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

Chapter 27 What Did You Find?
"Now?" Shao Jiaming was obviously displeased.

"Yes, right now, it doesn't take much effort to write a few words." Qu Mingcong said lightly, "Just get a piece of paper and write it to me. I'm stuck with your order now, and the boss won't let me take other orders. Shao Sir, everyone is a part-time worker, I hope you don't make it difficult for me, otherwise I can only spend time with you all the time."

His words were half weak and half threatening. Shao Jiaming was worried that he would keep pestering him, so he had to compromise and called the security guard to let him go.

Qiao Yueying didn't expect it to go so smoothly.

But entering the community was only the first step. When she followed Qu Mingcong into the elevator, she began to worry that Shao Jiaming would not let Qu Mingcong into the house.

"The effective range of most Bluetooth devices is only five to ten meters. If I don't go into the house, I may not be able to connect to Shao Jiaming's mobile phone."

"I told you to rest assured." Qu Mingzong calmly watched the jumping floor numbers on the elevator, and said in a low voice, "Even if I don't want this face today, I will still rely on him."

Qiao Yueying: "..."

She was silent for a while, then murmured softly, "There's no need to sacrifice so much... It should be enough for me to delay for about 10 minutes."

"Let's make a secret sign." Qu Mingcong said, "Like last time, play music after you're done, and I'll find an excuse to leave when I hear the music."

Qiao Yueying's heart moved, and she immediately suggested: "How about "Or the in gioia credea"? In 1590, after the composer Gesualdo learned of his wife's infidelity, he hacked both his wife and adulterer to death and hung their corpses for public display. Suitable for Shao Jiaming."

The corners of Qu Mingcong's mouth twitched slightly: "...whatever you want."

In a few words, the elevator has reached the 26th floor.

Qu Mingcong knocked on Shao Jiaming's door.

After waiting for a while, Shao Jiaming opened the door for him, and handed out a signed paper.

Sure enough, he didn't intend to let Qu Mingcong enter the house.

Qu Mingcong was not in a hurry, he raised his hand to block the door frame, pointed at the piece of paper Shao Jiaming handed over with his other finger, and said, "Please add the date under the signature."

"It's really troublesome." Shao Jiaming was displeased, and turned back to the house to make up the date. Qu Mingcong also took this opportunity to enter the house.

The house is huge.

The beautifully textured marble floor tiles are covered with expensive carpets. Behind the gray leather sofa are two cold-toned oil paintings. The TV wall on the other side is also exquisitely decorated. thing.

The whole environment is spotless, so clean that it shines, as if it has been wiped hundreds of times.

Qu Mingcong remembered that Shao Jiaming should have no obsession with cleanliness.

At this time, Shao Jiaming's wife came out of the kitchen. She was taken aback when she saw Qu Mingcong, but her face was dull and expressionless. She just looked at him, then lowered her head and walked to the dining table, took a rag and walked slowly wipe the table.

Qu Mingcong noticed that there was a band-aid on her forehead, and there were obvious bruises on the corners of her lips.

Obviously her face was still fine when I saw her yesterday, but now she has an injury, which means that she was beaten after returning home from the massage shop yesterday.

Shao Jiaming walked over to make up the date, and handed the note to Qu Mingcong again.

Qu Mingcong received it in his hand, looked it over, raised his head and said to Shao Jiaming, "I'll take a photo and send it to the boss to see if the format is correct."

Shao Jiaming sneered: "A small office on the side of the road still cares about the file format?"

Qu Mingcong said calmly: "I didn't care before. Didn't this offend the client? Maybe the boss wanted me to learn a lesson, so I can only cover everything, so as not to be picked on by others."

Shao Jiaming said annoyedly: "Then you shoot quickly, and leave as soon as you finish."

Qu Mingcong didn't care about his attitude. He took the note under the lamp, took a few photos with his mobile phone, and pretended to play with it. Then he said to Shao Jiaming: "The network signal is not good, the photos cannot be sent out, the balcony door can Do you want to turn it on? I'm looking for a signal."

"You drive yourself." Shao Jiaming dropped the words irritably, picked up the remote control to turn on the TV, and sat down to watch the show by himself, ignoring Qu Mingcong.

Qu Mingcong opened the floor-to-ceiling glass door and came to the balcony.

The 26th floor is very high. Standing on the balcony and looking at it, you can have a panoramic view of the night view of the city, which has a sudden and wonderful beauty.

But at this moment, Qu Mingcong was not in the mood to appreciate the beautiful scenery, his eyes were all attracted by a row of advertising banners - from this angle, he could see the community where Xiao Fan lived very clearly.

Qu Mingcong's heart sank...

He knew that Qiao Yueying's words were gradually being confirmed.

And the more evidences are confirmed, the less likely Xiao Fan is alive.

Murder is something that is either thought of on a whim or planned for a long time.

After Shao Jiaming knew his wife was cheating, he must have been furious at first. He would beat his wife and take revenge on Xiao Fan. Will the malice in the place come out, tempting him to choose a more intense and vicious way to retaliate?
Qu Mingcong couldn't help imagining in his mind, the imaginary time back to today's noon, Shao Jiaming came to the office to find fault, was beaten, called the police, mediated, then he went to catch the cat in the afternoon, went to the hospital at night, and finally went home to sleep.

On an ordinary day, a peaceful day, he didn't pay attention to Shao Jiaming's abnormality, nor did he pay attention to Xiao Fan's whereabouts. If this was the case, what would happen?

...It seems that nothing will happen.

Xiao Fan has already submitted his resignation. Everyone in the massage parlor thought that Xiao Fan had gone to Wucheng. Even if the mobile phone was disconnected, they would only think that the other party had changed their mobile number. They would never think of missing, let alone report the crime .

A person just disappeared without a sound, and no one will find out.

Even if it is discovered, it will probably be a long, long time later, and by then, it will be more difficult to collect evidence and conduct investigations.

Qu Mingcong understands this very well. The most difficult cases in the world are usually not homicide cases, but disappearance cases.

"Hey! Are you ready?"

In the living room, Shao Jiaming urged dissatisfiedly.

Qu Mingcong returned to the living room with an indifferent expression, and replied: "The photo has been sent, wait for his reply."

Shao Jiaming said: "You call your boss, and I will tell him directly that there is no need to check this list."

Qu Mingcong nodded, but he didn't make a phone call, but replied vaguely: "Okay, I'll wait another 2 minutes, if he still doesn't reply, he must be hanging on to me on purpose, and I will call without you urging me. "

Shao Jiaming frowned, and continued to wait distractedly.

Another few minutes passed.

Shao Jiaming's patience was about to run out, and his complexion became more and more ugly, while Qu Mingcong was calm and calm, and several new excuses for procrastination had already been brewed in his mind.

The phone suddenly rang music...

The tune is a bit retro, and Qu Mingcong guessed that it was "Or the in gioia credea" Qiao Yueying said.

He let out a sigh of relief, put on his mobile phone, walked straight to the door, and said "goodbye" behind him.

Then he opened the door and left Shao Jiaming's house without looking back.

……

In the elevator, Qu Mingcong took out his mobile phone and asked, "What did you find?"

(End of this chapter)