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

When taking out the can, Qu Mingcong deliberately observed Ding Zhaolin's expression.

I don't know if it's because the other party's psychological quality is too good, or if this matter really has nothing to do with Ding Zhaolin, in short, he didn't see anything strange on Ding Zhaolin's face.

"Brother Ming, is there something wrong with this can?" Mei Chao glanced curiously.

It seems that no matter how ordinary things are, as long as they are put into this ziplock bag, they will become special.

Qu Mingcong didn't hold back, and said bluntly: "I went to the museum at night and heard suspicious crying sounds. I thought of the legend of the crying girl circulating in the museum, so I wanted to check it out by the way, and then I found this in the men's toilet on the fourth floor of the east building. Cans."

He picked up the corner of the ziplock bag with one hand so that everyone present could see it more clearly.

"It was punched and fixed in the ventilation duct of the toilet. Whenever it encounters windy weather, it will make a sound similar to that of a woman crying. I am not sure what the purpose of the person who did this is temporarily." Qu Mingcong said lightly. Said, "Maybe it was just a prank."

"It turns out that the sound came from the can..." Ding Zhaolin suddenly realized, and then he said in doubt, "I don't know who deliberately did this kind of thing in the museum. Could it be that they want to affect the business of the museum? But the exhibition at night is owned by the museum. It’s only a small part of the business.”

Qu Mingcong immediately asked him: "Have you heard that cry too?"

"Of course," Ding Zhaolin nodded, "not only I have heard it, but many employees here have heard it. At first, it was just a common rumor. I thought it was a problem with the quality of the decoration, so I specially hired a decoration worker to rectify it, but the effect was not great. Then I gradually got used to it.”

Ding Zhaolin recalled and said slowly: "I don't know when, the tone of the voice changed, and it became like a woman's cry. We are used to hearing it, so we didn't pay much attention to it. It was just the sound formed naturally by the ventilation duct. Today, we heard it. I know there is something else wrong here."

Qu Mingcong said: "The only people who can enter the men's restroom on the fourth floor are the insiders of the museum. I will ask my friends in the police station to check the fingerprints left on it."

"Okay, then I will trouble you, Mr. Qu." Ding Zhaolin nodded and replied.

Ding Zhaolin's attitude was very calm, and Qu Mingcong could not see the slightest bit of guilt or panic on his face.

Pan Fang, who was next to him, asked, "The legend of the crying girl in the museum has been circulating for at least a year. This soda can must have been in the ventilation duct for more than a year. After such a long time, can fingerprints still be found?"

"It depends on luck." Qu Mingcong said, "The props are so rough, it is estimated that they will not be rigorous enough to wipe off fingerprints, and when punching holes, most of them will leave fingerprints on the inside of the can. This kind of blind spot avoids wind and rain. There are much fewer on the outside, and the probability of detection is high."

He looked at Ding Zhaolin again and asked, "Mr. Ding, has the museum ever been stolen? If there has been a report, it would be more legitimate for me to apply for a fingerprint check."

If not, he goes to an acquaintance for help...

"There have been two times." Ding Zhaolin replied, "The security system has been upgraded this year, and the monitoring area has been fully covered. There has been no theft yet."

"It's fine if you've had it before." Qu Mingcong picked up the ziplock bag containing the cans and put it back into the backpack.

Ding Zhaolin asked: "Does Mr. Qu have any other clues to share with us?"

"Oh, my investigation results are similar to those of Pan Fang, but whether Miss Ding Na died of suicide or an accident, I reserve my opinion for the time being." Qu Mingcong turned to look at Mei Chao, "After Mei Chao and I go to Linlan County next week , and then submit the final investigation report.”

Ding Zhaolin nodded, looked back, and slowly said: "I almost understand the progress of everyone's investigation, everyone sit down, Nana's mother will come downstairs to meet you in a while, about Nana's matter, you can talk about it again." Find out more."

"Then excuse me." Mei Chao said with a smile.

Everyone was not very interested in this meal. After all, the topic of conversation involved the life and death of a young girl, so no matter what, they shouldn't show a good appetite.

After the meal, everyone sat in the spacious living room, the maid served tea, and Ding Zhaolin left the villa after greeting them a few words, leaving only his assistant behind.

This is also normal. A person of Ding Zhaolin's status naturally wouldn't always be with their little-known little detectives.

The assistant probably doesn't come here often, and asked the maid in a strange tone: "When is Madam going downstairs?"

The maid replied: "Madam will sleep for a while after lunch every day, and when she wakes up, she will go downstairs."

The assistant asked again, "About what time?"

The maid smiled apologetically, "I'm not sure, sometimes I wake up after a short sleep, and sometimes I sleep for two hours... Why don't you go shopping first? There is a reception room on the first floor, a sun room, and there is billiards in the basement." Table, you can have fun, but don't go upstairs, when Madam is resting, she doesn't like to be disturbed."

As soon as Pan Fang heard that there was a pool table, he immediately became addicted. He looked at the others and asked, "How about we go down and play some shots?"

"Okay." Cao Xiuwen immediately agreed.

Mei Chao smiled and said, "Then I'll go to the reception room. I just checked at the door. There are a lot of books and antique ornaments inside."

Qu Mingcong followed his words and said, "I'll go to the greenhouse to see what flowers can bloom in winter."

A group of four people had an arrangement and dispersed.

In fact, Qu Mingcong was not interested in the flowers in the greenhouse, he just needed a space to be alone, away from the other three people.

However, the scene of the greenhouse still surprised him a little.

Unexpected depression.

Qu Mingcong just went to the botanical garden to see the flower show a few days ago, and he knew that there are many varieties that can bloom in winter, and the sunshine room of Ding Zhaolin's house looks very large and well-equipped. No guts.

There are only some sparse unknown green leafy plants growing in the corners.

He couldn't help thinking: Maybe it's because the death of his daughter has dealt a huge blow to Mrs. Ding, so she's not in the mood to take care of the greenhouse?

... But isn't there a servant at home?Rich people like them, if they want to see flowers, where do they need to do it themselves?
He walked in with doubts, squatted down in front of a clump of weeds, pretended to appreciate it, and murmured in a low voice: "Not a single flower."

"These are catnip, right?" Xiao Qiao said on the phone.

"You know him?" Qu Mingcong reached out and picked the leaves of grass, "Maybe Mrs. Ding has a cat on the second floor."

"My daughter is dead, so it's understandable to raise a pet to entrust her feelings." Xiao Qiao said indifferently, "Ding Zhaolin's behavior is very abnormal. Although he is not his own daughter, he has lived with him for seven years. For eight years, he has acted impersonally."

Qu Mingcong said in a low voice: "I also suspected Ding Zhaolin at first, but you also saw that when the can was taken out, Ding Zhaolin was as surprised as everyone else, it didn't look like it was a show."

"Ding Zhaolin..." Xiao Qiao thought for a while, "Hey, don't you think Ding Zhaolin doesn't seem to care much about the results of the investigation?"

"Why do you say that?" Qu Mingcong asked.

"Think about it carefully," Xiao Qiao reminded him. "After you took out the can, Ding Zhaolin was surprised, but he didn't show much interest. On the contrary, when Cao Xiuwen said those baseless guesses, he showed great interest. Isn’t it strange? The cans can only be done by insiders. As the owner of the museum, shouldn’t he be eager to find out this insider? Why is he interested in a story full of slander? "

As she was talking, she suddenly stopped, "Ah..."

"What's wrong?" Qu Mingcong was slightly taken aback, "What did you think of?"

"Story..." Xiao Qiao's eyes lit up, and she suddenly regained her energy, "I see, what Ding Zhaolin is really interested in is not the truth, but the story."