Chapter 46 Guan Yingjun Brand Bungee Jumping Machine
Time was running out, and the entire Group A got moving.
Everyone spontaneously placed the visit reports in their hands in front of Jian Ruochen, who was destined to be in charge of the interrogation.
The A4 paper was folded into a small pile in a short while.
The office was filled with messy footsteps.
Guan Yingjun looked solemn and gave instructions in an orderly manner: "Ding Gao, Song Xuyi, take the man to the interrogation room."
"Bi Xianxian, Zhang Xingzong, go to the Human Resources Department downstairs to check on the patrol officers who were on duty at the post yesterday. This is the list that was just sent up. There are only two suspects. Check on the whereabouts of these two people."
"Liu Sizheng, take the other three people and visit the two patrolmen separately to sort out their social relationships. Make a relationship map for me within half an hour."
"Bi Xianxian, you are the sheriff. If you find any trace of the two patrolmen, you don't need to report it. Immediately subdue them and bring them back to Team A!"
Bi Xianxian stood at attention: "Yes sir!" She liked the atmosphere in Group A.
Although the other groups seem to be harmonious on the surface, in reality they will never let a female police leader take the lead. Those stinky men who don't have the ability to fight themselves have to use the way of being a good wife and raising children to teach women.
In Group A, whoever has the strongest fist and the most powerful ability will be the boss.
After receiving the order, everyone dispersed in the blink of an eye.
When Jian Ruochen finished reading everyone's visit report at a glance, Aji was also taken into the interrogation room by Ding Gao and Song Xuyi.
The murderer was too fat to even fit into the interrogation chair, so they had to use the interrogation table.
The long iron table was opened, and Guan Yingjun pulled out a long chain with handcuffs from the gap and put the handcuffs on Aji's wrists.
The interrogation table is three meters long and two meters wide.
When Jian Ruochen and Aji sat face to face, they could even clearly see the wrinkles on each other's faces.
Such a close distance is a challenge for both the interrogator and the interrogated.
After Guan Yingjun locked up Aji, he pulled out the chair next to Jian Ruochen and sat down, picking up the interrogation form and pen.
Outside the interrogation room.
The members of other groups who came to watch after hearing the news were all shocked with their eyes wide open.
Is Guan Yingjun planning to be Jian Ruochen's recorder?
Sir Guan is actually willing to do a clerical job?
"In the past, Guan Yingjun was the judge and Zhang Xingzong wrote the report..."
The people nearby shuddered. "Zhang Xingzong didn't know what to write about Guan Yingjun's trial. The scene was too violent."
Everyone stood together, holding notebooks in their hands, whispering, and when they saw acquaintances, they looked at each other tacitly.
Are you here to study too?
Hey, me too.
It's hard to get such an excellent consultant, but it's okay to learn a little secretly, right?
The representative sent by Group C to learn secretly whispered: "It is said that the criminal this time has killed 16 people in a row. I feel that he is not afraid of the police. He should not be as easy to interrogate as the previous prisoners..."
The representative of Team B looked puzzled. "The forensic doctor hasn't even released the victim's results yet. I feel like there's no breakthrough in this case."
"Interrogation is cool, but solving a case still depends mainly on clues... Alas, Team A is going to hit a wall..." The person who spoke had a regretful tone.
As police officers, they wanted to see Jian Ruochen kill people through interrogation and bring the murderer to court as soon as possible.
But as Guan Yingjun's colleagues, they don't want Guan Yingjun to achieve too much or be promoted too quickly.
The number of nominations each year is limited.
If Guan Yingjun gets promoted, they will have no chance.
Who doesn't want a promotion? If you get promoted to the next level, your salary can double!
Alas, human nature is so complicated. I really want to have it all.
"It would be great if Jian Ruochen was in our group."
Then you can have both.
"Shhh - stop talking, let's begin."
Everyone fell silent immediately.
Inside the interrogation room.
Jian Ruochen said slowly: "What's your name?"
"Chen Ji."
Rustle, rustle, rustle.
Inside and outside the interrogation room, the sound of pens rubbing against paper could be heard constantly.
Everyone held their breath and listened attentively to every word Jian Ruochen said.
Based on their experience watching the video, every action and every word of this young consultant has a deep meaning!
Jian Ruochen said: "I asked your real name."
"I am Aji." The murderer raised his eyes and stared at Jian Ruochen. His breathing gradually became heavy, like a bellows that had just been started.
He chuckled, revealing a mouthful of uneven black and yellow teeth, and said lewdly, "It looks so good. It must be more tender than theirs when chewed."
The murderer licked his upper lip with his tongue, and the sound of hoarseness gradually became louder. "I will hang you from the ceiling and eat your—"
Bang!
Before he could finish, Guan Yingjun stood up and swung the case record book, which was as thick as a five-yuan silver coin, and slapped the murderer hard in the face.
The thick spine of the case record book was broken in one move.
The murderer turned his head away, unable to straighten it up for a long time. When he opened his mouth, his corroded yellow and black teeth rolled out of his mouth.
The fat man stared at the tooth for a long time, laughed briefly, chewed it in his mouth, and swallowed all the blood in his mouth.
Jian Ruochen was stunned. To be honest, it was common to be scolded by the suspect during interrogation.
Considering the pace of the interrogation, I have to endure it no matter how angry I am.
He didn't expect Guan Yingjun to come forward.
Outside the interrogation room, everyone who was taking notes was also stunned and stopped writing at the same time.
The police officer from Group C who came to learn from the master kicked the power supply of the video recorder off the wall and scratched his head pretentiously, "Oh, this plug is really loose."
Everyone echoed, "It must be aging!"
"What should I do? The video of the beginning of the interrogation was not saved. It must be lost! Oh, what a pity."
Ding Gao, who had been watching outside since the fat man was escorted back, responded, "Tsk, this suspect was really careless and hit his head on the interrogation table. How stupid."
With just one sentence, he instantly found a reason for the wound on the suspect's face.
Song Xuyi reacted and stuttered, "Maybe it's because my head was too heavy, I actually knocked out my teeth!"
But you must not deduct money from Guan Sir because he beat the murderer!
The officer from Team C squatted down again, plugged in the video recorder, and then operated the external computer to turn it back on. As he did so, he said, "Oh, I'm really clumsy."
The power supply was plugged back in outside, and the video recorder in the interrogation room made a "beep" sound.
Only then did Jian Ruochen come back to his senses.
He glanced at Guan Yingjun.
Sir Guan didn't feel guilty at all. He threw away the tattered case record book and the broken pen.
He sat on the side with his arms folded, his dark eyes gloomy, and warned in a cold tone, "Be honest."
Jian Ruochen pursed her lips, her gaze returned to the murderer's face, and the information she had read a few minutes ago quickly emerged in her mind.
His tone was calm, but his speed was very fast. "More than a year ago, Chen Ji suddenly closed the store for half a year. Where were you at that time?"
The fat man never thought that Jian Ruochen would ask this.
This sentence completely separated Chen Ji from him.
"I'm home." He closed his eyes slightly. As long as he doesn't admit it, no one can do anything to him.
As long as he is still Chen Ji, it will be Chen Ji who will be sentenced to death when brought to court.
Wait for the people outside to rescue him, then he will hide for a while, and then come out again using his own identity after a while.
Jian Ruochen: "Where did Chen Ji go?"
The fat man clenched his fists and slammed them hard on the interrogation table, "I am Chen Ji!"
"You're lying." Jian Ruochen glanced over lightly.
The murderer shuddered, and his eyes as big as green beans kept turning.
Did Jian Ruochen realize something?
impossible.
It's been so long since that happened!
He is not good at communicating with others. He doesn't know what to say at this time and can only talk about the same things over and over again.
Jian Ruochen pulled out a piece of paper from the visit record at hand, held it up and said, "If you are Chen Ji, then you must know that there was a similar fast food box restaurant opposite the Aji Steamed Food Restaurant, but this restaurant later closed down. Do you know why it closed down?"
The fat man slowly raised his head and stared at Jian Ruochen fiercely.
Jian Ruochen said, "Because Chen Ji spread the word that the owner of this store had been in jail, he couldn't keep the store open."
The fat man let out a sigh, and the hatred of eating his flesh alive almost jumped out of his eyes.
Guan Yingjun frowned and moved his fingers slightly, and Jian Ruochen immediately hit his thigh with his left leg.
Guan Yingjun suddenly became motionless, as if he had been cast under a spell.
Jian Ruochen glanced at him.
Still want to fight?
In early 1993, torture had not yet been completely banned in Hong Kong. It was not until 1998, one year after the return, that the "Procedures for Handling Criminal Cases by Public Security Organs" was revised.
But this does not mean that before 1998, Hong Kong police could beat up suspects openly.
The nature of the Criminal Intelligence Department is special, and the management in this area is relatively loose.
But the Criminal Investigation Department has to be subject to public scrutiny and cannot be like this.
Jian Ruochen warned Guan Yingjun with gestures while meeting the fat man's malicious eyes and jokingly read out the words of an old lady in the interview record:
"Oh, there was a fast food restaurant opposite Aji Steamed Rice Restaurant, but the food here is too expensive, and I heard from Aji that the owner was in jail, so we don't dare to buy from them."
Jian Ruochen smiled slowly and imitated the tone of the voice perfectly: "What's the name of that store...Oh, it's Lao Ba Roasted Pork Rice. Because no one bought it, and there was no business later, so it closed down, and we don't know where the boss went."
There seemed to be a wind in the dark interrogation room, making people shiver.
The fat man seemed to be frozen and couldn't move.
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and glanced at his watch. Five minutes had passed.
The Midday Times is available for sale at 3pm for people who want to have afternoon tea to read while sipping their tea.
Lu Qian should have seen the newspaper at about the same time as West Kowloon.
Lu Qian should make a decision now.
It takes a lot of time to empty the factory, and it will probably take an hour and a half for everyone to work together.
If the factory was in West Kowloon, it would take the police about 40 minutes to get there.
This means he must find out the factory address within 50 minutes.
There are 45 minutes left.
It seemed as if a second hand was ticking in Jian Ruochen's heart.
He had no idea in the first place.
After all, people come and go on this commercial street, and many stores have changed in recent years.
The jewelry store on the east side was replaced by a fried tofu shop.
Lao Ba Roasted Pork Rice opposite Aji Steamed Rice Restaurant has also become a photo studio.
It was difficult to find who had killed Aji and replaced him.
But after reading so many visit records, only the Lao Ba Roasted Pork Rice, which has already moved away, and the Aji Steamed Rice Restaurant are the only ones that sell similar products and are in competition.
Generally speaking, competitive relationships involve interests and can constitute a motive for murder.
Judging from the testimonies given during the interviews, Chen Ji’s only enemy is the owner of Lao Ba BBQ Rice.
Not only that, the closing time of Lao Ba Roast Pork Rice is put together with that of Aji Roast Pork Rice, which is really strange.
Lao Ba Roasted Pork Rice closed down more than a year ago. A month after Lao Ba Roasted Meat Rice closed, Aji Steamed Meat Rice also closed. It reopened half a year later and started focusing on roasted meat rice with meat.
In Hong Kong, steamed rice and roast meat rice are not the same thing.
Roasted meat rice is made by placing roasted meat on steamed rice and then pouring sauce on it.
Steamed rice is made by steaming the meat and rice together, which has both sweet and salty flavors and a rich taste.
The two things are not the same thing at all.
There is no boss in the world who would destroy his own reputation by selling roast meat rice under the name of steamed rice.
Unless he doesn't know how to cook sweet rice at all.
Judging from the fat man's reaction, it is a foregone conclusion that he is connected to Lao Ba BBQ Shop.
The logic is correct and the suspect's reaction is also correct.
Jian Ruochen raised the corner of his mouth, looked up at the fat man, and said softly, "Where did the boss of Lao Ba Roasted Pork Rice go? Did he become Aji?"
The fat man raised his hand and pulled back hard, and the chain stuck on the table immediately made a loud, teeth-grinding collision sound.
He looked crazy, and the fat on his face was shaking. "I am Aji! I have an ID!"
"No way? The photo on the ID card is so unclear, what can we tell?" Jian Ruochen rejected his excuse and pulled out another photo.
This time the photo shows a kitchen knife.
Jian Ruochen: "If you are Aji, how do you explain the two completely different notches on this knife?"
"The notch on the front edge is very old, probably from Aji's use. The notch on the back edge is very new, probably from your habit of using kitchen knives."
Jian Ruochen said, leaning back slightly, putting his left foot on top of his right foot, and leisurely crossing his legs, "When professional chefs use Chinese kitchen knives, they will most likely use the front half of the knife. It's normal for the notch to be there."
"And the way you use the knife is wrong. You are not a cook at all."
Outside the interrogation room.
The clever kid in group C who was kicking the wire was stunned.
He picked up a ruler and quickly simulated the chef's action of cutting vegetables. He found that not only professional chefs, but ordinary people generally do not use the back half of the knife when cutting vegetables.
Because the first half is easier!
Unexpected angles for solving the case have been added!
The breakthrough in this case turned out to be a kitchen knife?
Jian Ruochen actually used a kitchen knife to distinguish that Aji was not Aji.
From the old lady's confession during the visit, I realized that competition might be the motive for the crime.
Based on this possibility, I also thought that the closing times of the two stores were too close, which was too coincidental.
Finally, we can also think of the types and tastes of dishes, and thus infer that the chef of Aji Steamed Rice may have been replaced by Lao Ba.
ah?
It's only been 7 minutes, right? Less than 10 minutes!
Do you have the identities of the suspects?
The clever boy turned around and asked his colleague, "Have you learned it?"
The colleague replied: “…it’s quite difficult.”
The difficulty lies in the fact that most people cannot find this angle of entry.
"But Lao Ba Shao La Fan has disappeared for so long. How can Jian Ruochen find the owner's identity information and confirm that the owner is the fat man?"
Little Smart thought for a moment and said, "Tsk, the suspect should also understand this truth, so he is so fearless."
The murderer rested his hands on the interrogation table, and every bit of fat on his face showed indifference. "No matter who I was before, it doesn't change the fact that I am Chen Ji now. People change. I've gained weight, so it's normal for me to be a little different from what's on my ID."
"Ha!" Jian Ruochen laughed briefly, and suddenly turned to look at Guan Yingjun, "Mr. Guan, call the Hong Kong Taxation Bureau and ask for the tax records and taxpayer certificate of Shop 88, 1st Floor, Commercial Street, Central District 3, from one year ago."
Guan Yingjun was slightly startled, "Yeah."
His heart was beating fast, rationality and sensibility went hand in hand at this moment, although Jian Ruochen only used his brain and mouth, he made people feel that he was extremely sexy.
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and threw the photo of the corpse in front of the fat man, "You need to pay taxes and get a license to open a shop on the commercial street. Have you forgotten?"
The fat man's face changed suddenly.
His eyes were so fierce that he almost wanted to cut the person in front of him into pieces.
Jian Ruochen snorted and laughed, "You have a tax payment certificate, a cooked food license, a tax registration certificate, and a business registration certificate. As long as you have the store name, we can easily find your real name and photo."
He finished speaking slowly, and suddenly his voice sank, "Tell me! Where did you get those lunch boxes? Does the person who gave you the lunch boxes know what you use them for?"
The fat on the fat man's face trembled.
lunch box?
Why did Jian Ruochen ask him about his lunch box?
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"What does the lunch box have to do with the murder?"
"……have no idea."
"Investigating people through taxation... I really could never have imagined it."
Someone was speechless, the pen stuck on the notebook for a long time without writing anything, and accumulated into a dot of ink, "What kind of brain is this? Such free thinking, I want it too."
He wrote the word "tax" in big letters on the first page of his workbook.
"Your brain is useless." The clever kid from Group C said softly, "Even if you call the tax bureau, they may not answer the phone. The guy inside paid 500 million in taxes last month."
He can be called the boss of the tax bureau.
Even if we take a step back, it seems that Sir Guan has an uncle who is the Commissioner of Police. The calls made by these two people are completely different from the calls they make.
The police officer from Group B who came to learn said blankly: "Can this interrogation technique really be popularized? I don't think I can learn it."
It's so sad, he has neither money nor smart brains, and he can't understand the technology.
Just thinking about it makes me feel like crying.
When Ding Gao and Song Xuyi heard colleagues from other groups praising Jian Ruochen, they actually felt a sense of honor.
Looking back on the past, I thought about how I had once doubted Jian Ruochen. I felt that the past was like smoke and I could not grasp it at all.
In the interrogation room, Guan Yingjun sat in front of the fat man and finished his phone call with the tax bureau.
Five minutes later, Group A's office received a fax.
Guan Yingjun went to get the fax and glanced at the name on it - Chen Ba.
He said to Ding Gao, "Check if this name has any criminal record. Didn't Chen Ji say he'd been in jail?"
Ding Gao stood at attention: "Yes sir!"
Guan Yingjun returned to the interrogation room and Jian Ruochen also received the fax.
He scanned the photo and name above, "Chen Ba? Sir Guan, do you have a criminal record for him?"
Guan Yingjun said, "Ask Ding Gao to check it out and send it back soon."
Jian Ruochen raised the corner of his eyebrow.
From the first time they met, Guan Yingjun always thought the same as him.
His gaze fell back on Chen Ba, "Chen Ba, let me ask again, where did the lunch box come from?"
Chen Ba gritted his teeth and lowered his head. He was like a piece of wood, unable to speak or even breathe.
He couldn't understand why Jian Ruochen seemed to be able to read his mind and find out his real name in an instant even though he didn't say much.
What he couldn't understand even more was why Jian Ruochen focused his attention on the lunch box.
If Lu Qian knew that he had secretly taken the lunch box out, not only would he not rescue him, he might even kill him.
Jian Ruochen carefully examined Chen Ba's face. "Your eyelids are raised and tightened, your eyebrows are raised and tightly locked, and your lips are trembling and parted."
"You're afraid."
"Chen Ba, what are you afraid of?"
Chen Ba became even more afraid.
The person in front of me is really weird.
He didn't believe that anyone could tell what another person was thinking based on a fleeting expression.
Intuitively, Jian Ruochen must be the little devil that the master of West Kowloon asked to keep in the police station.
Only ghosts know what is in people's minds.
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes in thought. In his sight, the second hand on the dial of his watch turned a circle.
Chen Ba was not afraid of the interrogation before because his real name had not been revealed yet.
He is not afraid of not revealing his real name because he may be bailed out after the court ruling is made.
There will be such examples in the future where people will be safe and sound after getting out because the name is wrong.
There are even people who use connections to escape punishment and change their names after being released and live at ease.
If Chen Ba's connections were strong enough, he wouldn't be so scared after his real name was exposed.
Unless what he fears is not being sentenced, nor is it that no one will rescue him.
But I’m afraid of offending people.
I wasn’t afraid before, but I became afraid after I mentioned the lunch box.
It was obvious who Chen Ba was afraid of.
Jian Ruochen said softly, "If Lu Qian knew that you had leaked the origin of the lunch box, he would definitely kill you. So that's why you are afraid of this."
Knowing what the suspect is afraid of, interrogation becomes easier.
Use fear to treat the disease.
Jian Ruochen said, "What's the point of you keeping the origin of the lunch box to yourself? Lu Qian won't be grateful to you. Chen Ba, you know Jiang Yongyan, right?"
Chen Ba suddenly looked up.
How could he not know?
Jiang Yongyan has always been the person who does most of the dirty work in the Jiang family.
He is the lead customer who brings the most benefits to Lu Qian.
Through Jiang Yongyan, Lu Qian got to know many business celebrities.
Jian Ruochen looked surprised, as if he was shocked. "Do you really think Jiang Mingshan can kill Jiang Yongyan by himself? The Jiang family is just a Hong Kong businessman. Although they are rich, they have no connections in the underworld. And Jiang Yongyan was shot to death in the detention center."
He emphasized the word "detention center" and said word by word, "Detention center, you will go there too. It will be easy for Lu Qian to kill you."
Chen Ba trembled in fear, "No, no, no, he won't."
"Maybe you know it in your heart."
Jian Ruochen laughed, "If you don't tell me, you'll end up like Jiang Yongyan. The security in the detention center is average, so it's not impossible for Lu Qian to hire someone to shoot you."
"I'll die anyway if I say it!" Chen Ba screamed heartbreakingly, "I'll die anyway if I say it, what's the difference! Just shoot me! Kill me, kill me now!"
Jian Ruochen leaned back to avoid the flying saliva, and said half-seriously, "How can this be the same? You know, although Hong Kong has the death penalty, the execution time is very long. Maybe it will be delayed and not carried out."
"Jiang Mingshan hasn't been executed yet. It's been a month since the verdict was handed down."
I'm tired of waiting.
When Chen Ba thought of this, he was immediately shaken.
Yes, the death penalty in Hong Kong is somewhat in name only.
After he confessed to the charges, he was transferred to the court detention center. He just needed to survive the verdict. There was no one like Lu Qian in the prison, so he was safe.
As long as Lu Qian doesn't kill him, there's nothing wrong with spending the rest of his life in prison.
Jian Ruochen was too familiar with this expression. He had seen it many times. "I'll give you one more chance. Forget it."
“Where did the lunch box come from?”
Chen Ba panted heavily. He opened and closed his mouth, and then opened and closed it again. After struggling for a while, he spoke with difficulty, "From West Kowloon... Sham Shui Po, Sun Di Village behind the Tai Sheung To Quarry..."
Chen Ba suddenly became discouraged and collapsed like a piece of rotten meat.
He had no choice.
Only by betraying Lu Qian can there be a glimmer of hope.
"There is a stationery factory in the north of Xindi Village. It looks like a stationery factory, but it's actually a lunch box factory. I know the boss..."
He wanted to say more, but Jian Ruochen and Guan Yingjun were in no mood to listen.
You can try the prisoners at any time.
The people in the factory ran away, how can they follow the clues to find the drug manufacturing site!
Hurry, hurry, hurry!
Guan Yingjun stood up and rushed out of the interrogation room quickly. He said to the stunned team members, "The first three groups of ABC will assemble for the police. You have one minute to pack your luggage. Hurry!"
That’s the factory that’s linked to Lu Qian’s drug manufacturing site! This is a point that the entire West Kowloon Crime Unit is paying attention to!
The clever boy threw the record book in his hand and ran away, "Oh my God, the God of Wealth has come to bless me!"
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and looked at the time. Only half an hour had passed, 30 minutes faster than expected.
I hope Lu Qian's men don't move so quickly.
But don't leave the place empty.
Jian Ruochen followed Guan Yingjun and ran down, but fell behind after only a few steps.
Guan Yingjun immediately turned back, picked up Jian Ruochen, and jumped down with him in his arms. With one step, half of the stairs disappeared.
Jian Ruochen felt like he was on a bungee jumping machine, and it was not appropriate to ask people to slow down at such a time when every second counted, so he had to hold Guan Yingjun's neck tightly to avoid falling.
Guan Yingjun swallowed hard and said softly, "You really should exercise. Shall I call you tomorrow morning?"
Although he really wanted to hold Jian Ruochen all the time, but... as a policeman, physical fitness is the most important.
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