Qu Mingcong said funnyly: "I am an old gentleman, not some 'guy'."
She snorted, "I don't like him anyway."
"Well, I don't have a good impression of him either." Qu Mingcong had already walked to the security booth, "But I still have a good impression of the one million."
Even if you don't get a million, it's not bad to share the prize equally with others.
The security booth is a small house connected to the outer courtyard wall. In line with the architectural style of the museum, the roof is made with antique cornices and the windows are also designed to be round. However, the decoration inside is still modern, with sets of tables, chairs and computers.
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Qu Mingcong stood at the door and glanced at the computer monitor. The monitor screen was divided into several pieces by surveillance screens from different areas, and he could see different floors of the museum in real time.
The security guard was a sturdy man about forty years old. He saw Qu Mingcong at the door and looked up and down.
"Hello, excuse me," Qu Mingcong showed the invitation card that Ding Zhaolin had sent to the security guard, "I would like to ask a few questions about the case."
"I didn't see you here a few days ago," the security guard muttered in a low voice, "Others have come here to ask about you many times."
Qu Mingcong smiled casually and said, "I was busy with other things a few days ago, which delayed my time."
"Come in and sit down." The security guard pulled out a chair and motioned for Qu Mingcong to sit down. "I have been working here for four or five years. I was on duty the night Miss Ding had the accident. I remember it very clearly. I was holding a flashlight at that time.
On patrol, when I walked to the outside of the East Building, I suddenly heard a bang, like something broke... I swept it with a flashlight and found a lot of porcelain fragments on the ground in front of me. I subconsciously looked up to see where it was.
She fell down from somewhere, and then she saw Miss Ding standing on the windowsill... In the blink of an eye, she fell down, alas, such a good girl died like this."
Maybe he had been asked too many times. Before Qu Mingcong could ask, the security guard had already explained the situation clearly and let out a long sigh.
Qu Mingcong asked him: "What was the expression on Ding Na's face at that time?"
"It happened so fast, I didn't have time to see it," the security guard said with a frown, "And she was standing at such a high position, and it was late at night, so no one knew what the expression was on her face."
This answer was expected by Qu Mingcong, because if the expression could be seen clearly, there would not be so many questions. From the expression of a person when he fell to death, he could basically judge whether it was suicide or an accident.
He thought for a while and asked the security guard: "It was around 12 o'clock at night when she had the accident. Why did she stay in the museum so late and didn't go home? Do you know the reason?"
The security guard shook his head, "She stays until late at night almost every time she comes to the museum, and sometimes stays up all night. Everyone is used to it."
"How can a student have so much time?" Qu Mingcong asked in surprise, "Could he be doing homework in a museum?"
He knew that some students preparing for the exam felt that there were too many people in the classroom and would find their own study rooms to study after school.
The security guard grinned and said, "What kind of homework are you doing? It's good if you don't skip classes. But I don't think Mr. Ding and Mrs. Ding expect her to go to college. It's all up to her."
Qu Mingcong thought to himself, no wonder Pan Fang felt that Ding Na was obsessed with antiques to the point of becoming obsessed. She was only seventeen or eighteen years old. She didn't go shopping or watch movies. She spent every day in museums and didn't even care about studying. She was really "crazy".
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"By the way, I met Pan Fang on the road just now. He said that he found out from you that Ding Na didn't go to school for a while before the college entrance examination and stayed in the museum. Is this true?" Qu Mingcong asked.
"Does this have something to do with her jumping off the building?" The security guard looked puzzled, "There are access controls above the third floor of the east building. You need to swipe your card to enter. When we change shifts, we will check the access control records for the day. During those days, I
I can see Miss Ding's access control record every day, and I also heard Xiao Zhao and the others talking about whether Miss Ding has completely given up on taking exams, or why she didn't go to school for several days in a row, so I'm very impressed."
"Do you still have access control records?" Qu Mingcong asked him.
Qu Mingcong prefers objective facts such as access control records to information full of subjective consciousness.
"Yes, the records of the past three years are all saved." The security guard raised his hand to hold the mouse and operated a few times on the computer. "We only retain the surveillance video of the past three months, but the surveillance video of the night of Miss Ding's accident, because
It was transferred by the police, so it has been kept in extra storage. If you want to see it, you can ask Mr. Ding’s assistant, it’s at his place.”
"Let me check the access control records first," Qu Mingcong said.
The security guard pulled up the access control record and stepped aside to give up his position. "You can only read it here, you can't copy it, and you can't take pictures."
Qu Mingcong nodded, sat over and dragged the mouse to start looking at the access control records, and then clicked on the Bluetooth button on the computer.
The college entrance examination was in early June, and the access control records showed that Ding Na had been to the museum for four consecutive days starting from June 1, and the last check-in record of the day was after 9 pm, which is enough to prove the security guard's words.
It’s true, Ding Na does stay until very late every time she comes to the museum.
There are some other people's names on the access control record, they should be the staff here.
Qu Mingcong noticed that Ding Zhaolin's name was interspersed in the middle.
Ding Zhaolin was also in the museum on the night of Ding Na's accident. I wonder if the access control records are consistent...
Thinking of this, Qu Mingcong continued to drag the mouse down and turned to the access control record page of the night of the accident. Sure enough, he saw Ding Zhaolin's name.
The last access records of the museum staff that night were all between 6 pm and 8 pm, except for Ding Zhaolin, after 12 pm.
"Mr. Ding was there that night?" Qu Mingcong couldn't help but ask.
"Yes," the security guard nodded, "it was Mr. Ding who called the police."
"Does Mr. Ding often stay so late?"
"It's not that often..." the security guard recalled with a frown, "but there are always two days in a week when I go home late."
Qu Mingcong asked: "Do you know what exactly Mr. Ding is doing in the museum?"
The security guard sneered, "It's not my turn to ask about the boss, but I heard the police ask, and Mr. Ding said he was writing something in the room, uh... it's the museum's website, some articles were written by Mr. Ding himself, he seemed
Are you still writing an autobiography? I’ve heard people say that, but I don’t know if it’s true.”
Qu Mingcong's eyes returned to the computer screen, and he sighed silently in his heart: No wonder Ding Zhaolin was involved in rumors. According to this access control record, there were only two people in the entire museum that night, Ding Na and Ding Zhaolin. How could the dirty water not be there?
Throw it on him?
At this time, Xiao Qiao whispered through the earphone: "Come over and have a look at it in the evening, and then we can restore the real scene."
Qu Mingcong was silent for a moment, then turned to look at the security guard: "Who is on duty tonight? I want to come over tonight to conduct on-the-spot investigation."
