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

Qu Mingcong thought to himself: Finally, someone has reached a point.

He agreed with Cao Xiuwen's point of view, and felt that the possibility of being killed could not be ruled out.

Because the probability of slipping and falling to death is too low, if it is true as Pan Fang said, Ding Na accidentally knocked over the container containing calcium hydroxide, and then was dazzled by the dust. It's right to run outside. It's likely to run all the way to the bathroom to wash your eyes, instead of climbing up the table and opening the window.

As for the possibility of suicide, Qu Mingcong really can't understand that a rich young lady who has no worries about food and clothing and no pressure to go to school, what else is there for her to seek life and death?
Is it love?

Ke Dina spent most of her time in the museum, showing no signs of falling in love.

At the dinner table, Cao Xiuwen said: "The reason why the police decided it was an accidental fall was because of the testimony of the security guards, and there was no trace of struggle at the scene, so the possibility of being killed was ruled out. However, after my investigation, the environment of the museum that night was completely Meet the conditions for a perfect crime."

Ding Zhaolin was very interested when he heard the words, and asked him with a smile: "You mean, there are loopholes in the museum's security system?"

"Yes." Cao Xiuwen nodded, "There are a lot of blind spots and corners in the monitoring in the museum. If criminals sneak into the museum during the day, and then find a place to hide until the museum closes at night, and then avoid the monitoring and come from the west building to the east building, Crimes can be committed without anyone noticing, the security room is far away, unless the security guards happen to be patrolling near the East Building, even if Miss Ding Na called for help at that time, the security guards would not be able to hear her voice."

"Then how do you explain the testimony of the security guard?" Pan Fang frowned, and immediately objected, "The security guard saw Ding Na standing on the window sill, and Ding Na didn't cry for help at the moment she fell from the building, obviously nothing happened at that time. Things against her own will, even if there is a blind spot in the monitoring, it is a bit reluctant to pull the case in the direction of murder, right?"

"Don't worry..." Cao Xiuwen smiled and said unhurriedly, "The security guard's testimony is easy to explain. For example, the security guard may have lied to cover up the criminal, or the security guard did not lie. Miss Ding Na did not call for help at that time. The reason she didn't call security was because she knew it wouldn't work."

When Cao Xiuwen said this, the dinner table suddenly fell silent.

Every word he said clearly pointed to Ding Zhaolin.

Ding Zhaolin responded calmly, and nodded with a smile: "Mr. Cao's deduction is very innovative, but we all know that survival is a human instinct. Even if the identity of the murderer can suppress the security guards, why doesn't Nana even have the idea of ​​trying? Maybe The security guard has a very noble personality, and he is a person who is willing to eradicate violence and bring peace to the people."

Qu Mingcong admired Ding Zhaolin's psychological quality. Cao Xiuwen could only point to his nose and say that he was a murderer, but he could ask for details so patiently.

Of course, Cao Xiuwen is also a strange person. Qu Mingcong suspected that this was Cao Xiuwen's occupational disease, and deliberately said some eye-catching words to shock the emotions of the person involved, so as to observe the other party's reaction and get more information.

"I've also considered this point." Cao Xiuwen put down his chopsticks, and seriously discussed with Ding Zhaolin, "I went to contact the security guard a few times, and it seems that there is no problem with his character. He works hard and is honest. Of course, If the character is not good, I will not be hired by the museum. I have been thinking about what happened that night in the past few days. Combining various information, I now have a guess. Although there is not much physical evidence to support it, I think This guess is very reasonable."

Mei Chao looked at Ding Zhaolin's face, smiled and said, "Amazing, our investigation has just begun, and reporter Cao has already reached a conclusion. Tell us quickly and let us listen. Don't hold your breath."

Cao Xiuwen heard Mei Chao's implication, and shrugged indifferently, "You need to be serious when you are a journalist. I used to be in the entertainment section, and more often I need some room for imagination."

He leaned back in his chair and looked at the other people at the dinner table, "You have also been to the museum to investigate, you should know about it? Mr. Ding was also in the museum that night, and it is said that he was writing some articles in the office. The effect was very good, Mr. Ding did not hear the sound of Ding Na falling from the building, and he went downstairs in a hurry until the security guard called him, and called the first aid and the police respectively."

Ding Zhaolin nodded calmly as if he was not the person involved, "Yes, that's right."

"But there is one thing I am very concerned about." Cao Xiuwen narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at Ding Zhaolin, "Why do you have to stay in the museum to write articles at such a late hour? There is a study at home, why do you have to write in the museum? According to what the staff said , Sometimes I get off work very late, but I can still see the lights in Mr. Ding’s office on.”

Ding Zhaolin smiled lightly, the wrinkles on his face stretched out, with a bit of helplessness, "I really can't explain this, I can only say that this is my personal habit, and I don't like to bring work home."

Cao Xiuwen immediately said: "Dinna stays in the museum every night and doesn't go home. Is this a habit I learned from you? I've always wondered how a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl would like cultural relics? Shouldn't girls sing Singing, chasing stars, shopping for beautiful clothes? Does Ding Na really like to study cultural relics, or is she pretending to like cultural relics to cover up some unknown secrets?"

Qu Mingcong: "..."

Mei Chao: "..."

Pan Fang: "..."

Really, he just pointed at Ding Zhaolin's nose and called him a murderer.

"I guess Ding Na doesn't really like cultural relics, but because of her stepfather's threat, she has to compromise. It's only natural that she doesn't go home, because Mrs. Ding is at home." Cao Xiuwen didn't feel that he had said anything earth-shattering, Continue to speak unhurriedly, "This situation has lasted for two or three years, causing Ding Na's academic performance to be in the middle and lower reaches. On the night when the incident happened, Mr. Ding may have made even more excessive demands on Ding Na. Ding Na Jumping off the building in desperation, without calling for help from the security guards, is to save the last bit of face for my mother, and I don’t want to make my biological mother sad.”

These remarks made Qu Mingcong, Mei Chao, and Pan Fang a little terrified, worried that Ding Zhaolin would get angry or get angry.

Qu Mingcong was more afraid of the latter. After all, the other party was quite old, and if he really got mad, he couldn't afford it.

But Ding Zhaolin's heart is stronger than anyone imagined.

Ding Zhaolin actually smiled, and commented in a calm tone: "It's a reasonable guess, but in this way, I lost my original intention of creating this reward event. I originally wanted to wash away the dirty water on my body, so I invited everyone Participate in the investigation."

As Ding Zhaolin spoke, his eyes shifted to Qu Mingcong, and he asked with a smile, "Mr. Qu, now it's your turn to make a high-level statement."

Qu Mingcong nodded, "Well, I also have a little discovery."

He took out a ziplock bag from the backpack at hand and laid it flat on the table.

Inside the ziplock bag was a dusty soda can.