If the tiger doesn't show off its power, do you really think I'm hellokitty?!
Today I will show you what the most powerful brain is!
Wen Xiaojun, who was silently angry in her heart, turned around and looked at the entire torture chamber again.
Looking at the various books piled high on the old mahogany bookshelf, Wen Xiaoyun's eyes shined brightly.
She couldn't help but rub her hands together. The inside story of the murder of Wang Zhifu's brother must be inside.
But just when she was about to go to another bookshelf and start searching, the books she had stacked together suddenly tilted and fell off the shelf.
Wen Xiaoyun was startled when she heard the noise, and then looked back at the bookshelf assigned to her by Hu Dongcai. Her mood suddenly sank.
Even if she had a purpose to search for it, her current identity is after all, the clerk of the torture chamber.
Regardless of whether she wants it or not, her duties are quietly piled up there, waiting for her to complete them.
After a moment's hesitation, Wen Xiaoyun decided to prioritize things first.
After all, although Hu Dongcai left now, there was no guarantee when he would come back for a surprise inspection.
Although Wen Xiaoyun was not afraid of him, it would be troublesome if he found out that he had another purpose in entering the torture chamber.
Thinking of this, Wen Xiaoyun no longer hesitated, rolled up her sleeves, strode forward, and began to sort out all the files on the bandit ambush case.
Although it is easy to say it, it is almost impossible to do it.
Her strategy in the morning was to read through all the books, then sort them into categories and sort them out.
But now the number of bookshelves on this shelf is dozens of times that in the morning. It would probably take two days to sort them all into categories.
Thinking of the workload of the entire case, Wen Xiaoyun unconsciously rubbed her numb face.
The intensity of work in the morning was already very scary, but it was still bearable for her if she persisted for a whole morning.
But on the 20th, she had such an intensity of work every day that even she with super memory methods could not support it.
What's more, while she was sorting out the bandit ambush case, she had to take some time alone to use her greater experience to pick out the Wang family's old cases from a few years ago in more files.
This is almost an impossible task.
The sweat on Wen Xiaojun's forehead began to drip down unconsciously.
This is undoubtedly another extremely tough battle.
But she has never been afraid of any tough battle.
The task is dead, but the person is alive.
Everyone has a way, it just depends on whether she can find it.
She was lucky again.
Rather than looking for fish in the abyss, it is better to retreat and build a net.
No matter what, this afternoon she must be as energetic as she was in the morning and read through all the documents first.
It was too late to say, but it was too soon. After making up his mind, Wen Xiaoyun took action quickly.
Since she didn't have to move the files out and organize them separately, this time she started working by quickly browsing the cover of the booklet and flipping through the entire book.
Then the book in her hand began to open and close quickly like a currency detector tapping paper and pen.
Every time she finished flipping through a book, she would organize it together according to the content and time marked on the cover.
It wasn't until she read through all the books on the bookshelf that she realized the insidious nature of Yang Zhituo's father, Yang Dianshi.
This bookshelf full of books was placed randomly. The same batch of archive books were actually scattered and placed in various locations on the bookshelf.