Chapter 79 I Want to Eat Milk Tea Tofu
The images in the inquiry room are transmitted in real time to the small room next to the inquiry room via a video recorder.
Liu Sizheng and Bi Xianxian were sitting in front of the screen and couldn't help but become nervous.
Liu Sizheng rubbed his fingers, "Zhang Xingzong almost broke the pen, but Jian Ruochen remained calm."
Bi Xianxian said: "There's something wrong with Jiang Hanyu. He's shaking."
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Jian Ruochen leaned back in his chair, raised his eyes and asked, "Why aren't you talking? Did you not figure out how to make up the story, or did you not expect Qin Jiayang to give you away?"
Jiang Hanyu pursed his lips.
He was very cautious this time. When he handed the check to Qin Jiayang as planned, he deliberately kept something in reserve and recorded it.
then……
"I indeed did not instigate Qin Jiayang to kill someone." Jiang Hanyu forced himself to remain calm and hid his slightly trembling hands under his thighs.
Jian Ruochen said softly: "Bring your hand up and put it on the table so we can see it."
Jiang Hanyu's face changed again and again, and finally he took a deep breath and gradually calmed down.
He put his hands on the table and emphasized again, "I really did not instigate Qin Jiayang to kill someone."
Jian Ruochen said calmly: "Words are not enough."
Jiang Hanyu pulled the corner of his mouth and took out the recorder from his pocket, "I admit that the check was indeed given by me to Qin Jiayang. But I did not instigate anyone to kill anyone."
He pressed a button on the side of the recorder.
Qin Jiayang's voice came out, "As long as it can destroy Jian Ruochen's image in Li Changyu's heart?"
Jiang Hanyu: "Yes, you can do whatever you want, slander, spread rumors or do something else. How many people in Hong Kong want this check, don't let us down. As long as you can do it, the Qin family will not have to worry about the future."
Qin Jiayang was silent for a while before saying, "I understand."
Jiang Hanyu: "Waiting for your good news."
The sound of clothes rubbing against each other could be heard.
This is the end of the recording.
Jiang Hanyu stared at Jian Ruochen and said word by word, "You were able to enter the police station to help solve the case, isn't it because you are Teacher Li's student? I gave the check to Qin Jiayang just to ask him to do something to make Teacher Li hate you."
"I want to see what happens when you are no longer under Teacher Li's tutelage."
He paused, "Who knew that Qin Jiayang misunderstood and killed Lin Ziming in order to use suspicion and public opinion to trick you."
Unfortunately, Lin Ziming was too capable and stole the check and left a message before his death.
Jiang Hanyu felt that he had pulled one back, "Advisor Jian, instigating others to slander is not a crime, right?"
Zhang Xingzong held the pen tightly and bit his back teeth tightly.
The recording only contained a short section, which was obviously just for dealing with the police.
Jiang Hanyu did fall into the trap of self-proof, but he had a backup plan and now he actually wanted to use the law to get back on his feet.
what to do?
Zhang Xingzong looked to his side.
Jian Ruochen smiled, his eyes clear, "It seems that you don't understand it fully. There is too much room for manipulation in a unilateral recording, and it is easy to take it out of context, so it generally cannot be used as evidence in court."
"The lawyer you consulted taught you that inciting defamation does not constitute a crime, but did he not teach you that recordings cannot be used as self-evidence?"
He looked up at Jiang Hanyu who had already stood up, and raised his chin towards the empty seat, "Sit down."
Jiang Hanyu's throat tightened, he clenched his fingers, and slowly sat back in the chair opposite the inquiry table.
Jian Ruochen suppressed the itch in his throat and said, "You just admitted that the check was from you. But we checked the Qifu account and it belongs to the Xiangjiang Peace Hotel."
He pulled out two sheets of paper from the file, "And the Hong Kong Peace Hotel is not an asset of the Jiang family, but something under the name of the Director of Administration of the Hong Kong Government Affairs Department."
As we all know, the Hong Kong Chief Secretary is currently a minion of the British Hong Kong government.
Jiang Hanyu finally couldn't maintain his outward composure.
He stared at the two documents on the table. The lines of text, each the size of a grain of rice, mixed together into a dizzying vortex.
Jian Ruochen flipped through the documents and slowly took out a record. "The Director of the Administration Department was detained for illegal organ transplantation some time ago and is currently under investigation. If you don't explain the true origin of the check, we will assume that you are involved in the case of illegal organ transplantation and trafficking."
Jiang Hanyu explained in panic, "I didn't."
His heart was pounding.
Lu Rong is too unfathomable to be betrayed.
You can go to jail if you pretend to have a relationship with the Director of Administration.
He doesn't want to go to jail.
Jian Ruochen opened his eyes and exhaled a hot breath, "I'll ask you one last time, where did the check come from? Are you sure it's yours?"
Jiang Hanyu had a layer of sweat on his back.
He bit his lower lip hard, leaving a white mark on it.
In the video room next to the inquiry room.
Bi Xianxian murmured, "This passage's substitution of concepts is really brilliant."
When Jiang Hanyu stood up, they all thought that the origin of the check would be left unresolved.
Unexpectedly, things took such a dramatic turn.
Jian Ruochen was able to grasp the only clue and ask questions in such a short time.
Liu Sizheng couldn't help but laugh: "It's so refreshing to see Jiang Hanyu standing up and then being forced to sit down again."
The two smiled at each other and then looked at the screen.
In the inquiry room.
Jiang Hanyu took a deep breath, "The check... the check was given to me by Lu Rong. I don't know where he got it from."
Jian Ruochen's back suddenly relaxed.
As long as the source is verified with the Director of Administration, this check can become evidence of Lu Rong's collusion with the British Hong Kong government.
Zhang Xingzong also closed the interrogation record. "Mr. Jiang, thank you for your cooperation. We will come back to you if we need anything."
Jian Ruochen thought: What a pity that Jiang Hanyu cannot be detained.
If Jiang Hanyu can be restrained, Liu Qishang from icac can send people to check Jiang Ting Mansion and look for evidence of other illegal businesses of the Jiang family.
As soon as this thought came to my mind, the door of the inquiry room was opened.
Guan Yingjun walked in and said, "Mr. Jiang Hanyu, we have found out that you spread false rumors at the Xiangjiang University Canteen, blatantly fabricated facts to slander Consultant Jian and discredit his reputation."
The color on Jiang Hanyu's face faded away, "I didn't..."
Guan Yingjun took out a videotape, put it into the player brought by Zhang Xingzong, and turned the screen.
The screen showed a bird's-eye view of the fast food restaurant. Judging from the angle, it should be a surveillance camera installed in the corner. The camera was a little blurry, but Jiang Hanyu's face could still be recognized.
Guan Yingjun said: "In 1990, a serious canteen poisoning case occurred at Hong Kong University. Later, they cooperated with the police and installed surveillance equipment in all the restaurants on campus."
He pressed the play button, and Jiang Hanyu's slightly distorted voice came out from the loudspeaker.
"What do you think... Could Jian Ruochen be an undercover agent sent by the Hong Kong British into the West Kowloon Regional Police Station? ... Maybe he already knew the inside story, and the Hong Kong British also wanted to get rid of a group of criminal politicians, but it was difficult to do so, so they asked Jian Ruochen to take action?"
"Jian Ruochen is so suitable, his mother is British."
Guan Yingjun only played the most critical part before pressing the pause button. "Blatantly fabricating facts to slander others is punishable by detention for up to five days and a fine of 500 yuan. Mr. Jiang, a police officer will be in charge of this matter later."
Jiang Hanyu's lips trembled slightly, and he shouted in disbelief: "Detention?"
That's ridiculous.
He just said two plausible bad words, how could it constitute defamation?
"I need a lawyer."
Guan Yingjun glanced at Jian Ruochen's red face and his patience ran out. "Please. Zhang Xingzong, since Mr. Jiang wants to sue, prepare evidence for prosecution, so as to put an end to this farce of public opinion."
Zhang Xingzong stood at attention: "Yes sir!"
He clapped his hands in his heart.
It’s so refreshing.
The crime of defamation will not be sentenced for a few days. The harm is not great, but it is extremely insulting. The police still have hard evidence in their hands. Once Jiang Hanyu goes to court, his reputation will be completely ruined.
Wait for Zhang Xingzong to take Jiang Hanyu away.
Jian Ruochen's forced breath immediately dissipated, and fatigue and discomfort swept over him in an instant.
Guan Yingjun turned off the video equipment in the interrogation room and raised his hand to touch the boy's forehead, which was burning hot.
He frowned, hurriedly took off his coat and put it on the man, picked up Jian Ruochen, and went downstairs through the emergency passage while picking up the pager and saying, "Bi Xianxian, Jiang Hanyu is currently being detained for defamation. Tell Liu Qishang to hurry up and investigate whatever needs to be investigated."
After he finished speaking, he opened the car door, put Jian Ruochen in and fastened his seat belt.
Jian Ruochen fiddled with the storage compartment in the car drowsily, took out a wet towel from it and put it on her forehead, and said vaguely: "Actually, I feel much better than before."
Guan Yingjun started the car: "Yeah."
Most of Jian Ruochen's physical problems were caused by long-term use of phenmetholone.
There is not enough time now, it will get better if you raise it for another half a year.
"Thank you." Jian Ruochen murmured, "Thank you for calling me to exercise every morning."
I feel tired while executing the task and would grumble a few words about how strict and early it is.
But exercise is a good thing.
He glanced at Guan Yingjun and asked, "Why did you think of checking the surveillance of Xiangjiang University?"
Guan Yingjun smiled and said, "I didn't check it. The owner of the fast food restaurant is my informant. I paid him."
He held the steering wheel with one hand, and only had time to pull up the large coat draped over Jian Ruochen when the light turned red. Then he lowered his hand and touched the boy's palm.
Piping hot.
Jian Ruochen closed his eyes sleepily, "I'll take a nap."
Between half asleep and half awake.
He suddenly felt a pain on the back of his hand. When he tried to move, a big, hot hand held his wrist again.
Someone whispered, "Be good and don't move."
Jian Ruochen vaguely realized that he must have been given an IV drip, so he groaned "hmm" in a daze, curled up in the quilt, and fell into a deep sleep smelling the disinfectant.
This time when I woke up it was already the next morning.
As soon as I opened my eyes, the snow-white sheets and ceiling came into view, and the smell of disinfectant in the hospital filled my nose.
Jian Ruochen curled up his numb fingers and turned his head to look at his side. Guan Yingjun was holding his left wrist with one hand and holding a newspaper on his abdomen with the other hand. He fell asleep in a chair beside the bed.
His usual handsome and majestic, distant and cold features also revealed a hint of peace and stability at this moment.
Jian Ruochen looked at the reddish-brown thin cotton balls oozing out of the back of his hand, twisted his numb wrist slightly, and stood up to get out of bed.
Guan Yingjun woke up immediately, his lips slightly pressed, "Why are you up?"
"I'm hungry." Jian Ruochen's voice was a little hoarse.
"Lie down." Guan Yingjun said, "I'll go call a doctor."
He held Jian Ruochen's left hand with the needle hole, slowly inserted his five fingers into the gaps between his fingers, interlocked his fingers, and rubbed the boy's cold back of the hand with his thumb, "It's not hot anymore, you had a fever of 39.8 degrees yesterday. From now on -"
"Brother Jun."
The words of instruction were interrupted.
Jian Ruochen glanced around the ward and confirmed that no one was there. Then, she grabbed the man's hand and put it to her lips for a quick kiss while interlocking their fingers. She raised her eyes to observe Guan Yingjun's expression, "I'm really hungry."
Guan Yingjun's Adam's apple rolled. Just when he was about to ask Jian Ruochen what he wanted to eat, he heard the person who was supposed to abstain from food say, "I want to eat milk tea tofu."
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