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

Chapter 184
Qu Mingcong was speechless for a moment.

He knew that Ding Zhaolin had no motive for the murder. He had status and status, and he valued his reputation in the outside world. In any case, there was no need to take the risk of killing his daughter. Manipulating and changing the cause of her daughter's death is indeed in line with the other party's preference.

"I've read his autobiography, and it's fascinating and wonderful." Xiao Qiao continued, "But, after reading it, I thought to myself, can there really be so many twists and turns in a person's story from birth to old age? ?One or two is not uncommon, and three or five are also acceptable, but wouldn’t it be strange if everything is legendary? So I wondered, is it possible that the book was deliberately exaggerated for the sake of book sales? The Ding family is not short of money. Is sales important to Ding Zhaolin? If it is exaggerated or even fabricated, is such an autobiography meaningful to me? But if it is not for sales, why do I write it like this? In the end, I just Think of a possibility—”

She stopped, laughing a little slyly.

Qu Mingcong said: "Don't be impatient, hurry up."

"Hey, I think so~ Ding Zhaolin may not deliberately exaggerate or fabricate, but is immersed in a kind of self-imagination," Xiao Qiao's analysis is serious, "similar to automatically beautifying memory, he really thinks that he is a character and does not He has experienced many historical events, and the autobiography he wrote has almost achieved the effect. Even after reading his autobiography, I am a little impressed. It is like an unsung hero who guards the truth of history. The antiques and collections in his museum are also It's as if it has become alive."

Qu Mingcong twitched the corners of his mouth, feeling speechless, "Even if he automatically beautifies the past memory, what happened to Ding Na's death? If it was really his doing, it cannot be regarded as innocent."

"Hey~ Who knows what he thinks," Xiao Qiao spread his hands, "After all, we are not roundworms in his stomach, and the case happened more than a year ago. There are no witnesses and no evidence. story, and can’t do anything else.”

Qu Mingcong thought for a while, then sighed sadly, "Yeah, it's been too long, no matter how many clues we find now, it's just one more version of the story in the end."

No one can go through time to touch that truth.

"Don't sigh~" Xiao Qiao said confidently, "Our version must be the most reasonable one, and every detail can be matched. Think about it, finding a similar can in the security room shows that Tian Xiao Jun and the security guard may be acquainted friends or distant relatives. He is familiar with the structure of the museum, knows how to evade the cameras, and may even secretly have a key to the warehouse, so he can sneak in again and again to steal things. Look, is this reasonable? In order to create opportunities for himself to steal, Tian Xiaojun deliberately stuffed soda cans into the ventilation duct, making horrible cries, who knows that not only did not scare Ding Na away, but also created a tragedy..."

"If the first death scene is not on the fourth floor," Qu Mingcong interrupted her with a frown, "...then it can only be in the corridor, and it is the staircase from the third floor to the first floor."

As he spoke, he shook his head again, "No, no, it should be the distance from the third floor to the second floor. There are cameras at the exit of the first floor. Tian Xiaojun should escape through the windows on the second floor, but I remember that the windows in the corridor are very narrow. It's hard for people to get through..."

Qu Mingcong walked away, ready to take a look.

The stairs of the museum are bright and open, and there are windows in the middle of each floor. The windows are located on the high side, and half of them are sealed, and only half of the windows can be opened.

Not only that, but the half window can only be pushed outward about 65 degrees, and cannot be fully opened.

Qu Mingcong stood in front of the window and gestured, and found that with his physique, it was difficult to squeeze out of the window.

However, he put his head out of the window and looked out. There happened to be a concrete slab under the window of the second floor in the corridor. The area was not big, but it was big enough for a person to stand on. Tian Xiaojun could climb through the window and climb to another The pipes on one side of the outer wall, in this way, can just escape the range of the surveillance cameras.

Qu Mingcong's heart sank slightly. He found that the environment here met the conditions required for their reasoning, which meant that their reasoning probably pointed to the truth.

Will this be the first death scene?
He turned around and looked at the steps upstairs and downstairs again.

"If Ding Na died here, why didn't she shed blood..."

Xiao Qiao said nonchalantly: "Maybe it's internal bleeding. It doesn't bleed at first, but it will take a while for blood to ooze from the mouth and nose, or it may be on the clothes. There is not much on the ground...the stairway here It's easy to wipe the blood off the tiles."

Qu Mingcong remained silent.

He knows the process of handling the case. After Ding Na's accident, Ding Zhaolin and the security guard called the police together. The security guard said it was a suicide, so the police's investigation focused on the studio on the fourth floor. When there was no obvious evidence pointing to the case as a murder case, no special equipment would be called. Search the entire museum for traces of blood.

The remaining blood stains on the steps were probably wiped off by Ding Zhaolin.

"According to our reasoning, Ding Na fell to her death by accident. Ding Zhaolin carried Ding Na back to the fourth floor. There was a high probability that he was stained with blood during the process, but... this cannot be used as evidence. He can explain it to the police. The blood stains were from when I tried to rescue Ding Na." Qu Mingcong frowned more and more deeply, a little unwillingly.

Is there no other way?Can it really only stop at "story"?
Something flashed through his mind, and he froze.

Xiao Qiao chuckled and said, "Have you thought about it?"

Qu Mingcong was stunned, "... No wonder you care about the curtains. The security guard said that he saw Ding Na standing on the edge of the window sill and fell down. In fact, it was Ding Zhaolin who was holding Ding Na's body at that time. As long as the curtains are separated between the two, the security guards will look at it. I don’t see Ding Zhaolin behind the curtains, but in this way, blood stains and fingerprints will inevitably be left on the curtains, so Ding Zhaolin made excuses to remove the curtains shortly after the incident, completely destroying the evidence!”

"Yes," Xiao Qiao nodded. "If there are blood stains on the curtains, it means that Ding Na died before she fell from the building. Ding Zhaolin had no choice but to dispose of the curtains if he wanted to cover up the truth."

Everything is clear, everything has been figured out, Qu Mingcong let out a long breath, not knowing whether he should be thankful that the investigation finally has a clue, or lament that Ding Na's cause of death was tampered with.

"In this way, it is easy to know why Ding Zhaolin insisted on identifying a real antique as an imitation." Qu Mingcong sighed, "Ding Zhaolin wanted to completely cover up the theft of the museum to avoid attracting the attention of the police... Alas, I don't understand this person, is the story so important? It's worth it for him to do this?"

Xiao Qiao was silent for a while, and then said: "It was mentioned in his autobiography that there is a collection in the museum, and every owner died unexpectedly. A TV station wanted to do a program on this antique, but Ding Zhaolin declined."

(End of this chapter)