Chapter 93 Jiang Hanyu felt that he had completely lost
Bi Xianxian: “Yes sir.”
She turned around and said, "Song Xuyi, Ding Gao, follow me."
Ding Gao glanced at the interrogation room with regret.
Oh...I have to go out on field trip.
I really want to continue watching the trial.
He put on a windbreaker with a pout, hurriedly stuffed his ID into his pocket, and followed Bi Qianqian and Song Xuyi away, looking back only three times.
In the interrogation room.
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and pondered for a few seconds, then suddenly said softly, "You just said, 'This password book is in the single dormitory' and 'The password book may have been taken away.' But I remember that the single dormitory at Xiangjiang University has strict access control and good security measures."
Jiang Hanyu didn't understand, "So what?"
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips and said, "This means that your accomplices can ignore security and enter and exit the single dormitory building freely."
"Then he either lives in the single dormitory, or he is a counselor or professor who can enter and exit the dormitory with his identity, or the dormitory security department is stealing from the dormitory."
Jian Ruochen stretched out his tone and slowed down his speech, carefully examining the expression on Jiang Hanyu's face.
When he heard the word security, Jiang Hanyu opened his eyes wide in horror, his pupils dilated for a moment, his lips slightly opened, and he knew the result clearly.
It is an expression of horror, fear, and resistance.
Jian Ruochen supported his chin and said indifferently, "It seems that the security guard is stealing from the company. The dormitory security guard is your accomplice? Let me think... I'm afraid a dormitory manager alone can't interfere in the affairs of the club. He can only pass on information. Then the person who approves the club should still be at the upper level. He didn't meet with you directly, so he asked the dormitory manager to be the middleman. Is that right?"
A chill ran up Jiang Hanyu's spine.
It's already spring, but it feels colder than ever before.
It was so cold that my teeth were chattering.
He clearly didn't say anything!
Not a single word!
He was not afraid of the consequences of betraying his accomplices, but he was extremely afraid that Jian Ruochen would see through his thoughts.
The brain is his last fig leaf.
If those dirty, selfish thoughts that cannot be expressed out loud but can only be kept in the heart are exposed...
Jiang Hanyu's lips turned pale, and he shook his head in panic, "No... Impossible. How can you tell? Are you a human or a ghost?"
Jian Ruochen:?
He turned to Zhang Xingzong and said, "I'll go get some hot water."
We have to let Jiang Hanyu slow down a bit. It would be bad to drive him crazy.
Jian Ruochen walked out of the interrogation room and met a gaze.
Guan Yingjun lowered his eyes and looked at Jian Ruochen.
He really liked the way Jian Ruo was judging people, confident and assertive.
Every movement can give people a different feeling.
Especially the look in his eyes, which were wild and aggressive, totally different from his usual smiling, amiable, and gentle appearance.
It's a bit like holding someone's life.
It makes people itchy just looking at it.
Jian Ruochen met Guan Yingjun's gaze, felt a little flustered, and looked away reflexively.
He walked to the L-shaped desk outside, found three paper cups, picked up a short and fat little kettle, stacked them together and returned to the door of the interrogation room.
Liu Sizheng was still laughing: "Mom... you just asked a few questions and Jiang Hanyu was so scared that he thought you were not a human being."
Jian Ruochen didn't know whether to laugh or cry, "I'll take it as a compliment."
"I'm just praising you." Liu Sizheng leaned over and put his elbow on Jian Ruochen's shoulder. "You're really amazing. Hey, I'm not saying, can you really read people's minds? And then you use micro-expressions as a cover-up. In fact, you can really read what other people are thinking. Isn't it?"
Jian Ruochen laughed in silence, "Like the Taoist priest who says he believes in science and then flies away on his sword?"
Liu Sizheng was stunned and smiled even more happily.
Oh my god, Jian Ruochen is so funny.
It's really interesting to talk.
Liu Sizheng laughed so hard that he staggered from side to side and got closer and closer.
Guan Yingjun stood behind and watched, his gaze falling coldly on Liu Sizheng's neck, his eyelids slightly drooped and half-closed.
Three figures were vaguely reflected on the one-way glass. Liu Sizheng caught a glimpse of Guan Sir's expression from the corner of his eye, and suddenly he shuddered and stood up straight.
It's over.
The case went so smoothly that I forgot that Sir Guan didn't like people laughing while he was investigating a case.
He looks so bad, I'm afraid his career is about to come to an end!
Liu Sizheng quickly withdrew his hand from Jian Ruochen's shoulder, stood up straight, raised his chin towards the one-way glass, and said guiltily, "I won't disturb you from doing your work."
"Don't disturb me..." Jian Ruochen tilted his head in confusion and looked back as if he had sensed something.
Guan Yingjun didn't stand at the back. He stood in front of the side table where the thermos was placed. He opened the drawer, took out a slice of honey lemon, walked to Jian Ruochen, unwrapped it and put it in the first paper cup in the stack, "Drink the flavored one."
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and looked at the dark-colored fingers with distinct joints holding the packaging bag, and the tips of his ears felt a little hot.
I just put a slice of lemon in the cup, but it felt like I was having an affair in front of my colleagues.
Jian Ruo swallowed hard, "Thank you, Guan Sir."
As he spoke, he quietly raised his eyes and glanced at Liu Sizheng's expression.
Liu Sizheng smacked his lips, his eyes moving between Guan Yingjun and Jian Ruochen.
Sir Guan is so nice to Consultant Jian.
Why……
Guan Yingjun followed Jian Ruochen's gaze and asked Liu Sizheng, "Do you want it?"
Liu Sizheng was stunned and waved his hands repeatedly, "No, no, no, no."
How could he eat the lemon that his boss bought specially for Consultant Jian?
It's only right for Sir Guan to be nicer to Consultant Jian.
After all, there are so many people out there eyeing the little god of wealth, and he will be poached if he is not careful.
If you want to hold on to the little god of wealth, you naturally have to give him some differential treatment and use some means of winning his heart.
Understandable, understood.
Jian Ruochen faced Liu Sizheng's gaze and the tips of his ears suddenly turned red.
The small mole on the cartilage at the tip of the ear became swollen and turned bright red.
Guan Yingjun stared until Jian Ruochen turned around and went back to the interrogation room.
The squat old-fashioned kettle was filled with warm tea.
Jian Ruochen separated the stacked paper cups, poured three cups, and gave them to Zhang Xingzong and Jiang Hanyu.
Jiang Hanyu lowered his head, staring at the cup of hot water motionlessly. His face was pale, his lips were bloodless, and he was in a daze, not yet recovered from the shock he had just experienced.
He stared at the water in front of him and thought to himself.
Jian Ruochen would definitely not be so kind as to bring him water. He might pour a cup of boiling water, intending to scald him to death or make him look bad.
Jiang Hanyu knew in his heart that such speculation was illogical, but he couldn't help thinking so.
Because the calmer Jian Ruochen was and the less responsive he was, the more terrifying he felt.
He would rather be treated as an enemy by Jian Ruochen.
Being hated and being retaliated.
Don't let Jian Ruochen treat you as an ordinary criminal.
That would be like a complete loss.
A complete defeat.
He sincerely hoped that there was something fishy about this glass of water, hiding Jian Ruochen's little thoughts, so that he could take the opportunity to make trouble and accuse Jian Ruochen of being petty-minded.
Even if it can only annoy people, it can be considered that he won for a moment.
Jiang Hanyu's hands were handcuffed, so he couldn't drink water with one hand like Jian Ruochen and Zhang Xingzong, so he held the cup with both hands and took a sip.
The warm water soaked my lips.
He suddenly wanted to cry.
Nothing fishy, just a plain old warm water.
Why...
Why doesn't Jian Ruochen even hate?
Has he never taken anyone seriously?
Jiang Hanyu suddenly lowered his head and burst into tears.
Zhang Xingzong was shocked and asked in a low voice: "What happened to him?"
Jian Ruochen recalled what Teacher Li had just taught him, and applied the case in front of him to the situation. He explained softly, "Jiang Hanyu may have psychological problems. His emotions have been suppressed to the extreme, and his body has given him feedback to vent. It's okay, let's wait and see."
Jiang Hanyu buried his head and cried for a while before he couldn't breathe. He raised his head, took a deep breath, and cried out, "The dormitory supervisor is definitely my accomplice!"
"You guessed it right! The dormitory manager is just a middleman who passes on the message. There is someone above him, but I have never seen him. I know... I know I am not qualified. I know I am just a pawn!"
"Jian Ruochen, this is all your fault. I did this because I hated you and wanted to win you over. It was you who led me down this path."
"Jiang Hanyu." Jian Ruochen said calmly, "If you really want to beat me, there are many fair ways to do it."
He smiled and felt that Jiang Hanyu would not understand preaching. Instead of wasting time, it would be better to do things quickly.
There are no doubts about the contents of the evidence record form, and the questions about espionage have basically been asked, except for the last two.
Jian Ruochen: "Jiang Hanyu, when Lu Rong gave you the key to the bank safe, did he tell you the nature and function of the items in the safe?"
Jiang Hanyu cried and said, "No!"
Jian Ruochen frowned, his face darkening.
Jiang Hanyu was so shocked that even his crying became much quieter.
He is really afraid of Jian Ruochen now.
Very scared.
Jian Ruochen already has the aura of a CID police officer, and he looks very oppressive when he frowns.
It's hard to predict.
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and thought.
When Lu Rong gave Jiang Hanyu the key, he didn't say what the key was for, and the MI6 secret files didn't mention how to use the key either. Could it be in the code that hasn't been deciphered yet?
Isn’t this ridiculous?
Is poisoning him such a big deal?
Is it worth MI6 writing it in secret files in code?
Jian Ruochen raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Hanyu, "Do you know how Lu Rong got the secret file?"
Jiang Hanyu sobbed, "I don't know, I didn't ask..."
He didn't even dare to ask.
Jian Ruochen said "hmm" and closed the evidence file. "Questions about financial crimes will be asked by ICAC. Zhang Xingzong, show him the confession record and sign it with your fingerprint."
"ok." Zhang Xingzong checked the records and placed the A4 paper and red ink in front of Jiang Hanyu.
Jian Ruochen said, "Write your name next to the date on the last line, and then write 'I have read the above transcript, and it is consistent with what I said'. After that, put your fingerprints on the date, name, and key testimony."
Jiang Hanyu was sobbing so hard that his tears were flying everywhere and he couldn't even write properly.
Zhang Xingzong became impatient and grabbed his hand and poked it into the red ink, pressing it down.
Before Jian Ruochen stood up and left, he said softly: "Jiang Hanyu, your mistake was never hating me, nor was it your desire to win, but you committed a crime."
"Go to jail well."
After saying that, he walked out of the interrogation room side by side with Zhang Xingzong.
Liu Sizheng went in to arrest the person.
Jiang Hanyu was stunned and couldn't react.
The words "serve your time in jail" were like a heavy hammer hitting the top of one's head, making one's ears buzz.
Zhang Xingzong was watching from outside and felt very happy, but due to professional ethics, he turned around and asked Guan Yingjun, "Do you want to let Jiang Hanyu have dinner with us? Over at the ICAC... you know Liu Qishang's interrogation style, he may not give Jiang Hanyu dinner."
They are all Guan Yingjun’s friends, and birds of a feather flock together.
They are extremely cruel when interrogating people and use all kinds of methods.
Of all the institutions currently, only prisoners being interrogated by Jian Ruochen have the most "human rights".
At least there won't be any physical harm, these are all mental attacks.
Everyone knows that human rights in the British rule of law system are against capital.
Whoever has rights has human rights.
It was common for civilians and Hong Kong people who committed crimes to be beaten half to death by British police.
Jiang Hanyu is of no use now, and the higher-ups will not protect him.
If you go to iCAC, you will definitely suffer.
Zhang Xingzong glanced at the detention center menu on the table: "Today's is kelp tofu and steamed pomfret, and the vegetarian dish is curry corn and green beans."
Guan Yingjun said coldly: "Send him away."
At the side, Huo Mingxuan, who had always been inconspicuous, said, "Don't keep him. He was about to put the blame on Consultant Jian in the interrogation room just now. It's really bad luck."
Zhang Xingzong imitated Jian Ruochen's movements and made an OK gesture, "Liu Sizheng and I will go and see you off."
The rest of the people finished the tasks at hand.
Go to the tea restaurant downstairs for dinner.
In the afternoon.
Bi Xianxian and Ding Gao, who had gone out to look for the code book, came back.
Both of them looked unhappy.
Jian Ruochen made them some sweet water and handed it to them, "What? Didn't you find it? Where's Brother Song?"
Bi Xianxian took the water, thanked her, and sighed, "Not only that, we didn't even get into the dormitory. The dormitory manager downstairs said we had to see a search warrant, and we weren't allowed in without one."
Ding Gao took a sip of water and said, "Thank you, little god of wealth."
He paused, then drank it all in one gulp, "Brother Song thought that the dormitory supervisor was suspicious, so he left him to keep an eye on him."
Jian Ruochen blinked.
The members of Group A do have their own abilities.
Song Xuyi is a little old and his ideas are relatively conservative, but the old detective has his own ways.
"Old Song's guess is correct. The dormitory supervisor and Jiang Hanyu are in cahoots. He should be an informant hired by the British Hong Kong side." Guan Yingjun leaned against the desk, "Don't let Old Song watch alone. It's too tiring."
He raised his head and looked to the other side, "Huo Mingxuan, Lin Jiacheng, the two of you and Song Xuyi take turns watching."
Jian Ruochen looked over.
These two people don't have a strong presence in Group A and don't usually show up. They have good looks and good spirits, but their facial features are very ordinary.
Even the clothes they wear are extremely low-key, either gray, white or brown.
At first glance, you would think that the streets are full of people like this.
He had hardly ever noticed them before, which meant that these two people were extremely suitable for surveillance.
Huo Mingxuan and Lin Jiacheng looked at each other, stood at attention and said, "Yes sir!"
Guan Yingjun glanced at his watch and said, "It's almost time to get off work. Let's put the work aside and do it tomorrow."
Liu Sizheng suddenly felt strange.
In the past, Sir Guan was the person who loved to work overtime the most in the entire police station. Everyone felt that Guan Yingjun was just one step away from putting a veil on his office and marrying a house.
How come now...
Go home on time?
He couldn't figure it out, so he scratched his head and went to write a report.
Jian Ruochen packed his schoolbag and went to school.
There was a social science elective class in the evening, and the old teacher who taught the class loved to call the roll.
You have to be on time for class and be on time for dismissal. You can’t miss class.
Classes start at 6:30 and end at 8:00.
After class, as soon as I left the school.
Then I saw the car surrounded by four bodyguards at the door.
Jian Ruochen: ...
Luo Binwen opened the car door with a smile, "Young Master, I'm here to take you home."
Jian Ruochen quickly sat on it and said, "Let them wait in the car next time."
"Okay." Luo Binwen had a notebook on his knees, and his clothes were still smelling of glitter and perfume, as if he had just walked out of a social scene.
Jian Ruochen felt a little guilty for a moment, "I left all the housework to you, leaving you no time to rest."
Luo Binwen smiled and reached out to touch Jian Ruochen's hair.
He never got married and had no children in his life.
I don’t really know what it’s like to have kids.
But since he found the young master, he finally experienced the feeling of being an elder and a father.
I’m afraid that he doesn’t eat well or sleep well, and that he eats too much and it’s bad for his stomach. I’m afraid that he’s kind but naive, and makes bad friends and falls in love with bad people.
"Last time you asked me if I wanted to be your godfather." Luo Binwen straightened Jian Ruochen's flying hair, "Many things are part of a parent's job."
Jian Ruochen was slightly startled.
Luo Binwen opened the pocket watch he always carried with him and gently placed it in his palm, "Look at your mother."
Jian Ruochen lowered his eyes and saw a color photo.
She was a particularly serene beauty, with platinum curls hanging down behind her.
She sat on a checkered tablecloth among the flowers, with a straw wreath with fresh flowers on her head, a basket of snacks at her feet, and looked at the camera with a slight smile.
Luo Binwen stood behind her, wearing a shirt, his hair not yet gray, and he was about the same age as the woman.
He didn't look at the camera, but lowered his eyes, his gaze fell on the grass ring, a gentle smile on his lips.
Jian Ruochen understood it all at once.
Why could Luo Binwen sit in a cafe for eight hours to persuade a stranger?
The person he was advising was not "Jian Ruochen" at all.
Jian Ruochen blinked, returned the pocket watch, and said nothing all the way.
midnight.
Jane couldn't fall asleep, and every time she closed her eyes she thought of her "mother".
In the original book, this woman did not receive timely medical treatment after giving birth to Jian Ruochen, and died of heavy bleeding.
He opened the door to the terrace to get some fresh air, and when he looked down, he saw Guan Yingjun standing outside the garden.
He was stunned.
Guan Yingjun was also stunned for a moment.
He just couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and wanted to relax, so he walked over and stopped here to take a look.
I didn't want to do anything.
Jian Ruochen looked at him, suddenly hooked his fingers, and patted the railing of the terrace.
Guan Yingjun laughed, took a run-up, and nimbly used the momentum to jump up.
Jian Ruochen's lips curled up into a smile, "Sir Guan, breaking into a private house at night?"
Guan Yingjun whispered, "Unfair. I came up only because you waved at me. Is Consultant Jian going to interrogate me?"
Jian Ruochen said softly: "I'm so tired, I can't interrogate anymore."
Guan Yingjun reached out and wiped the corner of his mouth, suppressing the arc, "Are you unhappy?"
It didn't look like a real smile.
When Jian Ruochen really smiles, there are dimples at the corners of her mouth, which is very sweet.
He picked her up, took off his shoes on the terrace, walked barefoot into the room, and said softly, "Don't think about it. I can make you happy."
Jian Ruochen held him between her legs, hanging like a sloth, looking down, and asked suspiciously, "Why are you so happy?"
Guan Yingjun put the man on the bed, lifted up the young man's clothes, and touched the tight and beautiful lines.
Just when Jian Ruochen thought he was going to do something bad.
Guan Yingjun bent his fingers and the flat abdomen under his hand suddenly bounced.
Jian Ruochen: "...Puff."
So itchy.
He didn't dare laugh too loudly, for fear of waking up the sleeping housekeeper Luo. He was so stifled that his abdominal muscles ached, so he had to raise his hand to push Guan Yingjun away, "Don't tickle me, fu..."
There was a hint of smile in Guan Yingjun's eyes.
Jian Ruochen couldn't bear it anymore, so he pulled Guan Yingjun by the collar, turned him over, pressed him down, leaned over and kissed him, and finally the itch was stopped.
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