Author: Huahua

"story?"

Qu Mingcong recalled that Ding Zhaolin's various performances were indeed in line with this characteristic. For example, Ding Zhaolin could talk eloquently about every item in the museum's collection, but he often talked about the legends about that item, rather than the production process and history and culture.

Qu Mingcong couldn't help but guess that Ding Zhaolin's study might be full of books on folk history and legends.

However, just for the sake of a story, you spend a million to investigate the cause of your daughter’s death?

Thinking of this, he smiled jokingly: "Poverty affects my reasoning ability."

Xiao Qiao said nonchalantly: "Just think of it as an advertisement for the museum. If you think about it, it's quite cheap."

She sighed again: "However, if it is just to hype up the story, there may not be anything to investigate. Maybe Ding Na suddenly wanted to jump off a building for fun. As an artist, it makes sense to go crazy occasionally...unless we

New clues can be found.”

If it wasn't a murder case, she would have lost interest.

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

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

"It's nothing, I just don't think this is like you..." Xiao Qiao muttered, "After investigating the celebrity case last time, you said that you would not take on cases from other places because you wanted to go home to be with your mother. You forgot

?”

"This time is an exception. After all, it's one million." Qu Mingcong smiled, "And my mother is in the hospital, and there are doctors and nurses watching over her. As long as the nanny is arranged, and Aunt Wang occasionally visits, I shouldn't go for two days.

It’s not a big problem.”

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

"Since I accepted it, of course I have to investigate it carefully and start it right." Qu Mingcong said with a smile, "Don't be lazy."

"Okay, I know..." Xiao Qiao sighed, "Then let me think about it again..."

She thought to herself that this idea would not work even if she tried it a hundred times. When jumping off a building, you would either jump by yourself or be pushed down, and there would be no third possibility. In the end, it would all be made up by Mr. Ding.

The stuff of stories.

She doesn't like doing this kind of thing.

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

Qu Mingcong answered the phone, and He Qile said hoarsely on the other end: "I'm sick...cough, cough..."

"Yeah, I heard it." Qu Mingcong twitched the corner of his mouth, "Are you scared?"

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

Qu Mingcong sighed silently in his heart. He could catch a cold even if he was wrapped so tightly in his down jacket. His physical condition was second to none.

"I'm going to Linlan County to investigate next week. Will your illness be better next week?" Qu Mingcong asked.

He Qile was stunned, "If I want to go to a different place, I... ahem, I need to apply in advance..."

so troublesome.

Qu Mingcong couldn't help but sneered and asked patiently: "How many days does it take to apply?"

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

"It depends on the situation. I'm not sure how many days I will stay there," Qu Mingcong said.

"Oh..." He Qile responded dully, and after a few seconds, he asked cautiously, "When you were investigating today...did she show up? Well, I mean...did you feel it?

To another consciousness within the body? That target?”

The director was not allowed to reveal any information, including his identity, name and age, so He Qile could only refer to her vaguely as "she".

Qu Mingcong curled his lips and teased him: "He showed up."

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

I don’t know if it was because I was too excited, but the person on the other end of the phone coughed violently.

Qu Mingcong sighed deliberately: "Oh, what a pity. If you hadn't been sick today, you might have been able to take it away. Now I can only wait for the next opportunity."

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

"Okay, I'll contact you next week." Qu Mingcong smiled and hung up the phone with satisfaction.

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

Qu Mingcong couldn't bear it and turned down the volume of his headphones.

"Qu Mingcong, you are getting worse and worse! Hahaha!" She was extremely happy.

"Those who are close to ink are black..." Qu Mingcong shook his head and sighed. He also felt that he was getting more and more bad-tempered.

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

Mrs. Ding must have woken up.

Qu Mingcong turned around and left the Sunshine Garden, followed the maid back to the house, and then took the elevator upstairs.

Although the villa has only three floors including the basement, it still has an elevator.

Entering the elevator with him, in addition to the maid, there was also a delicate trolley. The trolley was covered with clean white towels, tea sets, and a plate of finger-sized snacks.

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

"There is also a cart like this in the museum, but it's bigger than this one." Qu Mingcong said.

The maid was slightly stunned, thinking that Qu Mingcong was talking to her, and nodded with a smile: "Really..."

"Oh, I remembered. The museum's carts are also equipped with anti-collision strips to protect the exhibits, right? After all, bottles and cans are easily broken." Xiao Qiao thought about it and felt a little strange, "Something's wrong...

"

Qu Mingcong wanted to ask her what was wrong, but since the maid was there, it was difficult to speak, so he softly said "hmm" with a slightly raised nasal voice.

The elevator door opened, and the maid pushed the dining cart out first. Qu Mingcong followed, and heard Xiao Qiao mumbling in the earphone: "On the night of Dina's accident, several access control records were left on the fourth floor, but hers were not in the elevator monitoring

figure, so everyone inferred that Ding Na went to the third floor, because there was only one floor between the fourth and third floors, so there was 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 thought for a while and then said: "Every exhibit in the warehouse is valuable. If you were to go to the warehouse to pick up a centuries-old antique, would you choose the stairs or the elevator?"

"Elevator," Qu Mingcong frowned, "because it's safer."

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

"Maybe she went to the third-floor warehouse that night and just took a look and didn't take anything." He said thoughtfully, "Or maybe she took it, but the thing was not porcelain and would not be easily broken."

"She didn't take anything, otherwise the people who manage the warehouse would find it during regular inventory." Xiao Qiao said, "Look, this is what's wrong. 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 replica count?" Qu Mingcong stopped, "She went to the third-floor warehouse and got a replica. Because she decided to commit suicide and was depressed, she didn't care too much about the replica.

It won’t break.”

Before Xiao Qiao could answer, the maid in front turned back and looked at Qu Mingcong with puzzled eyes: "Sir, we're here."

The door to 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: "?"
Chapter completed!