Chapter 78 Dating wastes time solving cases
Guan Yingjun saw the door slowly closing in front of him, so he quickly walked over to hold the door open, looked at Jian Ruochen's back and chuckled, "You have no conscience."
These words floated into Jian Ruochen's ears. He did not stop, a slight smile appeared on the corner of his lips, and he finished flipping through the interview statement in his hand while walking.
Qin Jiayang was a very good and well-behaved person during the interview.
Go to get out of class, eat and exercise after school.
There is a high degree of overlap with Lin Ziming’s social circle.
On the surface, the relationship between the two seems to be pretty good.
Even after Lin Ziming proposed to transfer to another department, he still had to compete for the application quota for the social science research fund.
Jian Ruochen turned the last page, took a deep breath, raised his hand, opened the door of the interrogation room and walked in.
No matter what emotions they had before or what they were thinking, the most taboo thing for interrogators is to show weakness in front of the prisoner.
Jian Ruochen had a calm expression, walked slowly, and sat down steadily opposite Qin Jiayang.
Qin Jiayang's Adam's apple rolled, "Why is it you?"
"It seems that you were so busy fleeing for fear of crime that you didn't have time to watch the news." Jian Ruochen smiled and spread his hands with ease, "The plan to sow discord failed."
Qin Jiayang looked around, "What do you mean by sowing discord? I don't know what you are talking about."
Jian Ruochen had an idea in his mind, "What did the person who gave you the check say to you? Did he ask you to kill Lin Ziming? Who is he?"
The interrogation room fell into silence.
Qin Jiayang lowered his head in silence, his hands tightly clasped together, not saying a word, looking like a dead pig that is not afraid of boiling water.
Outside the interrogation room, the police officers from the Serious Crime Unit A stood in a row, and Zhang Xingzong was writing furiously in his interrogation notebook.
Ding Gao asked: "Why do you say that? Wasn't Qin Jiayang's motive for killing Lin Ziming to compete for the fund quota? Aren't we going to find out whether the check has anything to do with Jiang Hanyu?"
Zhang Xingzong didn't even raise his head. "I don't know, but the little god of wealth has his reasons for doing this."
Ding Gao suddenly realized.
When he looked into the interrogation room again, Jian Ruochen had already stood up.
He lowered his eyes and put away the documents at hand, saying: "Since you don't want to say it, it means that killing Lin Ziming was entirely your own will. You know that the death penalty system in Hong Kong is no longer in name only, right?"
Qin Jiayang's breathing suddenly became heavy.
He opened his mouth, a trace of struggle flashed across his face, and finally he closed his eyes and said nothing.
There's hope.
Jian Ruochen tempted: "If someone instigates you to kill someone, the sentence for the instigator will be heavier, so you have to think about it carefully."
Qin Jiayang was breathing heavily and staring straight ahead.
Jian Ruochen said: "The check is illegally obtained and the police will confiscate it. For you now, the check is gone, and saving your life is the most important thing."
He whispered, "Actually... when you are shot, you will be hit by at least four bullets. Did you know that?"
"Just imagine, four policemen surround you, pointing guns at you, and when the time is up, bang! You don't even know who shot you to death."
Jian Ruochen's voice was very soft, so soft that it was creepy, but it was full of deterrence.
Qin Jiayang swallowed his saliva, and when he said the word "bang", his handcuffed wrists suddenly twitched, and he said sternly: "No, no, no, the person who gave me the check was Jiang Hanyu!"
He looked panicked, his eyes shifted slightly, his lips trembled, "He asked me to kill someone, I..."
"Okay." Jian Ruochen stood up and said, "We will verify it with Jiang Hanyu."
He took the documents and went out, looking at the stunned Ding Gao and Zhang Xingzong, "What?"
Zhang Xingzong swallowed his saliva and looked back at Guan Yingjun, "I feel like your case-handling style is starting to resemble Guan Sir's."
"No, I was just threatening him a little bit." Jian Ruochen pinched his index finger and measured the width of the edge of his fingernail. "I know that Qin Jiayang must have lied in the second half of his sentence. Jiang Hanyu shouldn't be stupid enough to instigate murder directly. After all, Jiang Yongyan fell into this trap."
He paused and said, "But as long as Qin Jiayang says that the check was given by Jiang Hanyu, we can summon Jiang Hanyu to inquire."
Ding Gao clapped his hands, "I understand! You asked him about his motives on the surface, but in fact you were subtly leading Qin Jiayang to fear the outcome of the trial so that he would betray Jiang Hanyu!"
"Oh~" Zhang Xingzong suddenly realized, "When Jiang Hanyu comes, we will show him Qin Jiayang's confession. By then, the two of them will definitely shirk responsibility, and we will be able to get more information!"
Jian Ruochen's eyebrows curved, "That's the truth."
He covered his nose, tilted his head and sneezed, feeling a little itchy in his throat. "I'll lie down for a while. I'll talk about the rest when Jiang Hanyu comes over."
Guan Yingjun caught a glimpse of his blushing face, frowned and called out softly, "Jian Ruochen?"
Jian Ruochen lay on the workstation set up by Guan Yingjun in the Group A office, tilted his head, and looked sleepy, "Hmm?"
Guan Yingjun raised his hand and touched Jian Ruochen's forehead. The temperature, hotter than usual, passed from his fingertips into his heart, making him feel uneasy.
He retracted his hand with a gloomy look in his eyes, "Bi Qianqian and Liu Sizheng go and ask Jiang Hanyu to come over, and the others go and see if there are any new clues from the Forensic Science Department."
Zhang Xingzong is in charge of the clerical work within the group. His biggest task at the moment is to write the preliminary report.
But when he thought of Guan Sir's actions, he was shocked, "Is Consultant Jian sick?"
"I think you have a cold." Guan Yingjun wrapped Jian Ruochen in a single coat, poured a cup of hot water, opened the drawer, made a cup of lemon salt water and put it next to Jian Ruochen, "Drink something hot first, and then I'll take you to the hospital."
Jian Ruochen took a sip from the cup and said, "No, let's talk about it after we finish our work."
Guan Yingjun leaned against the desk, lowered his eyes and said nothing.
The lemon light salt water tasted good, hot but not scalding. Jian Ruochen drank half a cup in one breath. When he didn't hear Guan Yingjun's reply, he bumped the man's leg with his knee, "Sir Guan? Why aren't you talking?"
Guan Yingjun said, "Having something on your mind is not conducive to recovery. It is better to let you get rid of your worries first. Just do as you said, and finish the work first."
The steaming water vapor is in front of my eyes, blurring my figure.
Jian Ruochen thought he was going to argue with Guan Yingjun about whether the case or health was more important, but he didn't expect...
He held the cup and drank the hot water, then fell asleep on the table in a daze.
Half asleep and half awake, I heard Zhang Xingzong's voice.
"... Sir Jian doesn't seem to be in good health. What will happen to him in the future when he passes the physical fitness test at the police academy?"
"It's okay, he will recover." Guan Yingjun said softly, "He has a special condition."
Jian Ruochen felt as if someone was standing by the window, blocking the light coming in from outside.
Consciousness wandered for a moment.
Jian Ruochen fell asleep completely.
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When I woke up again, more than an hour had passed.
Jian Ruochen stood up straight, raised his numb arm and touched his forehead. It was still hot, but he had sweated a little and felt much better.
He coughed and put his lips to the warm cup.
"Drink some water." Guan Yingjun whispered.
Jian Ruochen took a sip from his hand, then took the cup, looked around, and found that Zhang Xingzong was sleeping on the camp bed he had placed under his desk and had not moved for 800 years.
Obviously very tired.
Jian Ruochen joked quietly, "Sir Guan, why don't you have a bed?"
Guan Yingjun said: "Sleeping is a waste of time. I don't sleep during the day."
This sentence seemed familiar. Jian Ruochen was slightly startled, then chuckled.
He lowered his voice and imitated Guan Yingjun's original tone and said, "Dating wastes time solving cases."
Guan Yingjun raised his thick eyebrows, "That's because I didn't touch you."
Jian Ruochen didn't expect him to say that. His eyes widened and he took three gulps of water without realizing it.
He covered his mouth and coughed twice, afraid of waking Zhang Xingzong up, and his face turned red.
Guan Yingjun smiled silently.
He finally understood that Jian Ruochen could act out anything and say anything when acting for the mission, as if he understood everything, but in fact he was extremely thin-skinned in this regard.
It won’t work if you use the real stuff.
He moved a chair and sat down next to Jian Ruochen, then he took the boy's hand and rubbed it in his palm.
Jian Ruochen's palms itched and his scalp was numb.
He glanced at Zhang Xingzong, whose glasses were crooked due to sleep, and wanted to pull his hand out of Guan Yingjun's palm, but when he thought about the other party's expression of "we don't know each other" and "you must be up to something" when he first met Guan Yingjun, his confidence and desire to win came up.
If anyone needs to loosen up, Guan Yingjun should be the first to do so.
He pulled away first, as if he was scared.
Jian Ruochen stopped coughing, sipped the hot water intermittently, and tried to remain calm. With a smile in his eyes, he gently scratched Guan Yingjun's palm with his bent fingers.
Guan Yingjun paused with his thumb on Jian Ruochen's hand, and a nameless fire burned from the palm of his hand to his heart. He stared at the two lotus-colored lips soaked in hot water and whispered, "No matter what I do with you, it's not a waste of time."
Jian Ruochen gritted his teeth and said "Oh".
Just when he was about to give up, he heard the sound of heels hitting the ground rapidly outside.
The two of them let go of each other's hands at the same time and distanced themselves from each other.
The next moment, Liu Sizheng opened the door and leaned in, saying loudly, "We have brought Jiang Hanyu here. He is now in the interrogation room. Do you want to ask him, Sir Jian?"
On the camp bed in the first row of the office, Zhang Xingzong was so frightened that he rolled over and fell off the bed. He put on his glasses in a hurry, his eyes were blank, "Are we starting work?"
Jian Ruochen said "hmm", drank the water in the cup, and stood up with the photo of the check and the confession folder.
The fever hasn't subsided yet, and I feel a little weak and unsteady when I walk.
He then took a cup of hot water at the door of the interrogation room and turned to look at Zhang Xingzong, "Sir Zhang, did you get the interrogation video of Qin Jiayang?"
"Here I am." Zhang Xingzong yawned.
Jian Ruochen watched and played one too.
The two looked at each other.
"Yawning is contagious." Zhang Xingzong said with a smile. He looked relaxed, but the moment he opened the door of the inquiry room, the smile in his eyes disappeared along with his kindness.
In the past, he just thought that Jiang Hanyu was born into the wrong family. Although emotionally speaking, the vested interests who grew up with stolen money are infuriating.
But rationally speaking, Jiang Hanyu himself did not commit any crime.
However, since the "Hong Kong International Hospital Organ Trafficking Case" was solved, Jiang Hanyu was guilty.
He said that he didn't know he used the bone marrow of an innocent girl, but what was the reality?
The people who went there for the transplant couldn't have been unaware of it, but Jiang Hanyu just didn't leave any video.
Zhang Xingzong had a stern expression on his face as he followed Jian Ruochen and sat opposite Jiang Hanyu.
Said it was an inquiry.
In reality, there is no difference from interrogation.
Jian Ruochen looked at the pale-faced Jiang Hanyu, gathered the folders and put them on the table, "I never thought that we would meet face to face again in this way."
Jiang Hanyu got goose bumps all over his body.
When facing Jian Ruochen, he remembered how Jian Ruochen had planned every step carefully to tie him and Jiang Mingshan together.
This guy is too smart, he can't win in a head-on fight.
There are so many people in the West Kowloon Regional Police Station, why is Jian Ruochen the one who came?
Jiang Hanyu stood up and said, "I want someone else to ask."
Jian Ruochen smiled, suppressing the itch in his throat and said, "Sit down. I didn't ask you to go to the interrogation room simply because Qin Jiayang is in the interrogation room now."
"You are being questioned simultaneously."
Jiang Hanyu's face was gloomy, "What does it have to do with me?"
Zhang Xingzong was so angry that he laughed, "Ha, what does it have to do with you?"
Jian Ruochen picked up the video recorder, pressed the playback button, and pointed the small screen directly at Jiang Hanyu. Then he stood up and turned on the video recorder in the inquiry room, holding the tripod and said, "Mr. Jiang, why don't you finish watching it before talking."
Jiang Hanyu looked at the smile on Jian Ruochen's lips and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
Qin Jiayang's panicked voice can be heard in the videotape: "No, no, no, the person who gave me the check was Jiang Hanyu! He was the one who asked me to kill someone!"
Jian Ruochen pressed the pause button and looked straight into Jiang Hanyu's eyes, "Qin Jiayang accused you of inciting murder, what do you have to say now?"
Zhang Xingzong's palms were sweaty.
They all knew that Jiang Hanyu did not directly instigate the murder.
Everything at this point is an interrogation tactic.
If you want Jiang Hanyu to explain the origin of the check, you have to create a crisis of self-proof for him.
Zhang Xingzong knew that this was the most risky and safest way, but he was still so nervous that his hands and feet were numb.
What if Jiang Hanyu doesn’t fall for it?
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