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

Ding Zhaolin organized a million-dollar reward investigation and asked for his wife's opinion.

Mrs. Ding agreed at first, firstly because she couldn't accept her daughter's death and wanted to find out, and secondly because rumors were flying everywhere after the incident.

The dirtier it is, the more people talk about it. Ding Zhaolin's reputation has been stained all his life, and it is human nature to want to clear his dirty name.

But after rounds of investigations, constant disappointment and anger, she was really tired...

Tired, confused, confused... She even began to believe in the theory of gods and ghosts, suspecting that there really was a ghost living in that museum as rumored, who specially killed people in the middle of the night, that's why her daughter died for no apparent reason.

But Qu Mingcong found a can, and he said that the crying came from the can.

Since someone was pretending to be a ghost in the museum, could her daughter's death be related to that person?

A person will encounter many things in his life. Not everything can have a clear and definite answer. Some people pass by in a daze, while others will feel stuck in their throats.

Mrs. Ding is the latter.

She couldn't figure it out, and she didn't have the ability to end it all. Ding Zhaolin said that there would be two more rounds at most. The time limit for one round of investigation was two weeks, and if there were two more rounds, it would be four weeks.

Is it a month... She has been suffering for more than a year, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with staying for another month, so just wait, wait...

Things will pass, and she shouldn't let herself be trapped in pain and anger.

Mrs. Ding closed her eyes tiredly, thinking that maybe she should see a psychiatrist, she shouldn't have those evil thoughts.

Ding Zhaolin didn't know the complicated thoughts in her heart, and said in a low voice, "Are you sleepy... go to sleep and wake you up later for dinner."

Then he tucked the quilt for his wife naturally.

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When Qu Mingcong and Mei Chao arrived in Linlan, they first went to the Express Hotel to check in.

Although this place is only a small town around Qingjiang City, it is a little famous because of its antique features. Foreign tourists often come here and there are many hotels.

Mei Chao booked two ordinary standard rooms, each with two beds, enough for three people.

But it is very inconvenient for Qu Mingcong to share a room. Just as he was about to ask for another room, He Qile next to him hesitated and said, "That...is there any room available?"

"Huh?" Mei Chao was taken aback, and asked He Qile, "Do you want to open another room?"

"Hmm..." He Qile replied with a blushing face, "I have a few friends locally... Well, they may stay with me for two days, so..."

"Oh, that's it..." Mei Chao nodded suddenly, and then cast a sympathetic look at Qu Mingcong.

He probably felt that it was not easy for Qu Mingcong to help his relatives with their children. He said he came to be an assistant, but in fact he came out to play with his classmates and friends.

Qu Mingcong twitched the corner of his mouth slightly.

What kind of friend is more like a bodyguard.Director Xiang took He Qile very seriously, and of course he was worried about letting He Qile go out alone. Forget it, it was better to follow him openly than secretly.

He Qile said to the lady at the front desk of the hotel: "Please open another room, next to each other."

"Your rooms are 603 and 604. The front and back rooms are full, and there are no adjacent rooms." The receptionist said, "There are two adjacent rooms on the fifth floor, do you want?"

"Ah..." He Qile subconsciously turned his head to look at Qu Mingcong, with a puzzled look on his face.

"Some people will book hotels online, hurry up, or the two rooms on the fifth floor will be gone later." The front desk urged.

"Then, I want two rooms on the fifth floor!" He Qile said hastily.

"Do you need to move back to the room on the sixth floor?" the front desk lady asked again.

Qu Mingcong said: "There is no need to retreat."

He looked back at Mei Chao, and explained: "I like to talk in my sleep at night, let's share a room, so as not to disturb you."

"Okay..." Mei Chao agreed vaguely, feeling weird.

Three people booked four double-bed standard rooms.

Qu Mingcong dragged the suitcase to his room, closed the door and began to organize the items in the suitcase.

First take off the bluetooth headset that he has been wearing all the way, and then connect every electronic device to the hotel's wifi. He brought a mobile phone projector, which is small in size and easy to carry. After setting it up, he can project the image in the mobile phone to the wall superior.

The projector was newly bought before I came here. After studying the manual for a few minutes, it was quickly set up, and then I tried to play a movie clip, and the effect was not bad.

Qu Mingcong walked around and found that the room was surprisingly quiet.

According to the usual practice, once he was alone, the person on the phone should have started chirping.

Qu Mingcong opened the Sweetheart Lover app and found that his "lover" was not there. He called up the background program of the mobile phone and found a reading app running, so he clicked on it to check. The screen of the mobile phone was full of words, and the page was turning automatically.

"What are you looking at?" Qu Mingcong asked.

The page turning stopped, and the mobile phone program quickly switched to Sweetheart Lover. Xiao Qiao glared at Qu Mingcong wearing the fashion in the new suit: "You scared me!"

Qu Mingcong said: "Cooperate, I'll adjust the size."

He clamped the phone on the table stand, walked to the wall and made a gesture with Xiao Qiao in the projection, then walked back and continued to adjust the parameters until her projection was close to the real scale.

Xiao Qiao asked curiously, "Why did you buy this thing?"

"Buy it for fun." Qu Mingcong replied casually, picked up his phone and took a group photo of the two of them.

The effect was not very good, probably because the light was too bright during the day, the projected picture appeared very light in the photo, and the clothes of the two men were also incompatible.

Qu Mingcong lowered his head and sat on the bed, flipped through the fashion gift bags he had bought, and recalled that he had bought several modern clothes.

Xiao Qiao is not very interested in projection, anyway, no matter where she projects, she can only see the outside world through the camera.

"I was reading Ding Zhaolin's autobiography just now, and I didn't expect that old man's writing to be quite good, and I couldn't stop reading it," Xiao Qiao sighed, "Cultural people are different, so I suddenly have a filter for him. "

"Really, what did he write in his autobiography?" Qu Mingcong found a modern outfit in the panel warehouse, clicked to change the outfit, and the lover in the game scene changed a set of clothes instantly.

Xiao Qiao was taken aback for a moment, "Why did you change clothes for him all of a sudden?"

"Try the effect, the previous set of Xianxia style is too exaggerated." Qu Mingcong chose another set, clicked on the change with his finger, and asked, "Turn around and let me see. Why did you suddenly read his autobiography?"

Wearing a new dress, she wandered around in a circle, "... I started watching it when I was bored in the car. He is quite interesting. He obviously cherishes his reputation, but he married a wife who is 20 years younger than me. I thought to myself , isn’t he afraid of other people’s gossip? I found out after reading his autobiography that when he met his wife, his wife was in poor health, and even the wedding was held in a wheelchair. The news reports about him at the same time were almost There are no negative things, they all praise him for being affectionate and righteous, never leaving his seriously ill wife, tsk, do you think there will really be love between two people with such a big age difference?"

Qu Mingcong couldn't pick out any clothes he was satisfied with, so he bought a new set with a lot of money, changed it with one click, and thought: "This one is okay, but the hairstyle doesn't match."

"Hey!" Xiao Qiao stomped her feet unhappily, "Did you listen to me?!"