Chapter 97 Make this yellow for me
Jian Ruochen pursed his lips and thought for a while, then passed the document in his hand to others.
After reading this, Bi Qianqian was furious and drank three cups of herbal tea before she calmed down. "This kind of plan is just because they can't hold on to power anymore, so they want to make a profit by muddying the waters, right?"
The officers of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station are basically native Hong Kong people.
The cases they handle are all major ones that affect the interests of the upper echelons.
Whether it is exchanging information with the CIB to fight drug trafficking, or the vicious attacks and serial murders that have been uncovered in recent years, they are all going against the higher-ups.
Not to mention Jiang Mingshan and Lu Qian who were recently sent away.
Both of them rose to power with the tacit approval and support of the British Hong Kong government.
One controls the most real estate and black money in Hong Kong, and the other controls the largest drug trading market in Hong Kong.
As they handled more cases of this type, they came to know more inside information, and naturally they no longer felt any sense of belonging to the British Hong Kong government.
The more you read a decrypted code document, the angrier you get.
When it was passed back to Lin Yazhi, it had already been crumpled by the angry team members.
Lin Yazhi was silent for a while, then she smoothed out the document with a look of anger and amusement and put it into the folder.
She clapped her hands twice and said, "That's enough. The higher-ups will take care of the political matters. We just need to focus on doing our jobs well."
Lin Yazhi smiled and said, "You guys should hand over to the Central Bureau and transfer the security guard who was shot to them. Zhang Xingzong should prepare the handover materials."
"Thank you for your hard work during this period. The financial compensation for work-related injuries will be checked according to the injury written on the hospital bill and will be paid together with next month's salary. Everyone remember to check it."
Jian Ruochen had something on his mind and was picking his fingernails while thinking.
Lin Yazhi changed the subject and said, "This time, from arresting Lu Qian to alienating the Jiang and Lu families, to arresting Jiang Hanyu, using public opinion to stimulate Lu Qian to stab Jiang Hanyu in court, and helping us interrogate many criminals, all this was done by our consultant Jian. Everyone applaud!"
Crackling sounds suddenly rang out one after another.
Jian Ruochen was startled and applauded twice without knowing why. Then he saw his team members were all looking at him with smiles. He realized that Inspector Lin had just praised him. His ears suddenly became hot and he waved his hands repeatedly. His brain stopped working for a moment.
He paused for two or three seconds before he placed the back of his hand against his cheek to cool it down. He smiled and said, "It was all thanks to Superintendent Lin's trust in me and my willingness to cooperate with Team A. He called the sub-police station without hesitation when support was needed. Otherwise, it wouldn't have been so smooth."
Lin Yazhi raised her eyebrows and said, "It's a pity that Consultant Jian is not a formal police officer, so he can't receive a medal or a bonus. How about this, I will treat Team A to a meal."
She took out a restaurant voucher and handed it over. "This restaurant serves all kinds of specialties. The chefs come from all over the world. It's in a remote place and not very well-known, but it's novel."
"Thank you, Inspector Lin." Jian Ruochen took it.
Zhang Xingzong leaned over to take a look. "Wow! A meal voucher worth 10,000 Hong Kong dollars! Madam, how did you know that our consultant Jian likes novel food?"
Lin Yazhi lifted her hair and said, "I have an informant too."
She smiled and said, "After you hand over to the Central Bureau today, you will have a half-month holiday starting tomorrow. You can all heal your injuries first. I will finish the search warrant matter."
Oh yeah, and there’s also the search warrant made with an “erasable marker.”
Jian Ruochen's eyes wandered.
Guan Yingjun didn't feel guilty at all, "Thank you for your hard work, Inspector Lin."
Lin Yazhi rolled her eyes and walked out of Group A's office in her high heels.
In the afternoon, the uninjured members of Group A ran around handing over evidence and tasks, while those who were slightly injured stayed in the office to write reports.
After finishing the work at hand, I went home.
Guan Yingjun injured his shoulder and it was inconvenient for him to drive.
Jian Ruochen called his bodyguard to act as a driver.
He had the case and doubts in his mind and didn't say much along the way, until his hand was held in a warm palm. Jian Ruochen reflexively raised his head and glanced at the driver's seat. Seeing that he did not attract the bodyguard's attention, he scratched the man's palm.
Guan Yingjun curled the corners of his lips slightly and looked over.
My palms are itchy and my heart is itchy too.
I wish I could kiss him right now.
Jian Ruochen blinked his eyes, feeling playful, and wrote on his palm with his fingertips: Can I stay at your house tonight?
Guan Yingjun put his thumb into Jian Ruochen's palm, stretched out an area, and wrote with his fingers: Are you kidding me?
Jian Ruochen's ears suddenly turned red, and she looked at him in disbelief, with her toes curled up.
Guan Yingjun chuckled softly, met the bodyguard's gaze in the rearview mirror, and raised his leg.
The document placed on the thigh fell to the side, covering the two people's clasped hands.
From the corner of his eye, he saw Jian Ruochen swallowing nervously and whispered, "Help me get it."
Jian Ruochen let go of his hand, picked up the blue file, and said casually: "Why don't you take it yourself?"
Guan Yingjun pursed his lips and said, "My shoulder hurts."
He understood that Jian Ruochen was soft-hearted and easily shy. He loves to tease people close to him, but can't stand being teased by others.
With a smile in his eyes, he looked at Jian Ruochen, who was mumbling but still leaning over to put the documents in place, and asked softly, "Do you really want to come and stay?"
Jian Ruochen touched the back of his neck that was tickled by his breath, turned back and glared at him, "No."
Guan Yingjun smiled.
The car slowly stopped downstairs of the apartment building.
Guan Yingjun opened the car door, said thank you, turned around and walked into the apartment with his briefcase. When he took out his ID card, his right hand hurt or something, and he lost his grip and the card fell to the ground.
Jian Ruochen's wavering heart suddenly softened.
He knew that Guan Yingjun might be playing pitiful, but he still said to the bodyguard in the front seat: "You go back by yourself. I'll stay here today."
bodyguard:?
"But Mr. Luo said..."
Jian Ruochen interrupted, "There are doubts in the case I'm handling now, and I need to discuss it with my colleagues. The case is important, so I'm leaving now."
He got out of the car with his bag on his back, slammed the door with his backhand, shutting in the bodyguard's puzzled face, walked quickly to Guan Yingjun, bent down to pick up the ID card, and held it up to swipe.
The two walked into the building together.
While waiting for the elevator, Guan Yingjun raised his eyebrows and said, "No?"
Jian Ruochen snorted, "On the day you were injured, you were able to endure the pain and shake off the British police inspector, but now you can't hold your ID card. Isn't that -"
With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened.
Guan Yingjun walked in, held Jian Ruochen's hand, pulled him in, pressed the floor button and then pressed the door closing button, without showing any sign of being in so much pain that he couldn't pick up the card.
He held Jian Ruochen's shoulders with one hand, held him in front of him and kissed him, swallowing all the words from that mouth into his throat.
Jian Ruochen leaned his head against the elevator wall.
The feeling of weightlessness when the elevator rises and the suffocating feeling of having your breath robbed when kissing combine to make people dizzy and their heartbeats speed up.
Jian Ruochen felt the hand on his shoulder move down, rest on his waist for a few seconds, then move back and gently pat his tailbone.
The elevator is almost to the top floor.
Guan Yingjun let him go, his lips slightly parted, panting softly, staring at Jian Ruochen, and laughing quickly and softly: "Don't tease me all the time, you'll have to suffer in the end."
Jian Ruochen wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and thought to himself: Let’s see who can amuse who more!
The elevator door opened with a ding.
A woman holding a Doberman was standing outside the door. She was wearing a tight pink knitted skirt and a brand-name mommy bag slung across her body. When she saw Jian Ruochen, she was stunned for a moment, then nodded at Guan Yingjun.
The three of them passed each other.
The woman walked into the elevator, the door closed again, and she walked down.
Guan Yingjun introduced: "That is the wife of the ICAC chief director Zhuo Yawen. Everyone in the building calls her Mrs. Zhuo."
Jian Ruochen frowned, instinctively disliking the title.
Chairman Mao said that women hold up half the sky.
You should not lose your name after getting married and become Mrs. x or Mommy xx.
Jian Ruochen asked: "What's her name?"
"Dong Huixin." Guan Yingjun took the key and opened the door. "She and Zhuo Yawen have a daughter who studies at Hengqiao Primary School and her grades are pretty good."
Jian Ruochen choked: "You know all this?"
Sir Guan’s knowledge is really a mystery.
Guan Yingjun put the key on the shoe cabinet, closed the door, and put one hand around Jian Ruochen's waist, "I have a lot of informants."
He lowered his head and kissed Jian Ruochen's amber eyes.
Jian Ruochen pushed him and felt the elastic chest muscles hidden under his shirt and the small stones on it. His face changed, "Guan Yingjun, you don't feel any pain at all?"
Guan Yingjun said: "Not bad."
It would be a lie to say it didn't hurt, but this injury is really nothing.
Jian Ruochen glanced down, feeling a little scared.
It’s not that I’m afraid of doing that, it’s just that Guan Yingjun is a little big, so I’m a little scared.
It’s not that he is incapable of doing the above, but judging from his physique, he will be knocked over by Guan Sir before he even starts.
Anyway, I have to practice more.
The words in Jian Ruochen's mind were tangled together, and all the logic was lost.
He quickly said, "I have something important to do!"
Guan Yingjun raised his hand and touched Jian Ruochen's face, and said with a smile: "What are you afraid of?"
He raised his hand and put the documents he brought back aside, motioning towards the house, "Let's talk in the study."
Jian Ruochen changed his shoes and followed Guan Yingjun closely to the study. When he raised his eyes, he saw Guan Yingjun taking out the key and inserting it into the keyhole.
He turned it three times on the left, two times on the right, and then lifted the door handle upwards before the door opened.
The door was made entirely of metal and looked cold from the side, with hidden locks one after another. There was a cabinet in the study, and the handle was actually a roulette handle, similar to that of a bank safe.
Further up, there are walls made of sound-absorbing cotton and sound-absorbing blankets on the floor.
Jian Ruochen: ...
"Mr. Guan, isn't the confidentiality of your study a little too good?"
If Guan Yingjun did something bad in here, the victim wouldn't be able to hear him even if he screamed at the top of his lungs, but people next door wouldn't be able to hear him.
Guan Yingjun stood in the room and said, "Come in."
Jian Ruochen walked in and closed the door.
Guan Yingjun put his arm around him and sat on the only chair in the room.
Jian Ruochen sat on his lap, staring straight at the wall in front of him. The wall was densely covered with black and white photos of suspects. Tacks were nailed to the top of the photos, with red threads wrapped around the ends, one connected to the other, forming a dense red silk screen.
It's so shocking.
It's like a scene that would appear in a movie.
Following the silk thread one by one, Jian Ruochen found Lu Qian's face on it. There was a thumb-sized red seal on the blank space beside Lu Qian's face, with the word "plete" written on it.
There was a black line on Lu Qian's nail. Looking over there, Jian Ruochen saw his own photo. It was quite obvious. It was a screenshot of the surveillance camera in the interrogation room.
It is the only color photo on this wall and the only nail with black cotton thread extending from it.
Jian Ruochen looked back at Guan Yingjun, suspicious: "Why am I frowning?"
He didn't think Guan Yingjun had any doubts, but he felt that the color black was somewhat unlucky.
Guan Yingjun whispered, "You are too important to be removed, and I don't want you to be tied to someone else."
Hong Kong people really care about these things.
Jian Ruochen: ...
He thought about it and licked his lips, "No, then change it to yellow for me."
If the red color on the five-star red flag isn’t okay, then yellow should be fine.
How auspicious.
Jian Ruochen turned his head and kissed Guan Yingjun's chin, and said in a commanding manner, "Change to golden yellow."
Guan Yingjun had never seen Jian Ruochen act like a spoiled child, and his heart melted. He didn't resist at all and really took out a roll of golden cotton thread.
Jian Ruochen watched and talked about business: "Lu Rong's motive for giving the key to Jiang Hanyu should be to let me know that someone wants to harm me after catching Jiang Hanyu."
Guan Yingjun hummed, "He may have a conflict of interest with the people who want to kill you, and he wants to kill three birds with one stone. But it is not ruled out that he is the one who drugged you, and this time he is diverting your attention and making you think he is making friends with you and surrendering."
Jian Ruochen tapped her cheek.
The case has been closed, but the mystery remains unsolved. I feel both safe and anxious.
He stared at Guan Yingjun's thin waist with a somewhat faint look in his eyes.
Guan Yingjun finished winding the thread, turned around and asked, "What are you looking at?"
"Look at you." Jian Ruochen smiled.
Guan Yingjun stared at Jian Ruochen's lips, which were a little swollen and a little moist from being kissed, and his heart skipped a beat.
He walked over and asked in a hoarse voice, "Play again?"
Guan Yingjun's mind flashed through Jian Ruochen's expression when they were kissing in the elevator, and the way he wiped his mouth after the kiss.
The two people were in the same room, and Jian Ruochen was young, so it was normal for him to think more. Just when Guan Yingjun thought he was about to say something soft.
Jian Ruochen stood up and said, "Sir Guan, please sit down. It just so happens that you have a relationship table here, so I will use it to explain my speculation."
Guan Yingjun: …
Jian Ruochen picked up a 30cm ruler from the side, used it as an indicator, and pointed to the top: "Let's start with Lu Jingchen."
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