Chapter 76 Lean on me
"Okay. Thank you, Officer Li." Jian Ruochen hung up the phone.
When he signed the 5.9 billion development contract with Li Maoming, he never expected this day to come.
I didn’t expect that even in this era, I can still be taken care of by my motherland.
Jian Ruochen bent down to pick up the lunch box, took a couple of quick bites, and closed the lid. "Teacher Li, I'm going to go first. I'll eat when I come back."
"Go ahead." Li Changyu turned to look at Guan Yingjun, "Call me if you can't solve it."
"Yeah." Guan Yingjun raised his hand and held Jian Ruochen's shoulder.
A heavy and hot force spread from his shoulders to his entire body. Jian Ruochen exhaled slowly, "Let's go."
The dormitory area is not far from the faculty office area and can be reached in ten minutes by running.
Jian Ruochen hung up his newly applied work badge, calmed himself outside the iron gate of the rooftop, and gripped the round iron door handle.
With a flick of the wrist, the door opened.
The sunlight poured into my eyes from the gradually opening gap in the door.
Reporters' cameras and microphones immediately swarmed in, and noisy and mixed voices rang in my ears.
"Mr. Jian, what do you think about this case?"
"I heard that the deceased this time was also a student who wanted to transfer to Teacher Li's name. Do you have anything to say about this?"
"Mr. Kan, the Kowloon West Regional Police Department went after Lu Qian, causing the Lu family's stock to plummet. A large number of stockholders lost all their money, and three people even jumped to their deaths. Should the Kowloon West Regional Police Department be held responsible for these three lives?"
"Mr. Jian, would you reject the presence of people of the same type? Why didn't Teacher Li appear at the scene with you?"
Jian Ruochen looked around and said, "For details of the case, please pay attention to the press conference of the Public Relations Department of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. Please do not interfere with the investigation and prioritize."
The man who always had a smile in his eyes now restrained the smile on his lips, and his face was expressionless and stern. Although he looks young, he exudes a tempered majesty that makes people feel awe and dare not look at him directly.
Not to mention that standing behind him was a senior inspector with fierce eyes and known for his ruthlessness.
The reporters were silent for a while, then took small steps aside to make way.
"Thank you all for your cooperation." Jian Ruochen said, and walked quickly to the cordon.
Guan Yingjun lifted the cordon and said, "You go first. I'll go check the surrounding area. The forensic department sometimes misses clues."
"good."
Jian Ruochen bent down and walked into the cordon.
The scene was very quiet. In order to avoid leakage of case information, the voices of the forensic department and the police officers in their communication were suppressed.
Xiang Jingrong walked over and said, "Did Guan Sir look around again? The key evidence has been found."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes, "Is it inconvenient to tell me?"
"No." Xiang Jingrong said, "There are no fools in the West Kowloon Regional Police Station. So many things have happened at this critical moment. Anyone with a discerning eye knows what's going on. But Guan Sir... is a bit suspicious. If he bullies you, how about you come and do forensics with me?"
Jian Ruochen: "..."
So sincere.
He couldn't tell whether Xiang Sir was trying to comfort him or to poach his employees.
Guan Yingjun walked in and said warningly, "Xiang Jingrong."
Xiang Jingrong stopped talking and handed over the interim forensic report. "It's all here."
He then handed the evidence bag containing the key evidence to Jian Ruochen, "Key evidence."
There was a check in the evidence bag.
The recipient is Qin Jiayang.
The bank payable to the cheque is Qidong Bank.
While Guan Yingjun was reading the forensic report, Xiang Jingrong explained in a low voice, "Qidong Bank entered Hong Kong in 1841 and was in the hands of the British Hong Kong government. The amount of this check is too large, and the person who has it must have a relationship with the British Hong Kong government. However, apart from this information, there is no definite evidence that Qin Jiayang is the murderer."
Xiang Jingrong pursed his lips and continued, "The deceased's name is Lin Ziming, and he is not the payee on the check."
"The deceased folded the check into a small square and held it in his mouth. Only the upper left corner where the payee's name was written was folded hard."
There is a noticeable crease in the upper left corner of the check.
Judging from the mark, this crease was even scratched by Lin Ziming's fingernails.
Jian Ruochen returned the evidence bag and asked, "Is this the death message left by the victim?"
"Generally speaking, yes."
Xiang Jingrong said, looking at the water tank on the rooftop, "Lin Ziming was drowned. The water tank of Xiangjiang University is filled with water at 7:30 in the morning, and the water pump will not be turned on before 7:30. After a night of use, the water level in the tank is very low, so Lin Ziming will not be in danger until the pump is turned on. He had enough time to fold the check and hide it in his mouth."
It’s hard to imagine how desperate that must be.
Jian Ruochen blinked his dry eyes.
Guan Yingjun finished reading the forensic report. "Let's not talk about how this check came from. How could a drowned person hide the check in his mouth? When a person chokes on water, they will open their mouths reflexively. The check should have floated out with the cough and the water flow."
Xiang Jingrong shrugged, "Sir Guan, before a person dies, adrenaline surges, so it's not surprising that he can do anything through willpower."
Guan Yingjun looked around and asked, "Who was the first person to discover the crime scene?"
"It was the rooftop cleaner." Bi Xianxian came over and spoke very quickly: "I asked, the cleaner would clean the water tank on the rooftop of the dormitory building at 12 noon every day. The murderer should have calculated the time when the body would be found."
"Three hours ago, this cleaner was cleaning an empty lecture room and had no alibi."
Guan Yingjun asked: "Who was the last person in Xiangjiang University to see Lin Ziming? When was it?"
Bi Qianqian: "Zhang Xingzong and Liu Sizheng went to investigate."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door to the rooftop was knocked open.
The reporters gathered at the door dispersed spontaneously, holding their cameras, not daring to breathe.
Zhang Xingzong ran in front of everyone and said breathlessly, "I asked Lin Ziming's roommates. He returned to the dormitory last night. He left the house with Qin Jiayang at 6:30 this morning, saying that they were going for a morning run. No one saw him since then."
Liu Sizheng, who was following Zhang Xingzong, hesitated for a moment and handed over the evidence bag. "When I was in charge of searching Lin Ziming's belongings, I found a letter he left behind. In order to check the information, I opened it and read it. It was addressed to Jian Ruochen..."
Jian Ruochen took it.
Lin Ziming's handwriting is very elegant.
Mr. Jian,
Thank you very much for the book list and phone number.
I finished reading the list of books you gave me during the spring break, and after the New Year I answered Teacher Li’s questions at a public lecture, successfully leaving an impression on the teacher.
Later I visited Teacher Li, took several one-on-one courses, and developed a strong interest in criminal psychology.
Teacher Li told me about several cases you handled. I heard that you can perform magic and replace things in the pockets of senior inspectors without anyone noticing. That’s really cool. I learned a few of them too. I hope I can discuss the principles of magic with you in the future.
I look forward to becoming your fellow student...】
Jian Ruochen blinked hard.
The death message left by Lin Ziming was actually taken from the murderer.
"Has Qin Jiayang been found?" Jian Ruochen's voice trembled a little.
"No." Liu Sizheng said solemnly, "Qin Jiayang is Lin Ziming's roommate. When we went there, Qin Jiayang was not in the dormitory and his phone was unreachable. I suspect he is on the run for fear of being convicted."
Guan Yingjun said, "Issue a wanted notice immediately. Bi Qianqian goes to the counselor to get Qin Jiayang's home address, and the others check the crime scene to make sure no information is missing, then clear the area and seal it off."
Most of the crimes committed by college students are first-timers, and their methods are not as sophisticated as those in other cases taken over by the serious crime squad.
If the crime scene was not close to the headquarters and the timing of the case was not coincidental, such a case would never have been assigned to the serious crime squad.
Guan Yingjun looked at Zhang Xingzong and said, "Go and talk to the reporters about the time of the press conference, and then notify the Public Relations Department."
Jian Ruochen was a little stunned.
Suddenly, the reporters and cameramen at the rooftop entrance became agitated.
The next moment, Jian Ruochen's phone rang.
He picked up the phone, "Hello?"
Li Maoming's voice came from the receiver. "It's solved. We found the cases of the three people who jumped from the building. All three had physical examinations at Hong Kong International Hospital. They were terminally ill and would not live long anyway, so they wanted to leave the money to their families and put an end to it all."
"..." Jian Ruochen glanced at his watch.
Half an hour.
The people sent here by the motherland are very capable.
Li Maoming: "How is it going over there?"
Jian Ruochen said, "We have a suspect, but we lack indicative evidence. We will need to interrogate him after we catch him. We are now preparing to issue a wanted notice."
"Interrogation, you're good at it." Li Maoming smiled, "We've released a news release to announce that you've signed a development contract. Are you willing?"
Once announced, it will mean a complete break with British Hong Kong.
Jian Ruochen thought of Lin Ziming and said, "Announce it."
Anyway, the British Hong Kong government has no face.
Li Maoming praised: "Good! Very courageous!"
He said in a gentle tone, "I've called all the reporters away from you. You should take this time to rest and eat. Health is the most important thing."
"Okay. Thank you, Officer Li." Jian Ruochen hung up the phone. The reporters gathered at the rooftop entrance had heard the news and disappeared.
The serious crime team cleaned up the evidence at the scene, sealed it, and began preparing for the press conference in an hour and a half.
Half an hour had passed when Jian Ruochen returned to Teacher Li's office.
He had no appetite and looked at the big-headed TV placed in the TV stand on the ceiling.
On the screen was a citizen's indignant face.
The old man said "Pooh" to the camera, "You media are so shameless. You are writing nonsense here before the police announce the results. I think STN is the only Hong Kong media that is realistic and credible!"
"I used to live in Kowloon Walled City, sleeping in a three-square-meter cage! Mr. Kan helped us wipe out the black gangs, and the Independent Commission Against Corruption organized us to move into resettlement housing. Now we have a proper house to live in."
"British Hong Kong? They only care about money and profit. They are bad! Mr. Kan is a good man!"
The old man yelled, "Write nonsense! Get out!"
Jian Ruochen: "..."
Um? Aren't you scolding him?
Hesitantly, he changed the channel.
Chai Jinwu's face appeared on the screen, with the doorplate of Hong Kong University Medical School in the background.
Jian Ruochen knew that Chai Jinwu might not say anything good, but he still stopped and looked at the screen.
Chai Jinwu frowned, "He looks down on suspects? Are you kidding? Jian Ruochen treats everyone equally. When I was suspected of being a suspect, he even brought me porridge to drink before the suspicion was cleared."
"Isn't it normal to stand trial if you break the law? Lu Qian? Even if he's a drug dealer, he deserves to die."
"What kind of Taiwan are you from? Don't come to the medical school to block the door again. It's so annoying. Do you know who my father is?"
Jian Ruochen: "..."
I haven’t seen him for more than three months, why is Chai Jinwu still like this?
Very stupid.
His nose felt a little sour, and the corners of his lips slowly curled up. He put the tip of the chopsticks in his mouth and changed the table.
The STN logo appears on the screen.
Next is Luo Binwen sitting in the study.
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
There was a distorted sound coming from the TV speakers.
"In light of the false rumors circulating today regarding Mr. Kan's mother and Mr. Kan's stance, we would like to clarify this."
Robin Wen wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his nose, his black and white hair was combed meticulously, and he had a stack of documents in his hand. "The Conant family has invested more than 100 billion in Hong Kong. The project started in 1973, including Guojin Real Estate, Convenient Milk, subway lines, commercial centers, public media and port development."
“This type of convenience project has benefited the public, and the documents that are currently available to the public will be projected onto the screen.”
Jian Ruochen stared in amazement at the original owner's mother's flamboyant signature.
subway? Was it planned to be built in 1973?
Luo Binwen faced the camera, and the kind smile on his face disappeared. "Conant has always maintained neutrality and goodwill, and hopes to make progress and develop together with society. I hope those with ulterior motives will understand. Conant is keeping a low profile, not dead."
“Pah—”
There was a crisp sound outside Li Changyu's office door.
"Who?" Guan Yingjun immediately stood up and walked to the door. There was only a broken pen outside the door.
Ink spilled all over the floor.
Jiang Hanyu stood behind the corner, holding the plan handed to him by Lu Rong, his whole body huddled together, covering his mouth and nose with his hands, not daring to breathe.
Why……
Obviously everything is in accordance with the plan given above.
Rumors, jumping off buildings, throwing dirty water, and using murder cases to restrain Jian Ruochen.
Why does someone who should be condemned by everyone receive so much support?
Could it be possible that a little bit of imperceptible kindness in daily life could get such a lot of rewards?
Why would even Chai Jinwu speak up for Jian Ruochen?
Doesn’t he hate Jian Ruochen?
Jiang Hanyu looked at what was written on the plan: Test Li Changyu's attitude towards Jian Ruochen.
He pursed his lips, stood up, and slowly walked out of the faculty building.
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Guan Yingjun picked up the pen through his handkerchief and put it into the evidence bag, then closed the office door and turned around to sit back on the sofa.
He lowered his eyes and glanced at the lunch box on the coffee table.
I only took one bite of the dish.
Jian Ruochen wanted to change the channel again, but the remote control was taken away by Li Changyu.
Teacher Li patted the boy on the shoulder and said, "Lin Ziming's death is not your fault. Don't look for him anymore. No one will blame you, and you shouldn't blame yourself either."
"Look, those people on TV are all the ones you have helped. All the small acts of kindness you have shown in the past will come back to you like snowflakes."
Jian Ruochen blinked hard.
She turned around and leaned into Guan Yingjun's shoulder and neck.
He closed his eyes and let himself sink into this place with the scent of black tea and mint.
Forget it, Li Changyu has sharp eyes.
You can see everything.
Don't hide here, it's uncomfortable.
He rested his forehead on Guan Yingjun's shoulder and slowly exhaled a trembling breath.
Guan Yingjun raised his hand to hold him closer, touched his face, and said softly, "Don't cry."
There was no distraction in the touch of the cheek, and the care in the tone of voice was clearly transmitted to the heart.
Jian Ruochen said softly: "I didn't cry."
He just thought the world was ridiculous.
In Hong Kong in 1993, capital was dominant.
In their eyes, human lives can be used as chips on the chessboard.
He knew he was not wrong.
But Lin Ziming's death made people understand what kind of force is entrenched in Hong Kong.
He is not cruel enough, not aggressive enough.
Jian Ruo leaned quietly for a while before saying, "Let's eat, and then we'll go back to the police station to work."
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