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

"story?"

Qu Mingcong’s recollection of Ding Zhaolin’s various performances is indeed in line with this characteristic. For example, Ding Zhaolin can talk eloquently about every piece in the museum’s collection, but what he often talks about is the legend about that piece of collection, rather than the craftsmanship and history and culture of the piece.

Qu Mingcong couldn't help guessing that Ding Zhaolin's study might be full of books such as folk history and legends.

However, just for the story, spend 100 million to investigate the cause of her daughter's death?
Thinking of this, he smiled jokingly: "Poverty has affected my reasoning ability."

Xiao Qiao said indifferently: "Just think of it as an advertisement for the museum. Thinking about it this way, it's quite cheap."

She sighed again: "However, if it's just to hype the story, there may be nothing to investigate. Maybe Ding Na just wanted to jump off a building on a sudden whim. For an artist, it makes sense to go crazy occasionally... unless we New clues can be found."

If it wasn't for the homicide, she'd lose interest.

Thinking of next week's investigation, she naturally thought that Qu Mingcong and Mei Chao would go to Linlan County together, so she couldn't help asking: "Are you really planning to go to Linlan County?"

Qu Mingcong nodded, "Well, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I just don't think it's like you..." Xiao Qiao muttered, "After investigating the celebrity case last time, you said that you would not take another case from another place, because you want to go home to accompany your mother, you forgot ?”

"This time is an exception. After all, it's 100 million." Qu Mingcong smiled, "And my mother is hospitalized, and there are doctors and nurses watching. As long as a babysitter is arranged, and Aunt Wang will visit occasionally, it should be a problem if I don't go for two days. Not big."

"Two days?" she asked in surprise, "I thought you would go and return on the same day. Is it necessary for you to be so involved in this case?"

"Since I picked it up, of course I have to check it carefully, from the beginning to the end." Qu Mingcong said with a smile, "Don't be lazy."

"Okay, I got it..." Xiao Qiao sighed, "Then let me go through my thoughts again..."

She thought to herself that it would not work to go through this line of thought a hundred times. For things like jumping off a building, one would either jump off by herself or be pushed down by someone. The stuff of stories.

She doesn't like to do this kind of thing.

The phone rang, and He Qile's name was displayed on the screen.

When Qu Mingcong answered the phone, He Qile said hoarsely, "I'm sick... cough, cough cough..."

"Well, I can tell." Qu Mingcong twitched the corner of his mouth, "Did you get sick from fright?"

"No, it's not..." He Qile replied awkwardly, "I caught a cold, ahem, it was windy last night..."

Qu Mingcong sighed silently in his heart, the down jacket was so tightly wrapped that he could catch a cold, and his physical fitness was second to none.

"I'm going to Linlan County to investigate next week, will your illness recover next week?" Qu Mingcong asked.

He Qile was stunned for a moment, "If you want to go to another place, I...cough cough, I need to apply in advance..."

so troublesome.

Qu Mingcong couldn't help but slander, and asked patiently: "How long does it take to apply?"

"Not sure..." He Qile hesitated for a few seconds before replying, "Can you go there first, and I'll be there a few days later?"

"We'll see the situation at that time, I'm not sure I'll stay there for a few days." Qu Mingcong said.

"Oh..." He Qile responded sullenly, and after a few seconds, he asked cautiously, "Did she show up when you were investigating today? Well, I mean...do you feel it?" To another consciousness in the body? That target?"

Director Xiang is not allowed to disclose any information, including identity, name and age, He Qile can only vaguely refer to her as "she".

Qu Mingcong curled the corner of his mouth and teased him: "It appeared."

"What, what?! Cough, cough, cough!..."

I don't know if it was because of being too excited, but the cough on the other end of the phone was earth-shattering.

Qu Mingcong sighed deliberately: "Oh, what a pity, if you didn't get sick today, you might be able to take it away, now you can only wait for the next opportunity."

"Cough, cough, cough! Wait for me...cough! Wait for next week, I will go to Linlan County as soon as possible! Cough!..."

"Okay, I will contact you next week." Qu Mingcong smiled and hung up the phone in satisfaction.

As soon as the phone was hung up, Xiao Qiao laughed wildly on the phone: "Hahahahahahaha!..."

Qu Mingcong couldn't take it anymore, so he turned down the volume of the earphones.

"Qu Mingcong, you are getting worse and worse! Hahaha!" She couldn't be happier.

"The one who is close to the ink is black..." Qu Mingcong shook his head with emotion, and he also felt that he was getting more and more wicked.

At this time, through the glass of the sun room, I saw the maid coming out of the living room and walking towards here along the winding passage under the eaves.

Madam Ding must have woken up.

Qu Mingcong turned and left the Sunshine Flower House, followed the maid back to the house, and took the elevator upstairs.

Although the villa has only three floors plus the basement, an elevator was installed.

In the elevator with him, apart from the maid, there was also a delicate trolley, which was covered with clean white towels, a tea set, and a plate of finger-thick snacks.

"It's quite convenient to push a small cart to deliver the food. You don't have to carry the dishes over and over again." Xiao Qiao muttered on the phone, "Why do I feel like I've seen it somewhere before?"

"There are also such carts in the museum, but they are bigger than this one." Qu Mingcong said.

The maid was slightly taken aback, thinking that Qu Mingcong was talking to herself, she nodded with a smile: "Really..."

"Oh, I remembered. There are anti-collision strips installed on the trolleys in the museum to protect the exhibits, right? After all, bottles and cans are easy to break." Xiao Qiao thought about it, and felt a little strange, "It's not right... "

Qu Mingcong wanted to ask her what was wrong, but since the maid was there, it was inconvenient to speak, so he gave a soft "um" in a slightly raised nasal voice.

The elevator door opened, and the maid pushed the dining car out first, followed by Qu Mingcong, who heard Xiao Qiao muttering in the earphone: "Ding Na left several access control records on the fourth floor on the night of Ding Na's accident, but there is no record of her in the elevator monitoring." Therefore, everyone’s inference is that Ding Na went to the third floor, because there is only one floor between the fourth floor and the third floor, and there is no need to take the elevator. The staff there also said that Ding Na often went to the warehouse on the third floor to get things. "

Xiao Qiao pondered for a while, and then said: "Every exhibit in the warehouse is of great value. If you went to the warehouse to pick up an antique that is hundreds of years old, would you choose the stairs or the elevator?"

"The elevator," Qu Mingcong frowned, "because it's safer."

Porcelain is fragile, and it is obviously safer to take the elevator. If Ding Na is really a lover of cultural relics, she will not miss this floor.

"Maybe she went to the warehouse on the third floor that night and just looked around, but didn't take anything." He thought about it, "Or, she took it, but it wasn't porcelain, so it wasn't easy to break."

"She didn't take anything, otherwise the person in charge of the warehouse would find out during the regular inventory." Xiao Qiao said, "You see, this is where the problem is. She went to the third floor and didn't take anything, so why did she take it?" Go to the third floor?"

"Does the broken imitation count?" Qu Mingcong stopped, "She went to the warehouse on the third floor and took an imitation. Because she decided to commit suicide and was depressed, she didn't care too much about the imitation. won't break."

Before waiting for Xiao Qiao's answer, the maid in front turned her head and looked at Qu Mingcong with puzzled eyes: "Sir, we're here."

The door of the front room was wide open, and Mei Chao, Cao Xiuwen, and Pan Fang came out one after another.

When they saw Qu Mingcong, they all winked at him in unison.

Qu Mingcong: "?"

This is the end of the meeting?It's too fast...