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

After two days of mourning at home, Qu Mingcong went to the hospital for a follow-up visit.

The motorcycle hadn't been repaired after it fell last time, Wang Wei sympathized with Qu Mingcong's injury due to "work", and took the initiative to drive him to the hospital, and accompanied him to complete the discharge procedures for Qu Wan.

Since the last time she fell into the water, Qu Wan has been recuperating in the hospital. Now that Qu Mingcong is injured, both members of the family are sick.

After staying in the hospital for a long time, Qu Wan had accumulated a lot of sundries, including food and drink. Qu Wan couldn't bear to throw away anything. The two men worked as coolies to move everything to the parking lot and stuff it into the trunk.

Sitting in the car and finally being able to go home, Wang Wei started the car and said to Qu Mingcong sincerely: "I think you should go to the temple to worship."

Qu Mingcong answered absently.

Wang Wei asked again: "Have you been dumped?"

"Huh?" Qu Mingcong thought to himself, is it so obvious?
"I said a long time ago that online dating won't have any good results~" Wang Wei gloated, "Now it's all right, you are a bachelor like me, and my mother can no longer compare you to me."

Qu Mingcong asked: "You and Xiaoqi haven't gotten back together yet?"

Wang Wei shook his head, "She's about to get engaged, why not, and it's fine when we play together, but if we get married...it's really not suitable."

As he spoke, he sighed in a low voice and said with emotion: "She and I are not the same person."

Qu Mingcong felt uncomfortable, Wang Wei's words seemed to reflect him, and the relationship was muddled like a strange dream.

He didn't speak, Wang Wei only thought that he was not in the mood to chat, and turned on the phone after starting the car.

A movie commentary was playing on the phone: "Attention, this woman is called Xiaomei..."

Qu Mingcong looked out of the car window, seeing the bustling city and the dull tomorrow, not knowing what his life would be like next.

……

It has been a month since I saw Mrs. Ding again.

At this time, Ye Shichun had just been discharged from the hospital. Due to insufficient evidence, Ding Zhaolin's death was classified as an accident by the police.

There are different opinions from the outside world, not only sympathizing with a poor sick woman who lost her husband, but also jealous of her inheriting the tens of millions of Ding family property.

She turned down many interview invitations on the grounds of her poor health, and did not see any outsiders. The phone was always turned off. In order to see her, Qu Mingcong waited outside the gate of the villa in advance after finding out when she would be discharged from the hospital.

The car stopped at the door, and Ye Shichun sat in the car and asked him, "Mr. Qu, what's the matter?"

Qu Mingcong said: "I went to meet Tian Xiaojun, he was also in the museum that night."

Mrs. Ding was slightly stunned.

"Didn't you say to contact you immediately after seeing Tian Xiaojun?" Qu Mingcong smiled, and looked at the closed villa door, "Why, I'm not welcome anymore?"

Mrs. Ding was silent for a moment and said, "Come in."

After not coming for a month, all the people in the villa have changed, the nannies and personal caregivers have become unfamiliar faces, and a small sapling was dug up and planted in the ground where Ding Zhaolin had an accident.

Qu Mingcong was sitting in the living room drinking tea, Mrs. Ding was pushed over in a wheelchair, and then the nurses and nanny around her left the living room, leaving only the two of them.

"Thank you for making this trip," Mrs. Ding said. "After my husband's accident, the house was in chaos. I thought Mr. Qu had given up on investigating my daughter's case."

"Your call couldn't be reached. I went to the hospital, but the nurse said you didn't see anyone." Qu Mingcong replied.

Mrs. Ding smiled faintly, "Well, the doctor said I need to rest."

Qu Mingcong didn't care, and asked, "Did the secretary send you my investigation report?"

He reckoned that Ding Zhaolin's email address, besides Ding Zhaolin himself, probably only the secretary could read it.

Ye Shichun shook his head as expected, and said regretfully: "My husband's secretary has resigned, and the affairs of the museum are temporarily handed over to my husband's nephew. I'm not in good health, so I can't control too much."

Qu Mingcong took out a USB flash drive and gently placed it on the coffee table, "I made a copy and put it in here, and the recording of my conversation with Tian Xiaojun is also in it."

Ye Shichun's eyes fell on the small USB flash drive, and he remained motionless. After two seconds, he said, "Mr. Qu... Frankly speaking, I don't really want to see it."

She hooked the corners of her lips, with a bit of self-mockery, "Since my husband organized this so-called investigation, I have seen too much... Hypothesis, speculation, slander and planting, there are all kinds of answers, so I think , Your investigation report may not bring any surprises."

"It's your freedom to see or not," Qu Mingcong stood up, and replied indifferently, "I just think that since I agreed, I should complete it, so I made this trip today, and now the things have been handed over to you. Don't bother me."

He didn't stay long, and strode out. When he reached the door, he paused, turned his head and said to Ye Shichun, "It can be seen that Miss Ding... really likes blue and white porcelain."

If it wasn't because I really liked it, I wouldn't have forgotten my own safety and foolishly chased people who seemed to be thieves.

If it wasn't because she really liked it, she wouldn't have reached out to pick it up the moment the porcelain bottle was smashed, she must have been worried that it would break, right?
Qu Mingcong left, and Ye Shichun sat alone in the living room. After being stunned for a long time, she murmured: "Yes, she really likes...the one who can't stop liking it, and those who don't love it, all they see is a The bottle, those who love it, see Su Maliqing following the footsteps of ancient dynasties to expand the territory and travel thousands of miles. She said that she is fascinated by this kind of romance that travels through history and time and space, but how would she know? One day, I will die because of this obsession..."

Ye Shichun's eyes turned to the USB flash drive on the coffee table again.

After a long time, she reached out and held the USB flash drive tightly in her palm.

……

Qu Mingcong learned the news of Ye Shichun's surrender the next day, and it was Xu Chenjie who called to tell him.

"What the hell did you talk to her about? It's amazing." Xu Chenjie was incredulous, "It doesn't look like she has found out her conscience, she turned herself in."

Qu Mingcong was also surprised, but apart from being surprised, he was not surprised, as if the whole thing should have been like this.

Maybe it's because Ye Shichun has always left him feeling depressed, he doesn't care about everything around him, he doesn't care about whether he will be arrested or imprisoned.

Xu Chenjie said: "By the way, Ye Shichun turned himself in and made a request, hoping to talk to you, just wait a moment."

Qu Mingcong waited for a while, and a woman's voice came from the phone: "Mr. Qu."

"Mrs. Ding." Qu Mingzong paused, and said in a low voice, "I didn't expect you to make this decision. It takes courage."

Ye Shichun smiled softly, "You think too highly of me. With my physical condition, no matter where I stay, it's no different from going to jail. The reason why I did this is just because I don't want that person to get what I want."

Qu Mingcong frowned, "That person?"

"Well, you should know..." Ye Shichun said with a smile, "In this world, some people are always unwilling to be forgotten, and want to live as a story to be passed on for hundreds of years, and they can do anything for this purpose. Now everyone outside There are rumors that there is a cursed piece of porcelain in the museum, and the owner of the past generations died tragically because of the curse, and the current owner of the museum is not immune, heh... Now that I have surrendered, the story has become an accident, how interesting, what do you think?"

Qu Mingcong was silent.

He couldn't comment on that.

"Mr. Qu, I want to talk to you mainly because I want to say thank you." Ye Shichun stopped laughing and said softly, "I have seen too many answers about my daughter falling to her death. She committed suicide because of love. Some people think she is psychologically fragile. They talk about her love history and private life, but no one believes that she really likes blue and white porcelain. You are the only one who believes in her, so I think, I have to Say something to you, thank you."

When she said this, she stopped and took a breath, Qu Mingcong realized that she was about to die, and immediately said: "Wait a minute!..."

He asked: "Mrs. Ding, can you tell me how you did it? When the flower pot fell, how did you ensure that it would not be you who hit it?"

This was the last case he and Xiao Qiao cooperated with, and the modus operandi was also a mystery that he and Xiao Qiao had never solved.

Ye Shichun smiled after hearing this, "It's very simple."

"...very simple?" Qu Mingcong was stunned.

"Yes, just let him hold me." Ye Shichun said casually, "I sat in the wheelchair and said to him, hug me, he came over, hugged my body with both hands, comforted me softly, my head Bury him in his arms, pull the string wrapped around the flower pot with your fingers, and the flower pot will fall, and then... boom, it's over."

Ye Shichun smiled again, "Okay, the police officer is urging me, Mr. Qu, goodbye."

The phone hangs up, the call is over.

Qu Mingcong held the phone, feeling that everything was over.

The answer that has finally settled is, unfortunately, unable to be told to her.

……

A week later, Qu Mingcong received a remittance amounting to 100 million. The remitter called to inform that Mrs. Ding had ended the million-dollar reward investigation activity in the name of Ding Zhaolin, and finally accepted Qu Mingcong's investigation results.

As a result, Wang Xiaoming's office was once again on the hot search, and its popularity exploded.

But Qu Mingcong closed the office at this time.

——Qu Wan's state is getting worse day by day, and he can remember fewer and fewer people and things. He plans to temporarily put down work and try his best to accompany his mother.

Days were going on without a hitch, and Qu Mingcong felt as if he was guarding something that would be lost sooner or later, and also as if he was waiting for a trial that would eventually come.

One day, when Qu Wan was sitting on the sofa watching TV, she suddenly turned to look at him and asked, "Who are you? Why are you at my house?"

At this moment, a long-anticipated sense of fear descended from the sky, enveloping him tightly.

He suddenly understood Ding Zhaolin's feelings. It turned out that being forgotten was such a terrible thing. His lover no longer remembered him, and now his mother would also forget him.

"Mom, I'm your son." Qu Mingcong tried his best to keep a smile on his face, "Recognize him carefully, do you recognize him?"

Qu Wan frowned unhappily, and it took a while to relax her brows, "Yes...you are my son, you are my son..."

She muttered a few words, and then re-watched the TV series that she never got tired of watching.

Qu Mingcong didn't know how much of her memory would remain, and he also knew that he couldn't keep anything after all.

Just like when he couldn't keep Xiao Qiao on the phone.

……

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It was another new year, and Qu Mingcong took Qu Wan downstairs for a walk.

Although Qu Wan's mental state is poor, her legs and feet can move freely. Sometimes she can walk 800 meters outside and sleep when she gets home.

She was fast and strong, and the nanny couldn't keep up with her. Only Qu Mingcong could keep an eye on her.

Qu Mingcong bought fruit by the way. The merchants downstairs are all old acquaintances. The original shop of the office has been transferred out and is now being renovated. The door is dusty and noisy.

He took Qu Wan to avoid the area in front of the store. When he passed by, he saw a new signboard that hadn't had time to hang up in front of the store. There were a few words written on the signboard: Miller Consulting and Investigation Firm.

The corner of Qu Mingcong's mouth smiled, a little wanting to laugh, but he didn't expect that the new owner of the store under his hand was also a private detective.

Just as she was about to leave, a young girl came out of the shop in a hurry and shouted at the paint worker outside, "Master! The latex paint on the wall is the wrong color, go and have a look!"

When the girl saw Qu Mingcong, she was stunned, and surprise flashed in her eyes.

Qu Mingcong also stopped and looked at her.

He saw a familiar shadow on her face, but he wasn't too sure...

"Do you want to come in and take a look?" The girl coughed uncomfortably, and looked him up and down with half-curious and half-expectant eyes, "The new store is open, and I'll give you a discount."

Qu Mingcong looked at the name of the store, and then returned his gaze to her face, "Are you here... recruiting?"

She nodded, "Recruited."

"Part-time job, okay?"

She nodded again, "Yes."

Qu Mingcong was silent for a while, then asked again: "Boss...how is your memory?"

She rolled her eyes disdainfully, "I have a photographic memory, okay?"

Qu Mingcong looked at her majestic appearance, a soft smile appeared on his face, he stopped talking, just looked at her quietly.

She pursed her lips and smiled.

Decoration workers came in and out, he and she stood in the dust, and no one left.

……

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