retire successfully.
If he used this trick on the drug lord, he would definitely be confused.
After all, this is not a very direct way of pleasing others, but it is about telling others about your preferences and making others happy through others.
It's very tactful.
It is a means that can be used for both offense and defense.
If this is used when undercover, the drug boss will definitely think that this person is very useful and has great potential.
Jian Ruochen ate glutinous rice balls while listening to the report.
Bi Xianxian held up her notebook and said, "Since I don't know the murderer's name, I will call him Aji for now."
"Aji usually only cooks for lunch and is not at home most of the time at night. Some people reported that after he sells steamed rice at noon, he will go out before 3 or 5 pm. No one knows where he goes and he will not come back until midnight."
"Among the people I interviewed, there was a social person who often went to the game hall to play slot machines all night. He claimed that he noticed Aji killing pigs at four or five in the morning."
It is said to be killing pigs, but in fact it is killing people.
Zhang Xingzong was eating French fries. "How did he know that Aji was killing pigs? Isn't his slaughterhouse underground?"
Bi Xianxian took out a photo and stuck it to the whiteboard with a magnet.
It was a dirty sewer ditch, full of sludge, and the fishy smell of the ditch seemed to overflow from the photo.
Bi Xianxian: "This canal is connected to Aji's slaughterhouse. When the gangster went home at 4 or 5 o'clock, he saw blood floating out of the canal, so he realized that Aji was slaughtering pigs at 4 or 5 o'clock."
Guan Yingjun sat to Jian Ruochen's right, tapping the pen on the draft paper, "What's the news from the Forensic Science Department? Have the lost human bones been found?"
"No." Bi Xianxian turned over a page of the notebook and took out another photo.
It was a female corpse hung on the ceiling of the slaughterhouse. Half of her body was missing, with white semen stains between her legs. Her head was lowered, revealing her internal organs and bones, which looked horrifyingly bloody.
The detectives remained calm.
Bi Xianxian said: "Currently, this is the only corpse with half of its bones intact. The forensic doctor inferred from the marks on her body that the murderer had sexually assaulted her."
Jian Ruochen finished eating the dumplings in a hurry and asked, "Have you asked Aji?"
Zhang Xingzong sighed and said, "I asked him, but he didn't say a word."
"Oh, by the way." Zhang Xingzong took out a newspaper. "In today's lunchtime newspaper, some media have already known that we have captured Aji. I don't know when this photo was taken."
There was a blurry photo on the front page of the newspaper, showing a fat man with his hands handcuffed, being held between Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng.
Aji has a unique body shape and is easy to identify.
Anyone who knows him will know who this is at a glance.
Guan Yingjun frowned, picked up the newspaper and took a closer look, "Did this person take the photo at the back door? Didn't you feel the flash at the time?"
"No flash, Sir Guan, today's reporters are very cunning." Zhang Xingzong shrugged.
"That's not right..." Jian Ruochen leaned over and looked again and again, "From this angle...isn't this the security room?"
Someone in the security room filmed it and then gave the news to the reporter?
Why?
Oh no.
Guan Yingjun frowned. "If Aji really has a connection with the factory and wholesales the lunch boxes through a special channel, then he is very likely to have a certain connection with Lu Qian. Otherwise, how would Aji know that the factory is selling iron lunch boxes?"
Jian Ruochen understood immediately, "Someone used this photo to pass a message to Lu Qian?"
This newspaper means:
——The person who knows the location of the factory has been arrested, deal with it as soon as possible!
There are also undercover agents in West Kowloon.
Guan Yingjun wiped his hands, took out his phone and called downstairs: "Who was the patrol officer on duty at the back door post yesterday? Send a copy of the shift schedule to the Serious Crime Unit A."
…
Lu's house.
After reading the contents of the newspaper, Lu Qian threw the newspaper at the maid with a gloomy face.
"You damned policeman!" He glanced at the silent maid, "What are you still standing here for? Get lost!"
Lu Qian stood there in silence for a while, then picked up the receiver of the landline phone and dialed a number.
He said in a deep voice: "All lunch box factories and drug manufacturing sites should stop working, and all workers should take the goods and withdraw to the backup sites. Don't get caught by the police... If someone is caught, you should act before the police, and don't leave anyone alive."
"Goods? Take everything you can take away. Things are tense right now, so use as little as possible and don't waste anything."
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Meanwhile, West Kowloon.
Jian Ruochen went to eat the milk tea tofu.
It's too late.
Given Lu Qian's cautiousness, he would definitely take countermeasures the moment he saw the news.
They must find out the location of the factory before all of Lu Qian's people run away.
Now we have to race against time with Lu Qian!
Jian Ruochen quickly gathered all the usable photos and forensic materials, stacked them up and arranged them in a row, "Quick, bring Aji to the interrogation room!"
Lu Qian is so cautious that there are not many opportunities to pry him open.
If this opportunity slips away, I don’t know when I will be able to catch Lu Qian again!
It has to be fast.
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