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

"What are you taking?" Qu Mingcong asked.

While asking, his eyes swept around, observing the various utensils piled up in this room.

Among the two staff members, Xiao Wu, who was younger, replied: "I take everything, but most of them are porcelain exhibits. Ms. Ding is very interested in porcelain, and Mr. Ding specially reserved a room for her in the museum." When working as a studio, she usually designs her own works here, and sometimes takes a few pieces of porcelain as references, for example, when she wants to make a blue and white piece of Yuan Dynasty, she will take a few blue and white pieces from the same period to study their shape and shape. Features."

Yuan Dynasty blue and white?

Qu Mingcong immediately realized that Ding Na was making a fake.

"It means... to make it old on purpose, to achieve the effect of an antique from the Yuan Dynasty?" He asked suspiciously, "Is this... a hobby?"

The other party smiled, "Well, if the old-fashioned craftsmanship is exquisite to a certain extent, it is also an art."

Then he continued: "But she always forgets to return it. Several times when we checked the warehouse at the end of the month, we found that there was a gap, which made everyone very nervous. Then we found the missing exhibit in her studio. It was a false alarm. Ha... a little bit affects our work."

Sister Wang next to her said in a cold tone: "There is a leak in the warehouse. For us, it is dereliction of duty. Of course, we will be nervous. She is a daughter of a thousand gold. It doesn't matter if you lose or smash your own things."

Qu Mingcong noticed that the tone of this person called Sister Wang was not good, and she was a bit eccentric.

Xiao Wu stood aside and smiled awkwardly, but didn't answer.

Qu Mingcong remained calm, and continued to ask: "Do you know anything about Ding Na? What kind of person is she, and is she easy to get along with?"

Xiao Wu glanced at Sister Wang, seeing that the other party looked down at the form in his hand and didn't intend to answer, he said to Qu Mingcong in an embarrassing manner: "It's very easy to get along with...Miss Ding Na is very talented in the restoration of cultural relics. It’s rare to see someone like Miss Ding who is passionate about ancient cultural relics.”

"Who does she usually have a good relationship with in the museum? Or do you have more close friends?" Qu Mingcong asked.

Xiao Wu replied: "She usually stays in the studio by herself, has nothing to do with us, and hardly talks to her, but sometimes she will go to the masters in charge of cultural relic restoration. They are all in the museum, if you want to find out about the situation, you have to wait for next month."

"Next month?" Qu Mingcong was a little surprised. He thought 'not every day in the museum' meant that he only came two or three days a week, but he didn't expect the time span to go directly to next month.

"The nature of the work is different," Ms. Wang frowned and said, "The museum is mainly responsible for exhibition planning, business cooperation, warehouse management and financial work. The restoration and imitation of exhibits require equipment and venues. We are in Linlan There is a cultural relic imitation base in the county, and several master masters are usually in the base, you can go there and ask."

After a pause of half a second, she said again in a low voice: "Miss Ding spends more time at the base."

Qu Mingcong wrote down that this news was a new clue that he had learned so far.

Sister Wang turned around and handed the form to Xiao Wu, "Take it to the archives and put it away, and then you can get off work. Next time, don't make a mistake with the label."

Then she pulled the trolley with the sponge anti-collision stickers at the door into the warehouse, walked to the door and prepared to turn off the lights, "Sorry, we are going to lock the door, if you have any questions, please come and investigate tomorrow."

Qu Mingcong glanced at the dazzling array of exhibits in the warehouse. There were quite a lot of them, but each exhibit was placed in categories, and at a glance, it was not chaotic at all, and there was a strong sense of order.

He silently exited the warehouse, glanced at that sister Wang from the corner of his eye, thinking that if this job is to be done well, it really needs to be meticulous and meticulous.

The lights of the rooms on the third floor were turned off one after another, and when Xiao Wu came out of the file room, only the elevator room at the end of the corridor was lit on the entire third floor.

Qu Mingcong watched the last two staff take the elevator down, thought for a while, then turned and walked towards the stairway.

He Qile has been obediently following behind, neither disturbing his investigation nor offering any help.

Even the corridor lights on the fourth floor were off. Qu Mingcong used his mobile phone to light the lights, went to Ding Na's studio, found the switch, and turned on the lights in the room.

It's no different from the last time I came here, there are still bottles and cans of different heights on the table, all of which are art that he can't appreciate.

He walked to the window where Dinna fell, raised his hand to open the window, and looked outside.

Because there is a wide wooden long table horizontally in front of the window, the line of sight is blocked and the situation downstairs cannot be seen.

Qu Mingcong pressed the tabletop twice, and felt that the quality was okay, so he stretched out his hand to support it, climbed onto the table, then bent over and stepped out of the window, and stood on the window sill outside, with only one hand remaining to hold the inside of the window frame.

As the night wind rushed into the room, He Qile couldn't help shrinking his neck. He stared nervously at Qu Mingcong's back, "Be careful..."

He was really worried that Qu Mingcong would slip and fall.

Fortunately, Qu Mingcong only stayed outside the window for a few minutes before returning to the house, closing the window again, and then jumping off the table.

"It wasn't an accidental fall." Qu Mingcong said suddenly.

He Qile was stunned, "...isn't it?"

Qu Mingcong nodded while looking at the environment of the studio, "Either he committed suicide or was killed. Anyway, he didn't fall down by accident."

He Qile was puzzled, turned his head to look at the window, and then at Qu Mingcong, "Why couldn't it be an accident? If she was standing on the table with the bottle in her hand, she would easily lose her balance and fall."

Qu Mingcong stretched out his hand and gestured, "The size of the window, with her height, she needs to bend over to get out. Unless she can't think about it, I can't think of any reason for a girl to stand outside the window in the middle of the night, and..."

He points overhead.

He Qile raised his head, his eyes hurt by the light above his head, and he immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes.

Qu Mingcong said: "According to the witness testimony of the security guard, he said that it was too dark at night and things happened too fast, so he couldn't see the expression on Ding Na's face clearly. We can roughly infer that the studio did not turn on the lights at that time. If Ding Na She was working on the restoration of cultural relics before she fell from the building, and she could never work in the dark."

He Qile came to a sudden, "At night...the lights are not turned on, and the girl is standing by the window...what happened to her so she can't think about it..."

Qu Mingcong smiled faintly, "This is just the beginning, the answer will not appear so easily. In short, let's deal with the investigation meeting this Saturday first."

He walked to the door, turned off the lights in the studio, and felt that today's harvest was almost enough.

The two were about to close the door and leave when suddenly a soft sob came from the end of the corridor.

Qu Mingcong and He Qile stopped at the same time, and heard clearly that the sobbing gradually turned into a mournful cry like a female ghost...

Qu Mingcong raised his arm and saw his goosebumps.

He Qile was very close to him, and his already pale face became paler at this moment. He asked Qu Mingcong in a trembling voice: "It seems... like, someone... is crying..."