Chapter 86 Death Sentence
Old-fashioned mobile phones are not good at hiding sounds.
Jian Ruochen also heard what Chen Jincai said.
But why would Jiang Hanyu store illegal drugs in the bank?
Could it be that Jiang Hanyu was the one who put drugs in the vitamin B before?
impossible.
Based on the motive, there was no reason for Jiang Hanyu to drug "Jian Ruochen" a few months ago.
Jian Ruochen raised his hand, grabbed Guan Yingjun's wrist and pulled it down, then put the phone to his ear, "Does it say preluding?"
"Yes! Yes, yes, yes." Chen Jincai was surprised and said, "It's this word. The handwriting is not clear. When you say it, the words behind it look more and more similar. How did you know?"
Jian Ruochen opened his mouth, not knowing how to explain for a moment.
The situation is too complicated and the time span is too long to be explained in a few words.
But whether it was Jiang Hanyu who drugged us or not, we have to wait until we catch him and interrogate him.
From the perspective of motivational psychology, Jiang Hanyu does not meet the conditions for committing the crime at all.
Jian Ruochen hasn't thought it through yet. Guan Yingjun quickly switched the phone to his left hand and put it to his ear, "We've met before."
Chen Jincai let out a short "ah".
I realized it later and was stunned.
Weird, why did Jian Ruochen respond so quickly?
Wasn’t the number he dialed Guan Yingjun’s?
Sir Guan is both suspicious and a bit of a germaphobe. How could he be willing to let others listen to his cell phone?
Guan Yingjun turned his arm slightly, and his wrist was out of the boy's palm. He raised it and stroked Jian Ruochen's back soothingly. He quickly retracted his hand and said calmly to the person on the other end of the phone, "Chen Jincai, remember to let the forensic department take photos before moving the evidence. Don't forget."
"……OK."
Chen Jincai put the brown paper bag in his hand back into the safe, restoring it to its original state.
Hang up the phone.
The two headed straight for the parking lot.
When I passed the lounge, I saw five or six policemen sitting inside, drinking tea and watching TV. The judge's voice came from the TV in the corner.
"The Kowloon Magistrates' Court pronounced a verdict in court, sentencing the defendant Lu Qian to 13 charges including harboring and manufacturing drugs, robbery... and trafficking in cultural relics, directly or indirectly causing the deaths of more than 100 people. The means of committing the crimes were extremely cruel, the circumstances of the crimes were particularly bad, the consequences of the crimes were serious, and the social harm was extremely great. He was severely punished according to law."
Jian Ruochen raised his head and looked over.
The judge had been hearing the case for more than three hours and his face looked a little tired, but his tone was firm and tolerant.
He said: "The verdict is as follows."
"The defendant Lu Qian has been convicted of multiple crimes and sentenced to death."
"And fined 30 million yuan... The defendant should..."
I couldn't hear what he said afterwards.
He had no time to be happy and followed Guan Yingjun into the stairwell and rushed downstairs.
As soon as I ran up one floor, I heard deafening cheers coming from the serious crime squad upstairs.
The lounge was close and the roar was extremely clear.
“Execute within 7 days!”
"good!"
"There's no room for maneuver!"
"Finally! Where's Consultant Jian? Lift him up to celebrate! I'm going to treat him to roast goose at Hong Kong Heung Ting!"
"Huh? It's gone. It was here just now."
"Haha, you scared me away, didn't you?"
Jian Ruochen's lips curled up briefly.
He rushed downstairs in two steps, sat on the passenger seat panting, and leaned over to pick up the ceiling-mounted siren placed on the ground behind him.
Guan Yingjun caught a glimpse of the slender waist dangling beside him, and he bent his index finger and stroked the steering wheel.
Jian Ruochen has gained some weight.
The waist is not so thin anymore, but the waistband is still empty. A bit of her white belly was revealed from the loose belt.
It was very flat, with no muscle development, and two shallow grooves of the oblique muscles were hidden in the darkness of the waistband.
He pursed his lips and looked away, but from the corner of his eye he could still see Jian Ruochen shaking his back and hips when he reached for something.
The good looks of a boy has nothing to do with his gender. He is thin and well-proportioned, fair and skinny, but he has some flesh where it should be, which is very beautiful.
Like a statue in an art gallery.
Jian Ruochen reached for the ceiling-mounted siren, reached out his hand from the car window, and pressed it on the roof to open it.
The moment the sirens sounded, Guan Yingjun stepped on the accelerator.
Jian Ruochen immediately fastened his seat belt, and then the white modified Toyota rushed out of the police station parking lot.
The taxi driver dropped Jiang Hanyu off at Jiangling Hotel 50 minutes ago. During the 50-minute gap, no one knew where Jiang Hanyu went.
They must go to Jiangling Hotel immediately to collect clues and find out the whereabouts of Jiang Hanyu.
Neither entry and exit restrictions nor traffic checkpoints can be set for too long. Lu Qian had just been sentenced to death and fined 30 million yuan.
Although 30 million is just a drop in the bucket compared to the amount of money Lu Qian committed, it was even a compromise that the judge had to make.
But even if it was only 30 million, it was undoubtedly a slap in the face of the British Hong Kong government.
The British Hong Kong government will definitely find ways to cause trouble for West Kowloon.
Guan Yingjun said: "The satellite intercom is in the storage compartment. Take it out and tune the channel. If there is any news, send it back at any time."
Jian Ruochen opened it and flipped through it, finally seeing the satellite walkie-talkie in the corner.
It looks very new, so it must have been bought not long ago.
He found the switch of the old-fashioned satellite intercom and turned it on. While waiting for the red light, he asked, "Sir Guan, how come you even have a satellite intercom? Isn't the headquarters short of money? Why would you equip the serious crime team with such advanced equipment?"
This machine was only invented in the 1970s and was not fully used in police stations until 2030.
Would the West Kowloon Regional Police Station be so generous to use this in the 1990s?
Guan Yingjun said: "Group A has them. I got them these past two days. Pagers and cell phones are not fast enough."
Jian Ruochen: ...
He had a new understanding of Guan Sir Moonlight's abilities.
Quite good at spending.
The red light turns to green.
Ten minutes later.
The Toyota stopped outside the Jiangling Hotel.
The two got out of the car and went straight to the front desk.
Guan Yingjun took out his ID and asked, "Did you see a short man wearing a hat, about 170cm tall, while working for the CID?"
The young receptionist standing at the marble counter was startled, then looked at Jian Ruochen, his expression changed slightly, his eyes wandered, "No..."
As soon as he finished speaking, before Jian Ruochen could open his mouth, Guan Yingjun asked, "Are you lying?"
The waiter's expression froze and he was confused.
For a moment, he couldn't tell whether the tall and majestic police officer in front of him was lying to him or he really could see that he was lying.
The waiter had some sweat on his forehead.
Jian Ruochen said quickly: "Think before you speak. If you conceal key information and cause serious consequences, we have the right to arrest you for obstruction of justice."
The waiter's face turned pale.
He had just listened to the radio broadcast of the verdict on Lu Qian and knew that the West Kowloon Regional Police Department was swift and resolute and would dare to do anything. Bribery and faction were nothing in front of the West Kowloon Regional Police Department.
The serious crime squad is full of inhuman lunatics.
Jian Ruochen raised his hand and looked at his watch. It had been more than an hour since someone saw Jiang Hanyu entering Jiangling Hotel.
He didn't have the patience to use guided interrogation techniques anymore, and said bluntly: "We don't have time to play Tai Chi with you. You have three seconds to tell me the truth, otherwise you will be summoned by the police station."
“3——”
The waiter at the front desk never expected that these two police officers would not play by the rules.
Not even a word to chat.
He had worked at the front desk for five or six years and had met all kinds of police officers. He had heard a lot of ghost stories and lies, but no other group of police officers was like the two in front of him.
As soon as I heard one word, I knew he was lying.
That's ridiculous.
Jian Ruochen: “2——”
“Oh, I get it.” The waiter wanted to raise his hand to cover Jian Ruochen’s mouth as he read the countdown, and his back suddenly collapsed.
He just wants to make a little money, but doesn't want to go to jail.
People who have been in prison will be looked down upon in society, and even matchmakers will not introduce wives to such people.
The waiter took out a manila envelope and said, "Jiang Hanyu has indeed been here. The Jiang family is our old customer. Jiang Mingshan bought a parking space at Jiangling Hotel three years ago and parked a spare car there, paying maintenance fees regularly."
Guan Yingjun took it through the knot of his handkerchief, opened the opening of the brown paper envelope and took a look inside.
A dozen orange ones cost one thousand Hong Kong dollars, and with this thickness, they weigh at least thirty thousand.
He put the money back and asked, "Are you responsible for maintaining the car that Jiang Mingshan left behind?"
The waiter scratched his head awkwardly, "How did you know?"
Guan Yingjun frowned, "What kind of content do you usually maintain?"
"Just wash and clean the car, take it out regularly to fill the oil and change the oil, etc., to ensure it can be driven..."
He became more and more hesitant as he spoke. "Oh, it's a bit strange... When Jiang Mingshan was still alive, he specifically asked me to put three barrels of gasoline in the trunk. After he was executed, this request continued. I was curious. The Jiang family is so big, is there no space for an extra car? I thought this was a hobby of the rich..."
"Hiss...Isn't he going to use it when he wants to escape?"
Guan Yingjun: “…”
It's been a long time since I felt that there are so many idiots in the world.
Jian Ruochen asked: "What's the license plate number?"
"I know that." The waiter glanced at the two police officers standing side by side, while secretly reaching out to touch the edge of the brown paper bag on the counter and pulling it back little by little.
He muttered, "A8456, not a good license plate."
Guan Yingjun asked: "Are you sure it's not a fake license plate car?"
Waiter: “…Not so sure.”
Guan Yingjun: "What does the car look like? What brand? What model is it?"
"It's quite ordinary, a Toyota V20, the white Toyota that is most commonly seen on the streets of Hong Kong in the past two years. What's more special is that the rearview mirror is placed on the fender, which is a bit retro." The waiter described it vividly, then rubbed his hands and smiled, "Can I keep this money?"
"Keep it." Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and put the pen back into the pen holder of the workbook. "This is your income from labor, but you have to hand over the hush money Jiang Hanyu gave you."
The waiter was about to retort that there was no answer when he met Jian Ruochen's penetrating and clear eyes.
He felt a chill run up his spine. When he turned around, he met Guan Yingjun's extremely cold eyes. He suddenly felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. He didn't dare to say a word and handed over another thicker envelope.
Guan Yingjun took it and put it into the evidence bag.
Jian Ruochen walked to the side, picked up the satellite walkie-talkie, and informed Lin Yazhi in the West Kowloon Serious Crime Unit of the news he had just received.
…
50 kilometers away from Jiangling Hotel, at the entrance of the undersea tunnel from Kowloon Peninsula to Hong Kong Island.
Jiang Hanyu was sitting in the driver's seat, his heart tightening as he looked at the red light at the checkpoint ahead.
He had just heard his own wanted warrant.
This place can't be passed.
what to do?
He can’t pass the traffic checkpoints and entry and exit are restricted. What should he do?
Damn it, Lu Qian!
Jiang Hanyu slammed the steering wheel hard and screamed hysterically.
He didn't dare make too much noise and could only suppress the shouting in his throat. The hissing sound was like the sound of crumpling and tearing plastic paper.
How did it become like this?
Four months ago, he was the most promising art student at Hong Kong University, just one step away from the highest music hall.
Now all it can make is this disgusting and broken sound.
Can't escape!
You can't escape by yourself!
Jiang Hanyu held the steering wheel and took a breath. Ignoring the cursing from the owner of the car behind him, he turned on the turn signal, changed lanes temporarily, turned around from the emergency parking lane, drove into a secluded and deserted road, stopped, and called Lu Rong.
"Lu Rong." Jiang Hanyu's voice trembled, "You must help me, the secret files of MI6 have been obtained by Jian Ruochen!"
He couldn't control his emotions at all and shouted hysterically: "You must help me! Otherwise I will drag you down with me and no one will be able to have a good life!"
Lu Rong chuckled and dragged into the water?
There is no evidence, how can you drag him into trouble with just your words?
Did Jiang Hanyu think he would be as confused as Lu Qian?
Lu Rong said coldly: "Watch your attitude when talking to me."
"You - beep beep beep..." Jiang Hanyu had just started to speak when a busy tone came from the phone.
Lu Rong hung up the phone.
He threw the phone to the ground, his chest heaving, feeling embarrassed and helpless.
…
On the other side, Jian Ruochen had just sat back in the car when Lin Yazhi's voice came from the satellite intercom:
"The Transportation Department has reported that a white Toyota made an emergency lane change outside the Eastern District Undersea Tunnel and drove against the flow of traffic. It is suspected that Jiang Hanyu turned after seeing the checkpoint."
Jian Ruochen pressed the intercom button: "Received, we'll go right away."
"Hurry up." Superintendent Lin gritted his teeth. "The higher-ups said we would cause traffic congestion, and gave us a strict order to remove the checkpoint in 30 minutes."
Guan Yingjun leaned closer to the intercom and said, "Madam, please mobilize some people."
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