Detective: Open your eyes, I am handcuffed in the interrogation room

Half an hour later.

Police Combat Teaching and Research Office.

"Fuck!"

"Chen Yi, are you serious...wait a minute!"

boom!

Zhuo Yun felt a strong force coming from his chest. Before he could feel the pain, his body had already flown three meters away and landed heavily on the ground.

The eyes of several young police officers watching nearby were shaking, and they looked at Chen Yi with awe in their eyes.

Chen Yi slowly lowered his legs and chuckled: "Brother Yun, of course our martial arts competition must be real, and it will be infinitely close to actual combat. Only in this way can we promote the development of each other's abilities."

"I'm doing this for your own good. Your physical fitness is not very good and you need to exercise."

"Come again."

Zhuo Yun rubbed his chest, and the muscles on his face were a little distorted.

It really hurts!

He felt that Chen Yi was avenging his private revenge in the name of discussion!

"I'm not coming. I'm convinced... I'm convinced. Isn't that enough?" Zhuo Yun stood up and grinned his lips.

As long as this guy is not facing dangerous criminals carrying thermal weapons, if he dares to resist arrest, the other party will definitely end badly.

The previous Han Jiaguang is a good example.

When facing interrogation, he would occasionally touch his chest!

Chen Yi shook his shoulders and said with a smile: "Okay, let's talk about it next time."

Zhuo Yun stared: "Is there a next time? There is no next time!"

"Chen Yi, I think you have too much energy. This is not good. You need to calm down and hone your character."

"Well, the archives haven't been sorted out for a long time recently. Go and help. By the way, you can become familiar with the previous files and gain experience."

Hearing this, Chen Yi raised his eyebrows and moved his wrist slightly.

This action made Zhuo Yun's face change slightly, and he quickly said: "Newcomers have to go through this process! I am the team leader! You can't..."

"Haha, there is something easy to say, there is something easy to say."

Seeing Chen Yi eager to give it a try, Zhuo Yun changed his tune while laughing.

In the fighting teaching and research room, it was called sparring, not beating. There was no place for him to cry.

"Okay, I just want to see what cases our criminal investigation detachment has solved before."

Chen Yi put down his hand and turned out of the ring.

Seeing this, Zhuo Yun breathed a sigh of relief and swore in his heart that he would never fight Chen Yi again.

I originally wanted to test my strength, but I didn't expect to suffer a big loss. I don't know how this kid has been able to practice before.

…

When Chen Yi came to the archives room, he saw a middle-aged man in police uniform busy.

In a few days, he basically knew everyone in the city bureau who should be known to him, and his name was Wang Deyan.

It seems that since joining the company, he has been responsible for organizing documents and files. He has been working in the logistics department for many years and has never participated in the investigation of a case.

There are many positions in the Municipal Bureau, and everyone plays an important role in their respective positions. It cannot be said that they are not capable.

All I can say is that it is not suitable for field work.

Although it is difficult to get promoted, it is relatively comfortable. You don't have to travel around in the sun and the wind, you don't have to investigate and visit day and night, and you don't have to bear the pressure.

Looking at the neat and spotless archives, Chen Yi knew that he was still very serious and responsible and should be respected.

"Brother Wang."

Chen Yi smiled and walked in.

Wang Deyan turned around and found that it was Chen Yi, and responded with a smile: "Chen Yi, why are you here?"

"Just call me Lao Wang, that's what they all call me. Don't call me brother, it feels weird. My son is not much younger than you."

Chen Yi was not pretentious and changed his words: "Okay, Lao Wang."

"Brother Yun asked me to help. Do you think there is any work you can give me?"

"help?"

Wang Deyan came over with an old file and said with a smile: "It's not an understatement to ask you to come here to help. You should just follow Lao Zhou."

"But... that's okay, it won't do you any harm to know these things."

He naturally knew Chen Yi, who played a key role in both murders.

Such a young police officer has an absolutely unlimited future, and he cannot compare with him.

Having said that, compiling files for new employees is a process that everyone needs to go through, so he is not surprised.

For Chen Yi, understanding previous cases can at least increase his experience.

No matter how powerful a police officer is, he still needs to constantly learn and learn from his strengths to offset his weaknesses.

Chen Yi glanced around and asked, "Then...where do I start?"

Wang Deyan pointed to a corner: "Well, those are old documents from more than ten or twenty years ago. You can sort them into categories."

"As for how to divide it, it's up to you."

Chen Yi nodded: "Okay."

After saying that, he walked over.

Wang Deyan came to his seat with the file and ignored Chen Yi.

After a while, Chen Yi sat opposite Wang Deyan with a stack of files in his arms and read through them carefully.

It is indeed quite old and the paper is a little yellowed.

Most of them are cases that have been solved, including suspects who are at large.

Years ago, there was only one tracking method. If the suspect escaped in advance and concealed his name, it would not be easy to find him.

Therefore, he was put on a wanted warrant.

The network cleanup operation swept away a large number of them, but the number is still quite large.

The two of them sat quietly like this, and an hour passed unknowingly.

"Would you like some water? Xiao Chen."

Wang Deyan, who was opposite him, changed his title and spoke with a smile.

Chen Yi raised his head and said politely: "No, the cup is outside. I'm not thirsty. Thank you."

Wang Deyan: "Okay."

He stood up and poured himself a glass of water.

When I came back, I found Chen Yi holding two files and comparing them.

"What are you looking at?" he asked.

Chen Yidao: "One of the missing cases was twenty years ago, and the other was fifteen years ago."

"The person hasn't been found yet. I'm afraid it's more serious than the worst."

Wang Deyan came to Chen Yi, took a look, nodded and said: "These two cases were handled by Bureau Zhang, and in the end they came to a conclusion that it was more likely to end in danger than in danger."

"It's a pity that you can't see people alive or dead, and you can't see corpses."

Chen Yi: "Ju Zhang?"

Wang Deyan: "Yeah."

"At that time, Director Zhang was still the captain of our city bureau's criminal investigation team. Later, a new case appeared and there were no clues about the case, so it was slowly closed down."

"However, the search is still continuing, and each city has issued a letter of assistance for investigation."

"Despite this, I'm afraid many people have forgotten them."

"I think Director Zhang must still remember it."

Chen Yi was slightly silent and said: "For those who have no father or mother, maybe... there is a possibility of leaving their hometown and they don't want people to know."

Wang Deyan sighed: "That's all I can do to comfort you."

"Two children without a father and mother suddenly disappeared from the world. Who would care except us policemen?"

Chen Yi didn't speak. He flipped through the few pages of the file again and finally closed it.

Immediately, the two files were put together.

Wang Deyan glanced at Chen Yi and said, "Do you also think that their disappearances are related?"

Chen Yi: "We have too many things in common, so let's take it that way."

Wang Deyan shook his head and sighed, then sat back down.

"I wonder if I will be able to see these two girls before I retire."

"If he were still alive, he would be in his thirties."

Chen Yi was silent, his eyes fixed on the cover of the file.

Thirties?

That's the best outcome.