Chapter 83: Sir Guan wants to teach me his special skills?
Guan Yingjun drives the fastest.
Jian Ruochen was sitting in the passenger seat of the white Toyota, with Liu Sizheng and Ding Gao sitting in the back seat, leading the way.
Ding Gao glanced at Guan Sir in front of him, wanting to make a request but not daring to, so he could only cautiously poke Jian Ruochen's elbow sticking out from the passenger seat, and whispered, "Advisor Jian, can you ask Guan Sir to turn on the car radio? I still want to listen to the interrogation."
Jian Ruochen looked back, raised his hand to turn on the radio, fiddled with the gears below, and tuned to the STN main station.
The judge and Lu Qian's somewhat distorted voices came from the loudspeaker.
Ding Gao listened with great interest and was very satisfied.
Although the radio station only had sound but no pictures, through the judge's word-by-word review of the case, he was able to imagine Lu Qian being tortured to the point of collapse.
It's so refreshing. The more I listen to it, the better it gets.
I can eat two more bowls of rice after get off work.
Ding Gao patted his thigh and said, "With Consultant Jian, we finally have someone to help us bear the pressure and drive the radio."
Liu Sizheng was speechless.
How could their little god of wealth look like he was under any pressure?
This is not something that was opened without any question.
It's like I'm used to it.
Sir Guan is a person with a strong sense of territory, but when he noticed Jian Ruochen bumping into the radio station, he didn't even glance at him.
When he thought of this, his thoughts froze.
Strange, isn't the relationship between Sir Guan and Consultant Jian a little too good?
It's not the polite kind of friendship between ordinary colleagues, but the kind of friendship without any sense of distance.
Liu Sizheng couldn't figure out what was going on for a moment and could only attribute it to the fact that Sir Guan valued talent.
After all, Consultant Jian is so popular that you won’t be able to keep her unless you treat her well.
Less than ten minutes.
The car drove to the vicinity of Flagstaff International Private School in Yau Tsim Mong.
Guan Yingjun drove around the middle school and soon found the abandoned river embankment that Lu Qian mentioned in court.
At this time, several people who liked the fun and reporters wearing yellow vests and carrying cameras were already standing on the river bank.
There was even an old man holding a shovel and had already dug two or three small holes along the river bank.
The group quickly opened the door and got out of the car.
Ding Gao ran over quickly, "Sir! You can't dig, you can't dig!"
He held up his ID: "I'm from West Kowloon CID, please cooperate!"
The old man groaned and stuck the shovel into the ground: "If you police can find it, we can find it too! I want to help. If I find it, can you give me a good citizen award? More bonus?"
Ding Gao swayed his bamboo-like body, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, and said, "Sir, we need a more complete scene... Please cooperate with us."
The old man's face fell suddenly, "What do you mean? Do you think I'm in the way?"
Ding Gao was overwhelmed.
Some elderly people are unwilling to listen and are emotionally unstable.
Although it is well-intentioned, it will still cause trouble to solving the case.
He was the worst at reading people's faces and communicating with them in the group, and now he didn't dare to anger the people around him.
It would be bad enough if the cordon could not be set up, but the fear was that some British Hong Kong personnel would hide among the people and take advantage of the situation to enter the riverbank and find evidence first.
Liu Sizheng immediately went up to apologize, "I'm sorry, my colleague didn't mean that. We are going to set up a cordon, could you please come with me over there to talk?"
Ding Gao:......
Although he couldn't speak, Liu Sizheng wasn't going anywhere either.
The old man's blood pressure rose and his face gradually turned red. Ding Gao looked at him and cast a look for help towards Jian Ruochen, who had just put on his work badge.
Jian Ruochen made an OK gesture and walked forward with a smile, "Uncle! Your shovel looks very useful!"
The old man's attention was diverted. "Yeah, I see you didn't bring any digging tools, why don't you let me help you?"
"Oh..." Jian Ruochen said regretfully, "We have regulations. It's not allowed. But I want to borrow the shovel. I wonder if Uncle is willing to lend it to me? The office will reward you and give you a bonus later!"
Ding Gao and Liu Sizheng took a deep breath, clenched their fists unconsciously, and stared at the old man.
The cordon has been halfway drawn, and only their side is left. If this old man doesn't go out, the work can't be carried out, and who knows how much time it will take.
After all, river embankment is just a general term.
There may be clues here, but Jiang Hanyu may not really hide the key evidence here.
Everything will have to wait until the search is done.
Time is running out.
The media is watching closely from the sidelines, but we can't be too tough.
Otherwise, there will be bizarre news with headlines like "West Kowloon Police Station CID uses its authority to drive away enthusiastic citizens" tomorrow.
I can only put my hope on Consultant Jian...
Jian Ruochen saw that the old man's expression relaxed, and immediately said: "Your shovel helped, so it can be considered as your help."
Uncle: "Oh, that's the truth."
Jian Ruochen held out his hand with his palm facing upwards, and asked the old man to leave the cordon. "Come with me to the car to register. We will requisition your shovel. After the matter is over, we will send a letter of commendation and a bonus to your home. Thank you for your contribution to maintaining social order!"
I feel a little embarrassed.
This young man speaks so nicely.
Even borrowing a shovel is a contribution to maintaining social order.
It seems that an old man of his age is somewhat useful.
The old man tremblingly wrote down his home address and other basic information on the confession registration form, and all the resistance in his body disappeared within just one minute.
Ding Gao looked at Jian Ruochen who was at ease and scratched the back of his head hard until it made a cracking sound.
Liu Sizheng looked over and asked, "Is it so itchy?"
Ding Gao said, "Ah," "Itchy."
The main thing is that I can't figure it out.
Jian Ruochen is so awesome. He is sincere and powerful when dealing with ordinary people.
Hey...why can't I learn this art of his?
My head is itchy. Could it be that I need to grow a new language system?
Jian Ruochen recorded the information, put the form in the locker in the car, took the shovel from the old man and thanked him, then walked back to the cordon.
Ding Gao reached out and lifted the cordon.
Jian Ruochen bent down and went in, "Thank you."
"I should be the one to thank you..." Ding Gao scratched his cheek with his fingers, took out a disposable shoe cover from his pocket and handed it to him, "If it weren't for you, I don't know what I would do..."
Jian Ruochen took it and put it on, "How could it be? Hasn't this happened before? How did Guan Sir solve it?"
Liu Sizheng: "Please leave immediately...be more firm in your attitude."
So the media often write bad things about West Kowloon.
They were said to be inhumane and that public satisfaction and credibility had been declining year after year. Lin Yazhi had complained to the serious crime squad about this many times.
Jian Ruochen burst out laughing. This is indeed something Guan Yingjun can do.
"Okay, get to work."
As they were talking, Bi Xianxian and people from other groups arrived.
Everyone put on shoe covers and tried not to touch the mud. Each person was responsible for sorting out clues in an area.
Observing the scene was not Jian Ruochen's forte.
He walked to Guan Yingjun's side and said, "Sir Guan, you are experienced and can tell the land by looking at the sand. Did you see anything?"
Guan Yingjun stopped, resisting the urge to rub his head, and said calmly, "The land is not very flat, and there are some abnormal vegetation in some places. Give me the shovel, and I'll go dig it up and take a look."
Jian Ruochen handed over the borrowed shovel, humbly eager to learn.
Guan Yingjun weighed it, walked to a place, inserted the shovel downwards, stepped down hard on the shovel head and pried it out, and a piece of soil with withered weeds was turned out.
His movements were quick and decisive as he worked, his muscles flexing slightly as he shoveled deep each time.
Jian Ruochen shifted his gaze.
For the first time, I discovered that Guan Yingjun was quite attractive, with a wildness that only revealed itself unintentionally.
He licked his lower lip.
We used to do things together often, but never paid attention to these things.
It’s different now. Even if I don’t pay attention to it, something will pop up in my mind from time to time.
Guan Yingjun dug about half a meter.
There was a dull thud.
The shovel head seemed to hit something.
He squatted down, brushed off the dirt with gloves, and dug out whatever he came across.
It is a tinplate box the size of a lunch box.
Bi Xianxian heard the noise and came over. "Did you really find something?"
Guan Yingjun called the forensic department to take photos of the iron box on all four sides before opening the box.
He took off his dirt-stained gloves, put on a cleaner pair, and looked through the contents of the iron box.
A hardcover notebook, a passbook, and a folded piece of paper.
Jian Ruochen opened the passbook and said, "It's Jiang Hanyu's."
He didn't understand, "Why would someone bury a bankbook with money in it in the wild? And in a Swiss bank..."
Zhang Xingzong said: "Many criminals who want to leave a way out for themselves will do this. Because when they are wanted, they can't go home, and they can't go to places they usually go. Once the bank card in Hong Kong is used, it will be reported by the bank, exposing their whereabouts and they can't use it, so they will make a deposit in a Swiss bank as a backup."
He leaned over and took a look at Jian Ruochen. "Wow, 5 million."
In Hong Kong in the 1990s, 5 million was a lot of money, but it could only buy a house of about 100 square meters.
5 million is a lot for ordinary people, but not much for Jiang Hanyu.
"He should have hidden more than just this one." Jian Ruochen thought about Jiang Hanyu's personality. "His daily living expenses are high, and when he was preparing for his retreat, he must have considered that he would have a hard life, so he definitely buried more than just this one."
Guan Yingjun took out his workbook, drew a simple sketch of the riverbank, circled a few plots of land in it, and said, "Copy a few copies and send them to Chen Jincai, and ask him to help dig."
Bi Xianxian: “OK.”
Guan Yingjun opened the slightly yellowed paper stuck on the diary, and at the top of the page were six big black and bold characters - Paternity Test Report.
Appraiser: Jiang Hanyu.
The red square seal was stamped next to the name, bright red, eye-catching and shocking - confirming that there was no kinship.
There is a line of small words above the seal, [After identification by our center, it is confirmed that Jiang Hanyu and Mr. Jiang Mingshan are not related. 】
Identification date: January 2, 1987.
Guan Yingjun held the report tightly.
The information provided by the informant showed that Jiang Mingshan took Jian Ruochen back in 1990. There was no transfer procedure, no welcoming banquet, nothing. Jian Ruochen was only 16 years old at the time.
And Jiang Hanyu actually knew at the age of 13 that he was not Jiang Mingshan’s biological child? He knew it clearly, but he still took over the position and played the role for three years before Jian Ruochen returned.
Jian Ruochen poked his head out, "So early?"
This was not written in the original book. I thought Jiang Hanyu only found out after the original owner was recognized. I didn’t expect that he had done a paternity test himself at the age of 13.
Guan Yingjun was stunned.
Jian Ruochen looked at his expression and touched his nose.
This matter is not easy to explain.
He swung the pot and threw it at Luo Binwen, "The housekeeper said we were taken away by mistake."
Just a simple sentence can make your heart ache for a moment.
Guan Yingjun frowned.
Hong Kong has very strict control over newborns. After they are born, they will not leave the parents' sight and will be looked after by someone special.
Would it be wrong to hold it in this situation?
He folded the paternity test and scribbled through his diary.
Jian Ruochen tilted his head to read along, and was shocked by the venting words that were neither mainstream nor illogical, and slowly retracted his head.
I have been avoiding the protagonists for too long and haven't been shocked by any explosive lines for a long time. I didn't expect that my diary would be filled with them.
Shocking.
far away.
Jiang Hanyu wore a hat and silently blended into the crowd.
He was still a step late.
Fortunately, the police were misled by Lu Qian's words and mistakenly thought that he had buried important items in the soil, so they only found the paternity test, passbook and diary.
Jiang Hanyu looked indifferent.
It wouldn't matter even if the paternity test was exposed.
Anyway, Jiang Mingshan is already dead and his property has been taken by him.
After the heir inherits the estate, the inherited property will not be taken back.
Besides, Jian Ruochen doesn't care about his money.
Jiang Hanyu stretched his lips and smiled.
I thought it was quite interesting to see a group of policemen doing useless work on the riverbank.
No wonder Lu Rong said that many people would return to the scene when the police were searching after they had killed someone.
So that’s how it is. It’s really cool.
No matter how smart the police are, they can only find some irrelevant things and be fooled, right?
Jiang Hanyu's eyes were cold.
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Jian Ruochen suddenly turned around as if he realized something.
Jiang Hanyu hurriedly lowered his eyes and hid behind a crowd of onlookers.
Guan Yingjun followed Jian Ruochen's line of sight and looked into the distance: "What's wrong?"
"It feels like someone is watching me." Jian Ruochen hesitated, "Maybe I'm wrong."
Guan Yingjun immediately issued an order: "Zhang Xingzong, Liu Sizheng, go check the surrounding crowd to see if Jiang Hanyu or the Hong Kong British are among them."
He waited until the two of them walked away before putting the things in his hand into the evidence bag. "Don't underestimate the intuition of a criminal police officer. Intuition relies on the information processing of the brain. If you can't figure out something for a while but feel it intuitively, it's probably because your brain gave the answer but your rationality didn't react."
Jian Ruochen raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Sir Guan, are you going to teach me your unique skills?"
Guan Yingjun chuckled and said, "Teach me slowly."
Jian Ruochen suddenly thought of the man who told him what it felt like to be in love in the pouring rain. He slowly took a step back and said quickly, "I think since Jiang Hanyu can prepare a Swiss bank passbook for himself as a backup plan, he probably won't put all his eggs in one basket."
Guan Yingjun groaned: "What do you mean?"
"He may have hidden something somewhere else nearby. Once the truth is revealed, he can not only get the passbook, but also go to a nearby place to pick up evidence that is unfavorable to him."
Jian Ruochen analyzed: "Furthermore, if the current situation occurs, Jiang Hanyu can also ensure that the key information is not found at once and delay the time."
"This way, there will be more opportunities for both escape and disposal of evidence."
Jian Ruochen looked around and said, "Jiang Hanyu has a strong sense of self-awareness, is self-centered, and a bit self-righteous. Judging from his behavior of burying the love letter and asking Lu Qian to find it, he is a person who values form and meaning but despises consequences."
"People like this will probably hide things in places that have special meaning to them..."
As Jian Ruochen spoke, his voice gradually became quieter, his eyes fixed on the black and white chessboard painted by the river bank.
Lu Qian also mentioned this place in the dock.
It's just that they all used the chessboard squares as positioning points and landmarks, and didn't think of hiding things.
Jian Ruochen's breathing paused slightly.
In fact, the chessboard may be the most meaningful thing to Jiang Hanyu!
There is no cordon on the side of the river bank!
Jian Ruochen took a sudden step forward, without even taking off his shoe covers, he pushed aside the cordon and rushed out, bent down to steady his center of gravity, and jumped down in one go.
Guan Yingjun's heart almost stopped when he saw him jump down, "Jian Ruochen!"
After Jian Ruochen landed, he staggered a step, then climbed up again, heading straight for the position where the king of the chess piece was placed.
The river embankment is made of cement and soil, and if you guess wrong, the feedback will be very direct.
Jian Ruochen stomped his feet on the grid, and a slight empty sound was heard.
This piece is empty at the bottom.
Not far away.
Jiang Hanyu saw this scene just as he dodged the police who were about to check on him.
He clenched his fists suddenly and his mind went blank.
The weather is clear and the sun is shining.
Jiang Hanyu felt a darkness in front of his eyes and a sharp sound came from his ears.
He murmured: "Don't..."
Jian Ruochen bent down, touched the edge of the grid with his fingers, found the artificially cut gap, held on tightly, and used both hands to lift it up——
"Sir Guan, there's something!"
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