Is it normal to live on the phone to help your boyfriend investigate the case?

Qu Mingcong: "..."

He felt a little baffled by He Qile's sudden concentration. He had been indifferent since he came in, so why did he suddenly become energetic now?

Qu Mingcong raised his eyebrows, but He Qile seemed to come back to his senses suddenly, with a confused expression on his face.

"Is there something wrong with you?" Qu Mingcong asked in a low voice.

"...I'm fine." He Qile lowered his head, picked up the information that Qu Mingcong gave him just now, and looked again, as if nothing had happened.

At this time, the assistant distributed the materials again.

Qu Mingcong received it and found that it was a contract with perfect terms.

Ding Zhaolin is Party A, and those who participated in the investigation are Party B. Party A will actively cooperate with Party B's investigation activities and pay 12 yuan in labor costs after two weeks. Party B is obliged to investigate Ding Na's suicide, no later than December Submit the investigation report before 31:20 on the evening of the 00st.

Qu Mingcong turned on his phone and looked at the calendar. December 12 happened to be the next Saturday, two weeks later.

"There doesn't seem to be any mention of bonuses." Mei Chao looked through the contract several times and asked Ding Zhaolin, "Mr. Ding, what are your plans for the 100 million bonus?"

For this question, Ding Zhaolin was not surprised, it is estimated that the people who came to investigate before had also raised this question.

Ding Zhaolin explained with a smile: "I think you all know that the reason why I launched this investigation is to eliminate the rumors and rumors that have plagued me and my family for more than a year. If someone can investigate the cause and effect clearly, eliminate the rumors, and wash away my The stain on my body is my benefactor, and the 100 million will naturally be taken out."

Cao Xiuwen, a former reporter, immediately shook his head, "It's not easy. Leaving aside the fact that Ling Qianjin committed suicide, more than a year has passed, and the investigation is extremely difficult. Even if we can find out, it is impossible to silence everyone. Guessing and doubt, once planted, will always be there, impossible to completely disappear."

"Yeah," Mei Chao smiled, and looked at Ding Zhaolin, "Actually, it should be possible to think of a way to change the direction of public opinion, but if we want to completely eliminate the rumors, it's really impossible, just like we played before. QQ, there is always the false news that you can get members or get red envelopes by reposting a few groups. After so many years, people still believe it. If one person believes in rumors and spreads rumors, it will be too difficult for us."

After Mei Chao finished speaking, Pan Fang immediately said, "Actually, I feel that after the previous two investigations, the rumors have almost subsided."

"Yes." Ding Zhaolin nodded slowly, and said with a smile, "If you spend money, you have to play a role. Otherwise, wouldn't my money be wasted? Even if no one can find out the reason, as long as the investigation continues Go on, I believe that the rumors will stop sooner or later. Now the labor fee for each installment is 100, and my [-] million can still support ten installments."

Qu Mingcong finally understood that this old man wanted to spend money to buy Qingyu, and he took out 100 million, either as a bonus or as a labor fee, and he could achieve his goal in the end.

He turned his head and talked to He Qile in a low voice: "Aren't you a fan of solving puzzles? If you have any questions, just ask them now."

He Qile was silent for two seconds, then shook his head at him.

Qu Mingcong frowned slightly, "What, social fear?"

He Qile showed an indescribable expression on his face, pursed his lips, did not speak, lowered his head and continued to read the information, and refused to communicate any more.

Qu Mingcong felt that this child was very difficult to deal with, not like it, but more like thirteen or fourteen years old, with the awkwardness of puberty, and he couldn't say anything quickly.

On the other side, Mei Chao, Cao Xiuwen, and Pan Fang continued to ask questions about the details of Ding Na's suicide and to what extent the relevant information could be made public on the Internet.

Ding Zhaolin glanced at the assistant.

The assistant understood, picked up the remote control to turn on the projection device, and explained politely: "Now, I will show you the surveillance video and photos of Miss Ding's accident, as well as the autopsy report issued by the police. Because these materials involve Miss Ding's privacy, there is no Photocopied paper documents can only be viewed here, and please refrain from videotaping or taking photos, so as not to leak information.”

The assistant went to the window and pulled down the curtains of several windows one by one.

The indoor light then dimmed, and the picture on the projection screen became clear.

They saw a dead woman.

There is no mosaic, just such a sudden appearance without embellishment, everyone's complexion changed, and their expressions became dignified.

The posture of the corpse was lying on its stomach, with its face turned to one side, its eyes closed, its long hair scattered, and it was wearing a long white dress.

If she was still alive, this white dress should be elegant and graceful, but now that it has been rubbed into the dust and stained with blood, it looks a bit glaring and terrifying.

Mei Chao was hit the hardest, his face turned blue, as if he would spit it out in the next second.

Fortunately, the photo quickly switched to the next one——

A room with lots of china.

"Ding Na jumped from the window here." Ding Zhaolin said in a deep voice, "That night, when the security guard on duty in the museum was inspecting, he heard the sound of porcelain breaking, and then found Ding Na standing on the window sill on the fourth floor. By the time he reacted, Ding Na had already fallen."

Cao Xiuwen asked: "The sound of the broken porcelain is..."

"Ding Na threw it from upstairs," Ding Zhaolin said. "It was a collection of blue and white porcelain from the Song Dynasty. For some reason, after she threw the porcelain downstairs, she jumped down too."

Pan Fang couldn't help but said: "Antiques from the Song Dynasty are worth a lot of money, right?"

Ding Zhaolin smiled faintly, nodded and said, "It's really valuable, but what Ding Na threw downstairs that night was a fake. The real one is currently displayed on the third floor of the West Building. You can go and see it later."

Cao Xiuwen asked: "Counterfeit product? That...meaning fake product? Counterfeit product?"

The assistant on the side immediately explained: "Please don't get me wrong, the exhibits in the museum are absolutely authentic, but because these exhibits need regular maintenance and repairs, corresponding imitations will be prepared in the museum to replace the exhibits. It is almost exactly the same as the real thing and will not affect the experience of the guests who come here to visit."

Mei Chao nodded after listening, "I heard that foreign museums do the same thing. Those famous paintings like the Mona Lisa are all fake, and the real ones are hidden in the safe with the highest safety factor. Anyway, visitors can't tell the difference. True or false, there is no difference between looking at a fake painting or looking at a real painting.”

"But it's very strange, don't you think?" Qu Mingcong frowned, "Why did you throw the porcelain down first? If she just wanted to destroy the porcelain, she could jump down with the porcelain in her arms."

The other three looked over.

Pan Fang agreed and said: "Yes, this is really strange. Breaking the porcelain first, and then jumping off by yourself, aren't you afraid of stabbing yourself? Although people who decide to commit suicide may not care so much, it's still very strange... "

Ding Zhaolin's eyes fell on Qu Mingcong, and he said with a light smile, "This point...is really puzzling. I hope that after your investigation, the truth can be revealed."

I stepped on a lot of pitfalls in this book. Some pitfalls were foreseen before I started the article, and some pitfalls were unexpected.