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

Qu Mingcong had a good memory, and immediately remembered that he had seen the exact same cans in the security room.

"Orange soda?" He Qile looked at the can in his hand and couldn't help frowning, "It's so dirty..."

Qu Mingcong glanced at him, said nothing, put the can on the sink, turned on the tap, washed his hands in a leisurely manner, then took out a disposable tissue and a ziplock bag from his backpack, wrapped the can and put it in a ziplock bag .

Instead of throwing away the can, he put it away seriously.

Seeing this, He Qile couldn't help asking: "Is this considered physical evidence? Is it related to Ding Na's death?"

"It doesn't have to be related, but you can pay attention to it." Qu Mingcong wiped his hands, picked up his backpack and walked out of the toilet, "Someone deliberately drilled a few holes in the top of the can, and then stuck it in the ventilation duct of the toilet on the fourth floor. In windy weather, the airflow passing through the cans will cause an effect similar to crying, the specific purpose is unknown, maybe it is a prank, maybe it has ulterior motives, maybe... it was instigated by someone."

"Instigated by someone?" He Qile was stunned, and asked after chasing after him, "Why do you have such a guess? Do you already have someone to suspect?"

Qu Mingcong walked towards the elevator with his bag on his back, and turned off the lights in the aisle, "...the urban legend of the crying girl appeared in the museum, attracting many young people to come to see the exhibition. From the perspective of profit alone, Ding Zhaolin is the most Motivated to do it.”

"Ah..." He Qile was confused, "Just, just to attract everyone to the exhibition?"

Is it necessary to do this?

If it's just for marketing, there should be many ways, right?For example, advertising or something... He Qile still has an impression of the last meeting. He thinks that Ding Zhaolin is an old man who knows everything about the past and the present. He is rich, fashionable and decent. How could he play such tricks?

Ding--

The elevator door opened.

Qu Mingcong walked into the elevator, pressed the ① button, and said calmly: "I'm just guessing, because I've seen the exact same cans at the security guard's place. This brand of drink has been around for some years, and few people drink it now, so it's not so common. The security guard's The suspicion is great, but I can't figure out what benefits a security guard can do by doing such a thing."

He Qile understood.

The security patrols every night, there are many opportunities to do this, but the security has no motive, if it is Ding Zhaolin's private order, then everything makes sense.

But He Qile is still difficult to understand, because he thinks that although the legend of the crying girl will attract tourists to the museum, it may also make some tourists unwilling to come. For example, if he knows that a place is haunted, he will never go there. of!
Just thinking about it, a strange crying sound came from my ear again——

"Woo... woo..."

He Qile's face turned pale instantly, and he almost subconsciously grabbed Qu Mingcong's arm!Her lips trembled: "Again, it appeared again!"

"..." Qu Mingcong was silent, looking down at his mobile phone.

He Qile's legs and feet were weak, and his tongue was tied, "No, no, have you already taken the can? How can I, can I hear..."

Qu Mingcong's mood at the moment is complicated.

He took He Qile's hand that was holding on to him, pulled it away forcefully, and explained with a blank expression: "Sorry, it was my phone just now."

"...Mobile phone?" He Qile was shocked.

Qu Mingcong nodded, and casually made up a reason: "I recorded a section upstairs, and I accidentally pressed the play button just now."

At this time, the elevator reached the first floor.

Qu Mingcong walked out of the elevator as if nothing had happened, and said as he walked: "Today's investigation can be over, you can go back and rest quickly, tomorrow is Saturday, remember to meet up at the museum."

He Qile followed him out of the museum dully.

……

Light snow fell at night, scattered on the ground, and soon melted away.

He Qile lowered his neck and got into the car, the car started the engine, and he and his bodyguards disappeared into the cold night.

Qu Mingcong stood by the side of the road watching for a while, patted off the fine snow on his body, and said casually, "Don't do that next time, you just scared me."

Phone: "Pfft!~ Hahahahahahaha..."

"What a bad idea." He reproached in a low voice, but there was a smile on the corner of his mouth.

"He's too timid! Hahahaha!" Xiao Qiao kept laughing on the phone.

Qu Mingcong walked to his motorcycle, wiped off the snow with his gloves, and lazily replied: "I don't know how the research institute raised them. It's rare for a child of this age to be so innocent."

Xiao Qiao said: "Today is really interesting! Let's play again tomorrow? Use that soda can to trick the security guards! Hehe~"

"Well, you can cheat the security first." Qu Mingcong got on the motorcycle, squinting his eyes in the cold wind, "...and then cheat Ding Zhaolin."

After hearing this, Xiao Qiao became more and more looking forward to it, "Yes, yes! ~ Hahahaha!"

Then he said: "If Ding Zhaolin often stays in the office at night, it is impossible not to have heard that cry, ah! Maybe Ding Na has heard it too? This family is really interesting!"

"It's possible." Qu Mingcong thoughtfully, "Ask tomorrow, and you should know what's going on."

He twisted the handlebar and headed home in the dark.

The snow fell bigger and bigger along the way, from tiny snow particles to clearly visible six petals.

As a result, the thick ink-like night was stained with white, and the vision was blurred. Qu Mingcong was forced to slow down the speed of the car.

It's too cold.

He let out a breath, and once again regretted not asking Wang Wei to borrow a car.

Xiao Qiao suddenly said on the phone: "Qu Mingcong, so romantic~"

Qu Mingcong was slightly startled, raised his eyes slightly, and looked at the snow covering the world, and chuckled after a while, "...Well, it's very romantic."

"What a beautiful day." She said with a smile, her expression was as childish as a little girl's.

Qu Mingcong moved his fingers that were about to freeze, and echoed her, "Yes."

…………

……

Saturday was sunny, the ground was slightly wet, and the snow from last night left no traces.

As soon as Qu Mingcong arrived at the museum, he saw Cao Xiuwen and Mei Chao standing outside the gate, so he went up to say hello.

"It seems that I'm not the latest, only Pan Fang is missing." Qu Mingcong asked with a smile, "Should we go in first, or wait for him here?"

"I guess there is a traffic jam." Cao Xiuwen raised his wrist to look at the time, and asked Qu Mingcong's Mei Chao's opinion, "Shall we go in first?"

Mei Chao smiled, "I have no objection."

Qu Mingcong looked in the direction of the security room, and found that the security guard was not on duty today, so it seemed that he had to wait until the next time to cheat the other party.

"I have no objection either." Qu Mingcong said.

"Then let's go in." Cao Xiuwen took out his handbag with one hand and took out his cell phone with the other, calling Ding Zhaolin's assistant.

The three went to the tea room where they met last time.

Didn't see Ding Zhaolin, but the assistant had thoughtfully prepared the tea.

"The three of you sit here for a while, and when Mr. Pan arrives, we can set off." The assistant said with a warm smile.

Mei Chao asked curiously, "Are you going to Mr. Ding's house?"

He remembered that Ding Zhaolin had mentioned that when the investigation progressed to a week, they would be invited to their home as guests and introduce Mrs. Ding to them.

"Yes." The assistant nodded, "Mr. Ding has a house in the western suburbs. The environment there is good and suitable for Mrs. Ding to recuperate. Although it is a bit far away, don't worry, we will arrange a vehicle to pick you up."

As soon as the words finished, the door of the tea room was pushed open, and Pan Fang walked in panting, "Sorry, I'm late."

Mei Chao frowned, and said with a smile: "Now everyone is here, we can go."