Chapter 635: So I Am an Abstract Artist

It wasn't that the master and disciple were pessimistic.

Precisely because they were criminal police, their understanding of cases was far deeper than that of ordinary people.

Let me give you a statistic.

The national clearance rate for trafficking cases is less than 60%, and that is only for cases with "clear trafficking leads."

In some regions, the clearance rate drops as low as 30%.

In cities below the third tier, especially in the mountainous areas of the southwest, rural areas of the northeast, and the grasslands of Inner Mongolia, the clearance rate for trafficking cases is chillingly low.

We are accustomed to the happy news of "children being found," yet we cannot see the silence of nine thousand nine hundred and ninety-nine families.

"How about you offer some suggestions to the General Detachment?"

Since they had already deduced that the seven girls had been trafficked, Lu Zhongxin felt it was necessary to report the situation to the higher-ups.

However, compared to his disciple, he was of little consequence and had little say.

According to rumors, the General Detachment intends to have Yu Dazhang transfer over, and the conditions have already been laid out.

Therefore, Yu Dazhang's suggestions would definitely be taken seriously.

"Even if we offer suggestions, it's not now."

Yu Dazhang pondered slightly and said:

"How can we offer suggestions just as the General Detachment takes over a case? That clearly shows we don't trust them."

He continued to analyze:

"Besides, our investigation methods are about the same."

"First, use the city's Sky Net to track the whereabouts of the missing girls, then use technical means to deeply interpret chat records in social software."

"They took over yesterday afternoon; they have probably already determined this is a trafficking case. Let's not worry about it."

He knew his master meant well, hoping to solve the case quickly and rescue the missing girls.

But good intentions can sometimes lead to bad outcomes.

Especially within the system.

Whoever's case it is, they are responsible; outsiders should interfere as little as possible.

To put it nicely, it's offering suggestions; to put it harshly, it's interfering with their investigation.

"That's true."

Lu Zhongxin helplessly shook his head:

"Once the General Detachment took over the case, they never intended for us to participate. Forget it; let's just do our own jobs well."

The First Detachment already had plenty of its own cases; moreover, the kidnapping case had just ended, and the team members could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

That afternoon.

When Yu Dazhang and his master went out on duty, they stopped by a roadside stationery store to buy a few pencils and drawing paper; later, at the owner's suggestion, they also bought an eraser and a pencil sharpener.

Under Lu Zhongxin's surprised gaze, the explanation he gave was: he recently wanted to learn sketching.

That evening, upon returning home, Yu Dazhang declined Qu Tuotuo's invitation to go out.

After dinner, he locked himself in his room.

"It seems one should draw the general outline first."

While sharpening the pencil, he muttered to himself, simultaneously recalling the faces he had seen during the hypnosis in his mind.

He remembered them quite clearly, but merely keeping them in his mind was useless; the most direct method was to draw the appearances of those few people.

Songhai also had criminal portrait artists, but Yu Dazhang did not want to ask for help for his own matter for the time being.

Mainly because he couldn't explain it clearly.

These few people were currently neither suspects nor fugitives; if asked, it would be truly difficult to explain.

So he wanted to try drawing them himself first; if he could produce a rough draft, he would then find a sketching expert to refine it.

That way, the portrait artists within the system wouldn't need to get involved.

Unfortunately.

The ideal was perfect; reality was stark.

In his impression, drawing a sketch was very simple, but the moment he actually put pen to paper, he realized it was completely not what he had imagined.