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

"Where am I being weird?" Qu Mingcong glanced at Qu Wan, who was following the drama, and replied without hesitation while peeling oranges, "Are you thinking wrong again?"

Xiao Qiao said very seriously: "It's really weird. You used to make money, no matter how much money you paid, but this time you bought it without saying a word... Also, you actually bought flowers just now. , you always only buy cheap ones like 9.9 yuan!"

Qu Mingcong: "..."

It sounds reasonable.

He smiled, without defending himself, and put a piece of the peeled orange into his mouth.

Xiao Qiao's expression gradually became serious, with a stern face, she asked, "Qu Mingcong, have you...did you do something to apologize to me?"

Qu Mingcong was taken aback when he heard that, the orange slipped into his throat, and he coughed loudly.

Qu Wan frowned and looked over, and reprimanded softly: "How old is he, he can choke on an orange, hurry up and drink some water."

Qu Mingcong got up to drink water, then glanced at the time, it was already 08:30.

"Mom, go to bed early, you can watch the TV series tomorrow."

"I finished this episode." Qu Wan replied.

Qu Mingcong picked up his coat and backpack, "I'm going back first, you can go to sleep after watching this episode, otherwise the nurse will come and talk about you later."

Qu Wan nodded, her eyes still glued to the phone.

"Call me if you have anything to do." Qu Mingcong urged again.

Qu Wan responded vaguely, and didn't even bother to nod this time.

Qu Mingcong smiled and sighed, turned and left.

Starting now, we can reach the museum before nine o'clock, but the temperature is too low at night, and riding a motorcycle is a bit too cool.

He was riding fast on the motorcycle, his face was tightened by the cold wind, and he thought he should borrow Wang Wei's car next time...

……

When we arrived at the museum, only one side of the building was still lit.

The museum is usually closed at six o'clock, and only on Saturdays and Sundays will the night exhibition be opened, and the opening hours are from nine in the morning to nine in the evening.

Qu Mingcong parked his motorcycle and walked towards the museum. When he stepped on dry and fallen leaves, there were soft crackling sounds. This cold night seemed more and more quiet.

Standing on the corner of the street was a white figure, armed from head to toe in white.

Qu Mingcong glanced, and saw a car that had been parked for an unknown amount of time behind that figure.

He said lazily, "I thought you weren't coming."

He Qile moved, and walked over slowly, "You said that it is possible to make the disappearing target appear..."

"I also told you to come alone." Qu Mingcong said.

He Qile frowned slightly, "They won't go inside."

Fine……

Qu Mingcong withdrew his gaze, ignored the bodyguards in the car, went straight to the security room and knocked on the window. When the security guards looked over, he showed the invitation card through the glass.

A moment later, the electronically controlled metal gate opened.

Qu Mingcong and He Qile went in one after the other, passed the rectangular flowerbed, and walked up the gray-white stone brick steps. The street lamps dragged their shadows extremely long.

Some kind of bird suddenly flew under the street lamp, and its flapping wings made the light flicker.

Both of them were startled, and they only came back to their senses after standing still for two seconds.

Qu Mingcong smiled, and joked, "Why does the museum have a different atmosphere at night? It's gloomy, isn't it really haunted?"

He Qile pursed his lips and said seriously, "There are no ghosts in this world."

After a pause, he added: "Even if there is, it can only be a kind of energy body."

Qu Mingcong did not speak, and continued to walk forward, thinking: Isn't this what she is talking about?A self-aware energy body.

A body of energy that cannot store memories.

He felt an absurd feeling of joy in bitterness, turned his head and smiled at He Qile, and asked, "Where did you find her in the first place?...the energy body that can produce targets in the brain."

He Qile was slightly taken aback, "...I can't say, all the information about her is absolutely confidential."

Considering that Qu Mingcong is now also a partner involved in the retrieval mission, He Qile explained: "But you can ask Director Xiang, she has higher authority than me, so she should explain clearly to you."

Qu Mingcong recalled that middle-aged woman's face, and couldn't help but feel a headache, and really didn't want to deal with her again.

Children like He Qile are more friendly, with all their thoughts on their faces.

"Where do we start?" He Qile asked after him.

"First go to the offices where the lights are still on, and find out what places in the museum need attention at night, and then go to Dinna's studio..."

Qu Mingcong walked into the elevator, pressed the number ④ without hesitation, then looked up at the camera in the elevator.

"Ding Na had two or three access control records of going in and out of the fourth floor the night she fell, but she was not seen on the surveillance screen. She should have gone down the stairs at that time. We will try the stairs later." Qu Mingcong said.

He Qile nodded upon hearing the words, "Okay."

On the fourth floor, there were two offices with lights on. Qu Mingcong walked over to have a look. One office was empty, and the other had only a young girl, and she was packing her things. She should be getting ready to leave work.

Qu Mingcong stood at the door and knocked, "Is there anyone else in the office next door? We are here to investigate the case, and we want to find someone to know something about it."

It was probably because Ding Zhaolin invited too many people to investigate the case, so the staff of the museum were not surprised at all, and there was no expression of surprise on their faces.

"Sister Wang and Xiao Wu have gone to the warehouse on the third floor. You can look for them downstairs. I have to go back." The young girl replied calmly, then picked up her bag and left the office, and locked the door behind her. .

The light suddenly dimmed by half.

There was only one office with lights on in the entire fourth floor.

Qu Mingcong looked around, most of the rooms here were locked, except for the office where the light was still on, only Ding Na's studio was unlocked.

The main purpose of installing cameras in the museum is to prevent theft, while the third and fourth floors of the east building are used as office areas. Not only are there access control, but also the offices are locked every night. No wonder no cameras were installed at the beginning.

Qu Mingcong took He Qile around to the stairwell, took the stairs down to the third floor, and quickly found the warehouse that the girl mentioned just now.

The warehouse mainly stores some exhibits that are not on display, as well as high imitations that are used instead.

Two staff members were counting a batch of calligraphy and paintings in the warehouse. Among them, the elderly woman was holding a bunch of labels in her hand and talking to the other person in a low voice: "I said, why is there a picture missing? I couldn't find it after searching for a long time. It turned out to be a label You posted it wrong, next time you can’t make mistakes again, you have to be more careful..."

The footsteps of Qu Mingcong and He Qile interrupted their conversation.

The woman called Sister Wang looked over with a frown, and found that there were two unfamiliar faces with suspicious expressions on their faces.

"Hello, we are here to do an investigation." Qu Mingcong shook his invitation card again, and asked the two of them, "Ms. Ding Na had access control records of entering and exiting the fourth floor several times that night, but the cameras in the elevator did not take pictures." As far as she is concerned, we guess the reason is that she took the stairs to the third floor, if it is convenient, I would like to ask what is on the third floor, and why she went down to the third floor frequently that night."

The two staff members looked at each other.

"...Should it be the warehouse?"

"Well, she often comes to the warehouse to pick up things."