"You...how did you know?" Hu Dongcai took half a step back in surprise, stuttering in disbelief.
Wen Xiaoyun smiled slightly, but did not answer directly. She turned around again, pointed at the bookshelf and asked: "Hu Xingfang, I believe that as long as you take a look here, you will understand why my subordinate suddenly knows so many details."
Hu Dongcai frowned and looked hurriedly along Wen Xiaoyun's guidance. Sure enough, after just one glance, his expression changed again.
All the subtle expressions on his face were collected by Wen Xiaoyun from the corner of his eyes.
She was indeed right, this Hu Dongcai was definitely not a mortal.
With just one glance, he could see all her efforts this afternoon.
In fact, in the Teng County mountain bandit ambush case, in addition to the arrest squad, other cooperating departments in the yamen were also implicated to varying degrees.
Therefore, in addition to the life experiences of each person in the arrest squad, file details were recorded, and the execution room personnel responsible for part of the investigation work were also registered and narrated.
While sorting the documents, Wen Xiaoyun accidentally saw the biography of the person in the execution room, and immediately aroused strong curiosity. Because this person in the execution room was her current direct boss, Hu Dongcai.
To be honest, when she saw the first half of Hu Dongcai's career, she was shocked.
Such a glorious past is so different from his current image of a careless little bastard who just draws some little bastards when he has nothing to do.
His eyes returned to Hu Dongcai. He checked the books line by line. The spines of the books were all marked with special symbols for torture chambers.
Some are very similar, and some are vastly different.
It can also be said that these symbols were specially invented by him, so that he can find the files he needs as quickly as possible on weekdays.
He knew that his memory had always been praised, not because he was really a genius that was rare to see in a century, but simply because he had accidentally discovered a memory method that was only suitable for him.
To outsiders, some of his marks are completely different and seem to have no connection. Only he knows that although the marks are different, they describe the testimony of different witnesses from the same time period.
Because of this, he could now tell at a glance that although the books on the bookshelf seemed to be stacked together as before, the order inside them had changed drastically.
It only took Wen Xiaoyun half a day to neatly rearrange the document according to his personal method.
"Hu Xingfang," Wen Xiaoyun continued, looking at Hu Dongcai's surprised face, "I wonder if you are satisfied with your subordinate's work?"
As if he heard the hidden meaning of Wen Xiaoyun's words, Hu Dongcai's face suddenly darkened. He groaned angrily and shook his sleeves, avoiding Wen Xiaoyun's eyes and her questions, "I didn't talk to you just now.
Did you say that? We are out of office now. Why are you still here? Leave quickly, this torture chamber is about to be locked."
For some reason, Wen Xiaoyun actually heard a hint of angry cuteness in Hu Dongcai's ferocious tone.
Without saying much, she clasped her hands and bowed to Hu Dongcai, gave a brief salute, and left the execution room first.
Looking at Wen Xiaojun's back as he walked out of the room, Hu Dongcai, who had a dark face before, suddenly revealed a meaningful smile on his thin lips.
He raised his hand to rub his chin, narrowed his eyes slightly and said to himself, "Things are finally getting interesting."