The next day, Russell walked into the chief's office in high spirits. In the same posture as yesterday, he received two case files and the relevant search warrants.
Since staying up late would affect his mental state, he had not slept at all. He watched TV all night, so it did not count as staying up late.
"Russell, the bank case isn't urgent. It's been dragging on for a long time already, so another day or two won't matter."
The chief repeated what Russell had heard yesterday—no, twenty-four hours ago. "The key is wanted criminal John Tombs. This guy is dangerous. I don't want to hear news of more victims, understand?"
"Of course. Neither do I."
Russell made an OK sign and said without the slightest shame, "Ashamed to say, I've already found crucial leads in both cases. They'll be solved soon."
The chief looked at the still-unopened file folders in Russell's hands and shook his head speechlessly. "Stop fooling around. I like you because of your execution, not your sense of humor. Besides, this isn't funny at all."
"No, I've already solved the bank case. Give me thirty seconds. I'll be right back."
Leaving the stunned chief behind, Russell pushed open the office door and left. Thirty seconds later, he returned with the criminal David Rice in tow.
"His name is David Rice. He's the one who robbed the bank vault."
Russell pressed David Rice into a chair. The man's face was full of remorse, with traces of tears still visible at the corners of his eyes.
"???"
"What is it, Chief?"
"Russell, thirty seconds isn't even enough for you to leave the station, and you only just got the case file..."
The chief had a complaint lodged in his throat that he could not hold back. Pointing at