Chapter 85 Haha, I was laughed at by the West Kowloon Regional Police Station~
Chen Jincai picked up the evidence bag containing the key and examined it carefully.
The key is very short, with the metal part only two or three centimeters.
The plastic handle is thick and has dense anti-slip patterns.
He murmured, "It's not from the three major banks in Hong Kong. The key to the safe of the Hong Kong Bank is cylindrical, the Swiss Bank has a cross pattern, and the Qidong Bank has a double-sided key made of all iron... There is no such key in the top ten commercial banks..."
The more Chen Jin analyzed, the less certain he became of his inference. "How could it be that neither of them is true? Did I remember it wrong?"
Li Maoming said: "Take the photos and send 20 people to the bank to inquire one by one. If one person goes to two banks, the results will be available in 40 minutes."
Chen Jincai: "...My team members are digging the river bank."
There are only about a hundred people who can work in the West Kowloon Regional Crime Unit, and each of them has his own work to do.
It is unrealistic to ask 20 people to put down their current cases and go to the bank.
The review of other groups is not as strict as that of the serious crime team, and the quality of the personnel varies. It is easy for them to be caught by reporters and the case is extracted. The biggest fear is that the British Hong Kong government will infiltrate and leak the information, which will alert the enemy.
Li Maoming frowned and said, "There are only ten people left in the Central Bureau, and they are currently investigating a case and cannot leave.
There are too few people who can be trusted.
Guan Yingjun said: "No hurry, I'll try it first."
Chen Jincai didn't believe it. "You? You used to be an undercover agent for a drug trafficking group. How could you understand bank safes?"
As soon as he finished speaking, there was a knock on the door of the conference room.
Zhang Xingzong's voice came from outside the door, "Sir Guan, I got the things!"
Lin Yazhi raised her voice and said, "Come in."
Zhang Xingzong pushed open the door of the conference room with his back, came in with two thick boxes of documents, and placed the brown paper boxes on the table. "It's all here."
"It's hard work." Guan Yingjun said, holding the file book and moving it in front of him, "Go and inform ICAC Liu Qishang that the wanted order came from them, but the clue collection point is set up here. Let the witness who provided the clue come to West Kowloon to record his statement."
Zhang Xingzong stood at attention, "Yes sir!"
Li Maoming was so scared that he shrugged.
He has been in Hong Kong for almost ten years, but his team is made up of people from the mainland. After he gives an order, the people below just have to say "OK". Normally, people don't call each other "sir". It sounds a bit strange at first.
Zhang Xingzong trotted out of the meeting room, and Guan Yingjun took out everything in the file box.
All of them are photos of safe keys.
Not only are there three views, but there are also tooth mark annotations, the bank it belongs to and the location of the bank on the side.
Jian Ruochen: ...
What does Guan Sir do when he is not working?
Is this the knowledge that an ordinary criminal policeman can have?
He raised his eyes and glanced over, and happened to meet Guan Yingjun's gaze.
The man lowered his eyes, a faint smile on his lips.
His face has eyebrows that are higher than his eyes, and the distance between his eyebrows and eyes is shorter than that of ordinary people. He looks fierce and fierce when he is not smiling, but once he smiles and looks intently at someone, the affection hidden in his eyes will be revealed.
The glance was fleeting.
Jian Ruochen was stunned.
When Guan Yingjun made that expression just now, the end of his eyebrows slightly raised, one eyelid slightly lifted, the corner of his mouth bent for a moment, and he used a little force on his apple muscles.
This expression carries a hint of pride, which translates into: I want to hear you praise me.
Jian Ruochen laughed and adjusted his gaze as if he didn't see it.
There is no reason for people to praise each other in public or at a conference table.
If you want to praise someone, you should find an opportunity to praise Lin Yazhi and Li Maoming...
Guan Yingjun pursed his lips and pushed aside the dividing page with a plastic handle written on it.
Eliminate double-sided keys and cylindrical keys, and finally extract five pieces of information and compare them carefully.
Chen Jincai picked up the documents scattered on the side and flipped through them.
No way, brother, you really understand?
Who would rent all the bank safes in Hong Kong just to take photos?
No wonder Group A was so poor half a year ago that they could only afford porridge. It turned out that all those people spent their money on things like this.
They are all crazy.
In less than three minutes, Guan Yingjun said, "Found it. It's the Cha Ling Bank in Jinlimen, Kowloon. It's a small bank."
So small that no one present had ever heard it.
"It's on the easternmost side of Kowloon, close to the sea." Guan Yingjun put the document under the key and pushed it to the middle of the table.
Li Maoming raised his eyebrows in surprise.
The serious crime squad is indeed full of talented people.
"The key problem has been solved, so what about Jiang Hanyu's whereabouts?"
After a wanted warrant is issued, it will take at least half an hour for people to come forward with clues, and most of them will be invalid.
If you are not careful to distinguish, not only will your efforts be in vain, but it may even allow the suspect to take the opportunity to escape from the Internet.
Li Maoming pondered and said, "Why don't we contact the traffic control department to set up checkpoints to check the car? He wasn't seen by anyone and he didn't go to the bank. The most likely possibility is that he is still in the car. Hiss... Does the public relations department have a radio? It would be best if we could inform the taxi driver of the wanted notice through the car radio."
Lin Yazhi: …
Forget about a radio station, they don't even have a television station.
The Public Relations Department has to use the media to broadcast any press conference it holds.
Haha, I was laughed at by the Kowloon West Regional Police Station.
It’s enough for you to know that your family is poor. Now that you’ve been seen by the mainland police, it’s a bit embarrassing.
Lin Yazhi smiled awkwardly, "We don't have a special one...haha."
Li Maoming: ...so poor.
Jian Ruochen came to the rescue of Officer Lin, "The Regional Police Station is impartial and has not colluded with politicians, so it is targeted by the British Hong Kong government. In the entire Hong Kong, the West Kowloon Regional Police Station has the least funding, there is nothing we can do about it."
"Oh..." Li Maoming suddenly realized.
Yes, just because Jian Ruochen is rich doesn’t mean that the West Kowloon Police Station is rich.
Li Maoming: "It's a pity that the British Hong Kong government did not agree to the central government's move to set up a media and television station in Hong Kong, otherwise I would be able to help. Now I can only think of other ways to notify the taxi driver."
"It's okay, I have one." Jian Ruochen took out his cell phone, "STN has a radio station."
He called Chen Zhuyao's number to explain the situation, and in a few words confirmed the time when the radio station would broadcast the wanted order. Then he said, "Don't worry, Officer Li. STN News is currently the most trusted Hong Kong news among Hong Kong people. It is widely circulated. Everyone can hear it."
Li Maoming's eyes were burning.
Rich.
Really rich!
It would be great if we could cooperate with the mainland, report more reform content, and overturn the rumors maliciously spread by the British Hong Kong government...
But this would be too political, and I don't know if Jian Ruochen would agree.
Li Maoming said: "Now we need responsible and conscientious entrepreneurs like you."
Jian Ruochen refused to accept the honor.
He is also an entrepreneur. He doesn't understand finance and only knows how to spend money.
Lin Yazhi looked at the two people greeting each other and suddenly felt happy.
It’s okay. What does the lack of money in the West Kowloon Police Station have to do with the West Kowloon Crime Squad?
The serious crime squad has a little god of wealth!
She smiled and said, "Chen Jincai, you are responsible for taking the key to Chaling Bank in Jinlimen, Kowloon, and check what is in the safe. Remember to take a photo after opening it."
"Gong Yingjie, you are responsible for finding Jiang Hanyu's whereabouts."
"Guan Yingjun, you and Jian Ruochen will lead your team to deal with the witness who will come to provide clues about Jiang Hanyu's whereabouts in 20 minutes. Be careful to distinguish the truth from the false."
Lin Yazhi gave the order in an orderly manner and looked at Li Maoming again, "Mr. Li, what are your arrangements?"
Li Maoming said: "I will be responsible for taking people abroad to receive the results of your expulsion."
The Hong Kong court will certainly cover up the crime of harboring espionage, and the heaviest sentence will be deportation.
Although it is said to be deported, it is not known whether he was actually transferred to England for protection.
Guan Yingjun tapped the table with his index finger. "He has also committed financial crimes. We cannot guarantee that he will be deported."
Li Maoming waved his hands: "It's okay. Financial crimes will be sentenced to ten years, and espionage crimes can be settled later."
The West Kowloon Crime Squad has just reached an agreement.
All taxi drivers in Hong Kong with car radios received an urgent message: "Hello everyone, I am Chen Zhuyao, and I have an urgent message."
"The following is a wanted notice. Jiang Hanyu, a suspect suspected of money laundering and other major financial crimes, is currently on the run. Jiang Hanyu, 19 years old, between 165 and 170 cm tall, slim, weighing about 50 kg, black-haired, Chinese. His facial features may be obscured. If there are any witnesses, please go to the inquiry room of the Serious Crime Unit of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station to provide clues. A reward of HK$100,000 will be offered to anyone with important clues..."
Jiang Hanyu sat in the back seat of the taxi, his whole body stiff, and raised his hand to press down the hat on his head.
The driver in the front row said cheerfully as he drove, "One hundred thousand? So much? These policemen are really generous. Wow, Jiang Hanyu... I've seen this guy on TV. Tsk tsk tsk, he's not a good guy at first glance. He's laundering money, so heartless. He makes money from the hard-earned money of ordinary people. He's really a stinky capitalist."
Jiang Hanyu closed his eyes.
A tremendous rage rose up from my heart, eventually burning into a numbing burnt smell.
He covered his mouth and retched.
I wanted to refute but was afraid of exposing myself, so I had to swallow my anger.
Seeing that the passenger didn't respond, the driver looked back through the rearview mirror. The person in the back seat had his head lowered, with the brim of his hat covering most of his face, so no expression could be seen.
He suddenly remembered what was said on the radio just now - height between 165 and 170 cm, slim figure, weight about 50 kg, which might obscure the facial features.
Isn’t this right?
The car slowly stopped in front of Jiangling Hotel.
The driver turned around in doubt and asked, "You..."
Jiang Hanyu took out 200 yuan from his pocket and handed it over, interrupting, "No need for change."
The driver took it, rubbed the anti-counterfeiting mark on the money suspiciously, and then asked: "Are you Jiang Hanyu?"
Jiang Hanyu just wanted to curse.
have a finger in the pie! No manners at all! So annoying!
Isn’t it just a bonus of 100,000 yuan?
These poor guys are crazy about money!
He said in a deep voice: "Are you sick? Are you wrongly accusing passengers for no reason?"
After he finished speaking, he slammed the car door loudly, turned around, exhaled, and walked quickly into Jiangling Hotel with forced calmness.
The driver looked at it and felt something was not right.
He couldn't figure out whether the attitude was suspicious or not.
But the height, weight, face covered, and Chinese descent all match up...
He made up his mind, turned the steering wheel and drove towards the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
Isn't this just like buying a lottery ticket?
He had to take a gamble.
If it's true, wouldn't that be a hundred thousand dollars for nothing!
Maybe I can even get a Good Citizen Award by the end of the year!
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In the police station, Jian Ruochen responded to the aunt in front of him who provided clues with a smile on her face.
The woman was about fifty years old, with curly hair, a floral dress, and a pair of greasy sleeves. She had a round face. "Sir, I definitely saw him. He came to the stall to buy sesame cakes yesterday. I can't be wrong. That was Jiang Hanyu!"
Zhang Xingzong pulled the corners of his mouth with difficulty, but he couldn't smile at all. "Sister, you are from Clearwater Bay, and Jiang Hanyu's home is close to Hong Kong University. Even if he really wants to buy sesame cakes, he won't go so far to buy them. Who would drive an hour through the undersea tunnel to buy sesame cakes?"
Is Jiang Hanyu bored?
That's the downside to collecting information after a wanted warrant has been issued.
Many of the lower-class people in Hong Kong have been exploited to the point where they can't even afford to sleep. Therefore, when they hear some news that seems to be true, they will try their luck and attempt to get money from the police station.
It's really frustrating to deal with someone who is unreasonable and unruly.
Jian Ruochen looked at the fifty confession forms in his hand.
Among these 50 people, 30 told lies, and although the remaining 20 told the truth, the clues did not match Jiang Hanyu's actual situation and the logic did not make sense.
He pinched his brows tiredly, "Sir Zhang, I'm going to wash my face."
Zhang Xingzong hummed in exhaustion, "Go ahead."
He also stood up and said, "Sister, no matter whether this clue is right or wrong, the money cannot be paid on the spot. We need to verify and compare. We will settle the money after we catch the person and make a report. You just go back and wait for the news."
Jian Ruochen closed the door of the inquiry room, put the voice behind him, and walked quickly to the bathroom.
The lights in the inquiry room had never been changed, and the light they shone down was pale and dry.
My eyes started to feel sore from looking at the paper for too long under that kind of light.
He turned on the tap and rubbed the clean water on his face.
Because her hair was not tied up, when she leaned over, the hair on both sides of her temples fell down, and fell on her cheeks, where it got wet and condensed into a strand, which was about to fall into the pool.
Jian Ruochen didn't care much. He just felt that the cool water was very comfortable and he wanted to put his head under the faucet. It's a pity that the faucets in the police station don't have long handles...
Just as I thought about this for a moment, I heard a familiar sound of footsteps beside me, and then a hand reached out and pulled back the hair that was almost falling into the pool.
Guan Yingjun's calm and hoarse voice sounded: "Why didn't you tie your hair? Isn't Luo Binwen at home?"
Jian Ruochen turned on the faucet and wiped his face casually, "Yeah."
Guan Yingjun let go of the slightly cool hair, frowned, took out a handkerchief, and wiped the boy's dripping chin, "It dripped onto the clothes."
"It's okay." Jian Ruochen didn't care. "The water is clean and it will dry up in a while."
Guan Yingjun curled the corners of his lips when he thought of his messy and disorganized way of washing his face.
Jian Ruochen has a simple and unpretentious temperament.
They are not particular about details in life and pursue efficiency. They use wet wipes to wash their faces, which can mess up their hair. After washing their faces with clean water, they just wipe them and don't even wipe them at all.
He folded the handkerchief, wiped the boy's lips, passed it over his neck and ears, and finally folded it to the clean side and wiped the wet upper half of his face.
Jian Ruochen was worried about the case and stood there silently, a little absent-minded.
The water drops hanging on the boy's eyelashes trembled, and his eyes were a little red because of discomfort, as if he was crying.
Guan Yingjun's breathing stopped when he saw this. His neck tightened and his Adam's apple rolled. He held the handkerchief in one hand and stretched out the other hand, holding Jian Ruochen's face and stroking it repeatedly. His thumb pressed on the boy's lotus-colored lips, leaving a mark without applying force.
So soft.
Such soft lips are the most effective weapon when West Kowloon interrogates prisoners.
Such a clear and delicate mind, but he refused to even praise her.
Jian Ruochen finally came back to his senses after being stared at.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and pursed his lips. I immediately realized that this person still remembered what happened in the conference room.
He looked around and saw that no one was in the bathroom, so he narrowed his eyes, maliciously stuck out the tip of his tongue, and flicked his thumb across his lips, "Sir Guan even knows which safe the key is for, he's amazing."
He looked up and observed Guan Yingjun's expression from bottom to top. "Just now in the conference room, did you want me to praise you like this?"
Guan Yingjun was startled and curled his thumb for a moment as if it was burned. His neck and ears were all red, and he felt that the place touched by the tip of the tongue was not his own.
The moisture in the handkerchief was evaporated into steam by the warmth of the palm, making people breathe quickly and their souls feel hot.
In the past, they closed their eyes when they kissed and couldn't see anything.
It turns out...it turns out that Jian Ruochen's tongue tip is bright red, much darker than his lips.
Guan Yingjun's breathing became rapid, and he lowered his head to kiss those two lips that made him love and hate them.
Jian Ruochen leaned back to avoid it, raised his hand to cover his mouth, and whispered: "Sir Guan, you are still working, you can't do it now."
Guan Yingjun: ...Okay, yes.
Work is important.
He put his hand down and stared at Jian Ruochen.
He was really screwed and there was nothing he could do.
Whatever Jian Ruochen says is what it is.
"How are your eyes?" Guan Yingjun cleared his throat.
"Nothing." Jian Ruochen took out the eye drops and tilted his head back to put them into his eye sockets.
I closed my eyes and relaxed for a while. I felt my eyes became more comfortable and my mood became much better.
The two turned and walked out of the bathroom.
As soon as I walked to the door of the inquiry room, I saw Zhang Xingzong rushing out from inside, "There's news! It should be true. A taxi driver said that he picked up a passenger near Yau Tsim Mong Qi Shen Private Secondary School. He was less than 170cm tall, a male, with a mask on his face! He got off at Jiang Ling Hotel!"
Jian Ruochen's spirits lifted.
It turns out that his intuition at that time was really correct!
Jiang Hanyu was there at the time!
Jian Ruochen asked hurriedly, "Is there a bank near Jiangling Hotel? Did the camera at the door capture anything?"
Guan Yingjun said: "Call Lin Yazhi to report. We will go to Jiangling Hotel first. Notify the nearby patrol police to strengthen patrols! If the Traffic Bureau has any news, please call me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Guan Yingjun's phone rang.
"Hello?"
Chen Jincai said loudly: "The safe is open, and inside is a powdery substance wrapped in brown paper. I took a look and it is not a drug, but medicine. It says...pre something..."
preluding, phenmetholine!
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