The man who loves and chases the murderer lives next door

Chapter 201 Pressed into Meatloaf? (two more)
Not long after Song Zhen entered the file room, he heard Long Xiang's voice.

He froze, frowning slightly, hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards the previously estimated area.

The shelves in the archives room are full of large filing boxes, and the year is clearly written on each box.

Song Zhen took a cursory glance at the past, and there were four shelves full of files from seven years ago.

Each compact shelf has five floors, and more than 20 file boxes are placed on each floor, and it is not known how many files are in each file box.

Finding the files of the heart-pounding case among so many files is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack.

But fortunately, the file management work of the Public Security Bureau of G City is relatively standardized, and the settled cases and unsettled outstanding cases are classified and arranged, which narrows the search scope at once. Roughly identify the area.

But archives are not books after all, and the archives management system has not been introduced in the early years. Who will check the old cases that have been stored in the warehouse?So no one cares, if Song Zhen wants to find it, he can only bite the bullet and search for it.

There were rustling noises from unpacking and flipping through files, but fortunately, the loud thunder and rain outside the window provided him with an excellent cover.

The wind and rain were rushing, and Song Zhen's heart was also tightened, especially thinking that Long Xiang was still outside.

His slender fingers rummaged quickly, his face was so tense that the stubble all over his face showed a cold and hard taste.

No one knew what Song Zhen was thinking at this moment.

But at this moment, Long Xiang was looking into the file room with his head, and even wanted to rush in.

"I'm sorry Captain Long, you can't enter the place with important files." Uncle An stretched out his hand to stop Long Xiang.

Long Xiang probed his head, and his eyes swept around, "It's raining so hard, am I afraid that your windows are not closed properly, so I can help you take a look?"

While talking, he looked inside hard, and his body also poked inside.

"Captain Long, please don't make it difficult for us." Uncle An looked serious and refused to budge.

"Oh, Uncle An, why are you so serious? I'm afraid that the rain will be too heavy and mice will get in!" Long Xiang pointed.

Qiu Sen's heart skipped a beat, why did Long Xiang come so coincidentally?

Looking at it like this, it's clearly aimed at Lao Song, okay?
How to do?
His already suspenseful heart immediately tightened, and because of the tension, the blood on his face faded a little.

At this moment, Long Xiang suddenly turned his head to stare at him, his smiling eyes bent into two thin slits at this moment, and then he took a step back.

Qiu Sen was breathing a sigh of relief, he suddenly said to Uncle An and the others: "Uncle An, I think you should go in and check carefully, whether the windows are locked or not is one thing, and adjust the temperature and humidity on the other hand, you can watch the weather The moisture is so strong, don't let the files get wet."

Long Xiang explored the archive room again and again, and now the reason for their investigation was so well-founded, Uncle An and Brother Miao were not easy to offend him, and at the same time, they also had doubts in their hearts, could it be a file? What's really in the room...?
Although he didn't believe that Song Zhen would slip in, and he couldn't think of the reason why Song Zhen slipped in, but right now, he had to go in and investigate to kill Long Xiang.

"Xiao Miao, you watch, I'll go in and take a look." Uncle An said.

Hearing this, Qiu Sen's mood was comparable to the violent storm outside, it was a mess.

In the archives room, Song Zhen was busy flipping through the archives when suddenly he heard slight footsteps.

The sound of the rain was so loud that it was difficult to catch the sound of footsteps hidden in it, but Song Zhen still heard it.

He made a decisive decision, quickly put the file into the box, and then put the box back in place.

The footsteps came from far to near, and Song Zhen's figure flashed, and the compact shelves and file boxes became his perfect cover.

With a light body, he stood on tiptoe, turned around and hid in Uncle An's blind spot.

Soon, Uncle An finished walking around.

Hearing the sound of footsteps walking away, Song Zhen breathed a sigh of relief.

Just as he was about to go back to the area just now and continue to check the files, the compact shelf behind him suddenly moved!

Tracks are laid in the archives room. By rotating the hand plate on the side of the compact shelves, the distance between the compact shelves can be adjusted through the transmission device, and they can even be combined with zero distance!
This is why shelving is used in the archives, because it can save space to the greatest extent.

Seeing the compact rack approaching him, Song Zhen felt bad.

Jiang is still old and hot, and Uncle An is indeed a cautious and responsible person. If the shelves are all put together at the innermost side, there is no place for him to hide!
The heavy shelf gradually slid over with the sound of grunting. Song Zhen glanced around, but there was no space for him to hide.

He did know that the archives of the unsolved cases in the past three years were carried out, and the place where the files were originally placed must be empty, but the archives of the past three years are the outermost, and Uncle An is in the outermost group of dense shelves Turning the hand wheel sideways, he is throwing himself into a trap every time he goes out.

Standing at the door of the file room, Qiu Sen watched Uncle An turn his hand, and his heart was in his throat!
Done!

If Lao Song doesn't come out, he'll be crushed into meatloaf!
The smile on Long Xiang's face also gradually froze, and he stared inside without blinking, he wanted to see if Song Zhen really went in.

(End of this chapter)