Chapter 99 Thank you for coming to my side
As soon as Bi Xianxian finished speaking, Zhang Xingzong, who was sitting next to her, slowly widened his eyes and turned stiffly towards Guan Sir.
Before she could catch a glimpse of Guan Sir's expression, she pulled back, bumped Bi Qianqian's knee with her leg, and whispered, "Quick, find a way to get out of the way."
Sir Guan hates this kind of “talking before eating” the most!
Bi Xianxian glanced at him and chuckled twice: "Just wait."
Jian Ruochen turned his head and looked at Guan Yingjun. A fluttering yellow lantern was hanging on the window of the private room on the second floor of the boat shop, making his eyes sparkle.
He smiled and glanced sideways: "Sir Guan, everyone wants to listen to you, can you please give me a little face?"
Guan Yingjun picked up the teacup and tapped it on the glass turntable. "Last year, a new member came to the team and brought us new clues. Together, we solved a case that we had been following for many years. If it weren't for him, Lu Qian's case might not have made any progress."
The team members nodded repeatedly.
"Yes, yes. Lu Qian is very arrogant. He relies on his backers to do anything. How hateful!"
"He has a wide network of information and is very suspicious. He always withdraws quickly. If Jian Ruochen hadn't obtained the key evidence..."
The more I think about it, the more I realize how crucial Jian Ruochen is to the entire case.
If it weren't for him, the Serious Crime Unit might still be running around in Hong Kong like a headless fly!
Song Xuyi felt melancholy.
I really can't refuse to accept my old age.
Guan Yingjun raised his cup and said, "Thank you, Consultant Jian, for choosing Group A."
Others raised their glasses and said, “Thank you very much~”
Jian Ruochen originally thought that Guan Yingjun would just say a few perfunctory words, but he didn't expect him to speak so seriously, so he refilled his wine and clinked glasses with everyone.
"Please be more tolerant and considerate in the new year, I haven't even started yet."
The sound of wine glasses clinking rang out. Amid the clinking sound, Guan Yingjun said in a voice that only Jian Ruochen could hear: "Thank you for coming to my side."
Jian Ruochen paused while drinking and squinted his eyes as he said, "It's not enough to just say thank you, Guan Sir."
Song Xuyi did not hear the private conversation between Consultant Jian and Sir Guan. The words "Seniors, please be more tolerant" echoed in his mind. I felt even more melancholy and drank the liquid in the glass in one gulp.
Sadness comes from the heart.
He is old and can't do things as well as young people, and even his speaking skills are not as good as those who have lived younger.
Oh my god…
Bitter wine goes down my throat and hurts my heart. This is the feeling of being eliminated.
Everyone sat at the table and chatted for a while. When they had almost finished the cold dishes, the kitchen started to bring out the hot dishes.
When the Mapo Tofu covered in bright red soup was served, the spicy aroma of oil immediately hit my nose.
Bi Qianqian's expression changed, "For this dish...can't we choose a slightly spicy one?"
Guan Yingjun said: "This is slightly spicy."
Jian Ruochen's expression also changed.
Although he was born and raised in Guangdong, after living in Northeast China for four years, he can actually eat quite spicy food.
What's the meaning of slightly spicy mapo tofu?
Besides, Mapo Tofu isn’t that spicy.
Despite everyone's shocked expressions, he took a serving spoon and scooped a large spoonful of rice and poured it on the rice. He said calmly, "Let me try it for you first."
The tender tofu was cut into small pieces, but even if it was only one centimeter square, you could see how tender and smooth the tofu mixed with minced meat and red oil was.
Jian Ruochen took a bite and his eyes lit up.
Good authentic mainland cuisine!
So spicy!
The breeze made the lanterns on the boathouse sway, and Jian Ruochen suddenly remembered that it was his body before that was not afraid of spicy food, not his body now. I couldn't help but be stunned.
He seems to have not missed home for a long time.
Jian Ruochen hissed and said hoarsely, "It's still a little spicy."
Zhang Xingzong was eager to try it, "I'm curious, I want to try it too."
There were dishes on the table that I had never seen before.
After eating, everyone poured some boiled water into the soup bowl.
It’s too spicy, let’s rinse it off.
It’s too salty, rinse it off.
It’s too sweet, rinse it off.
It tastes good, but the taste is too strong.
After they had eaten and drunk their fill, Guan Yingjun went to pay for his meal voucher, and used the balance of the voucher to pack up two servings of the dish that Jian Ruochen had used the most chopsticks for, and he carried it to the end of the line.
Side by side with Jian Ruochen, he got off the boat with everyone else.
As soon as he reached the door, he was stopped by the waiter who had chased out.
He handed over a beautifully wrapped rectangular package, "Who is Mr. Jian?"
Jian Ruochen turned around and said, "I am."
"This is a gift that a lady asked me to give to you, saying congratulations on solving another strange case." The waiter handed the gift package forward.
Jian Ruochen watched, thoughts of dangerous items such as bombs, sulfuric acid, tear gas, and incendiary bombs flashing through his mind, but he did not take action immediately.
Guan Yingjun picked it up and nodded to the waiter, "Thank you."
The waiter scratched his head shyly and turned back to the cabin.
The two walked down side by side again.
The heels made a soft clicking sound on the wooden boarding planks.
Jian Ruochen said, "There are only two women who know that we are having dinner at the boat house. One is your aunt, Officer Chen, and the other is Inspector Lin who gave us the meal vouchers. Neither of them is the kind of person who would give gifts privately."
Guan Yingjun replied: "Indeed."
He said softly, "But I don't smell any pungent smell like gas, so it shouldn't be a dangerous substance."
Jian Ruochen: ...
Oh, I forgot that Sir Guan has a dog nose.
Can you smell it from such a distance?
"Take it apart and take a look?" Guan Yingjun asked.
Jian Ruochen said "hmm".
The other detectives waiting on the side also gathered around one after another, staring at the gift box tied with golden red wrapping paper and silver ribbon.
Song Xuyi exclaimed: "This wrapping paper is 2,000 per piece!"
Jian Ruochen was surprised: "How much?"
He thought that 2,000 yuan for a bowl of porridge was the ceiling of prices in Hong Kong.
I didn’t expect there was wrapping paper for 2,000 pieces!
Shocked.
Jian Ruochen murmured, "It's so expensive."
What kind of prices are these? No wonder it's a street stall novel.
Song Xuyi leaned back and asked, "You think it's expensive too?"
“My money is not a big wind…” Jian Ruochen paused.
His money really came from the wind.
The two looked at each other for a while, and Guan Yingjun next to them tore open the exquisite wrapping paper of the 2,000 yuan bill with a "crackling sound".
He then took out the key and scratched the transparent tape sealing the box, and the contents were exposed to everyone.
A pitch-black box.
It doesn't look like a normal gift at all.
Guan Yingjun frowned, and the vague, dark and sour feeling in his heart faded away in an instant.
He took out a brand new rubber glove, put it on by the edge of his mouth, picked up the box and looked at it again and again, "It's a videotape."
Bi Xianxian hugged her arms: "Huo~"
Videotapes are very sensitive items for police.
Intimidation, evidence, and help.
It can all be put into this small tape.
No one knew what it was until it was aired.
Jian Ruochen looked around and saw that his colleagues were eager to try, so he suggested, "Let's finish watching the tape before we go home?"
Zhang Xingzong clapped his hands enthusiastically: "OK!"
Jian Ruochen turned and looked at Guan Yingjun.
I saw him take out an evidence bag folded into a square and put the videotape in it.
Guan Yingjun said, "Let's go back to the police station and watch it before we disperse."
Jian Ruochen asked his bodyguards to drive two cars and took his colleagues back to the Serious Crime Unit of the West Kowloon Regional Police Station.
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Haven't been here for two weeks.
I don't feel anything when I rest.
But as soon as the office lights were turned on and I sat down in the chair behind the desk, I felt a complicated feeling, as if I was talking to an old friend I hadn't seen for a long time.
Jian Ruochen patted the armrest and looked up at the TV.
Guan Yingjun put the videotape away and changed the channel.
A yellow-gray image appeared on the screen, showing the muzzle of the uniformed police officer's gun and Lu Qian's calm, gray face.
Everyone sat up straight in an instant.
Such sensitive content...
Bi Xianxian murmured, "It's broken. Sir Guan, press pause. I'll go get the DVD to record it to avoid burning the tape."
Some videotapes can be played only once, after which they self-destruct.
Everyone was so excited just now that they didn't even remember it.
Guan Yingjun pressed the pause button.
The "click" sound echoed in the office.
"No, I can't pause it. Go get it and record as much as you can."
Guan Yingjun said, looking down at the person sitting at his workstation, "How much can you remember?"
Jian Ruochen has a strong memory for graphics and images. If he can't remember much...
"Let me try." Jian Ruochen stared at the TV.
In the picture, three fully armed uniformed police officers stood upright.
Uniform clothing and consistent pace.
Judging from the camera angle, the camera should be placed on the fourth uniformed police officer.
The muzzle of the gun does not appear in the picture, which means that the camera is not installed on the chest of the uniformed police officer, but is placed on the gun, most likely on the side of the gun.
Soon, the camera was slightly raised.
The gun is raised!
Jian Ruochen couldn't help but hold the armrests of the chair tightly.
He wanted Lu Qian to be brought to justice.
Thousands of tons of drugs, even if they were crushed into sieves, wouldn't be enough to vent your anger.
But this doesn't mean that he wants to see a videotape recording the execution process of Lu Qian flowing out from the execution ground!
This tape captured the uniformed police carrying out the execution. If Lu Qian's henchmen who had not yet been cleared out saw the video and investigated who the uniformed police were who carried out the execution...
They might even retaliate!
Jian Ruochen glanced at Lu Qian's attire, then turned his gaze away and quickly took note of the belts and shoes of the three uniformed police officers in the camera.
When wearing the same clothes, the way the belt and shoelaces are tied is the easiest way to distinguish a person.
"Bang!"
Four overlapping gunshots suddenly rang out.
A cluster of blood splashed onto the sand.
Guan Yingjun moved his fingers slightly, trying to block Jian Ruochen's sight, but he raised them halfway and only rested them on the edge of the table for a moment before dropping them again to hold his hand.
On the TV screen, the camera was lowered.
Bi Xianxian held up the camera and shot as fast as she could, but she only recorded the shoes of the fourth uniformed police officer.
The next moment, a burning smell came from the VCR.
Then a cluster of sparks appeared.
"The tape is burnt!" Bi Xianxian put down the VCR and went forward to rescue the tape. Before she could touch it, Zhang Xingzong pulled it away, "I'll do it!"
He used a pen to pry open the place where the videotape was opened, and managed to rescue the videotape casing. He fiddled with both hands as if he was holding a hot potato, and finally half-dropped it and placed it on his desk.
But only a shell is left.
Zhang Xingzong sighed: "What should I do?"
Can Jian Ruochen remember the information in the picture?
Guan Yingjun was silent for a few seconds. "What does the person recording the video mean? Is he threatening us and telling us that he will attack the military police who are carrying out the execution? Or is he simply provoking us to find the person recording the video?"
"I'm afraid it's the former." Zhang Xingzong looked solemn.
Jian Ruochen didn't say anything. He tore off a few pieces of A4 paper and wrote and drew, recording what he had just seen, the way the four people tied their belts and shoelaces.
"Those uniformed police officers tied their shoelaces in three different ways. The first two were the cross-lacing method, the third was the zigzag method, and the fourth, which was recorded on video, was the straight-lacing method."
He tapped the paper. "The fourth one is the most obvious, because the laces don't cross over in plain sight, so the ends are better hidden."
Bi Xianxian came over and took out a video recorder to compare while watching.
Although she only recorded the last one, it was enough to show the accuracy of the picture.
"It's amazing that you can figure out how they tie their shoelaces in such a short time!"
What to do without Jian Ruochen?
Guan Yingjun said, "Bi Xianxian, take it and make a copy. When you are done, report this matter to Superintendent Lin."
Bi Xianxian's face was still flushed from drinking, but her voice was steady: "Yes, sir!"
"Whatever the intention of the person who gave us the video, we must contact the action team and protect them before others find the uniformed police to retaliate."
Guan Yingjun pinched his brows, looked at Song Xuyi, and said softly: "Contact Liu Qishang of the Independent Commission Against Corruption and tell him about this."
Uniformed police video.
It's ridiculous.
Someone up there must have given the order.
Corruption and bribery are inevitable.
Guan Yingjun gave orders in an orderly manner: "Ding Gao, take people to check the video tapes and see if you can get any information from the place of production and the factory."
He paused, and finally said, "Everyone should combine work and rest. If you are tired, take a rest first. Don't force yourself. Superintendent Lin will ask other teams to help."
"Yes sir!"
Jian Ruochen was feeling a little sleepy. He just yawned and wanted to lie down and rest for a while before moving again.
As soon as he lay down, Guan Yingjun's cell phone started beeping like a life-threatening urge.
Guan Yingjun picked up the phone.
On the other end of the line came the deep voice of Yang Ningyu, a senior inspector of the Explosion Accident Handling Section:
"Sir Guan, there was an explosion at Building 13 of Mid-Levels Yaju near Hong Kong University. We have initially determined that it was a man-made gas explosion, which involves a criminal case! Please come over!"
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