"What's weird about me?" Qu Mingcong glanced at Qu Wan, who was watching the drama, and replied without hesitation while peeling the orange, "Are you thinking wrong again?"
Xiao Qiao said seriously: "It's really weird. You used to complain about krypton gold no matter how much it was, but this time you bought it without saying a word... Also, you actually bought flowers just now."
, you always only buy bargains like 9.9 yuan!"
Qu Mingcong: “…………”
It actually sounds reasonable.
He smiled, did not defend himself, and put a piece of the peeled orange into his mouth.
Xiao Qiao's expression gradually became serious, and with a straight face, he asked: "Qu Mingcong, have you... done anything to feel sorry for me?"
Qu Mingcong was stunned when he heard it. The orange slipped into his throat, and he suddenly choked and coughed loudly.
Qu Wan frowned and looked over, scolding softly: "How old are you? You can choke on an orange. Go get a drink of water."
Qu Mingcong stood up to drink water, then looked at the time, it was already half past eight.
"Mom, go to bed early. You can watch the TV series tomorrow."
"I'll finish watching this episode," Qu Wan replied.
Qu Mingcong picked up his coat and backpack, "I'm going back first. You can go to bed after watching this episode, otherwise the nurse will come over and talk to you later."
Qu Wan nodded, her eyes still glued to the phone.
"Call me if you need anything." Qu Mingcong warned again.
Qu Wan responded vaguely, not even bothering to nod this time.
Qu Mingcong sighed with a smile, turned around and left.
We set off now and can reach the museum before nine o'clock, but the temperature is too low at night, so riding a motorcycle is a bit too cool.
He was riding a motorcycle at a fast speed, his face was tightened by the cold wind, and he thought that he would borrow Wang Wei's car next time...
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When we arrived at the museum, only one side of the building was still lit.
The museum usually closes at six o'clock. It only opens night exhibitions on Saturdays and Sundays, and the opening hours are from nine o'clock in the morning to nine o'clock in the evening.
Qu Mingcong parked his motorcycle and walked towards the museum. He stepped on the dry leaves under his feet, and there were soft cracking sounds. This cold and silent night seemed even more peaceful.
There was a white figure standing on the street corner, the kind of white that covered his head to his toes.
Qu Mingcong glanced and saw a car that had been parked for an unknown length of time behind the figure.
He said lazily: "I thought you weren't coming."
He Qile moved, walked over slowly with his legs open, "You said it was possible to make the disappearing target appear..."
"I also asked you to come alone." Qu Mingcong said.
He Qile frowned slightly, "They won't go inside."
Fine……
Qu Mingcong withdrew his gaze and ignored the bodyguards in the car. He walked straight to the security room and knocked on the window. When the security guard inside looked over, he showed the invitation card through the glass.
After a moment, the electronically controlled metal gate opened.
Qu Mingcong and He Qile went in one after another, passed the rectangular flower garden, and walked up the gray-white stone steps. The street lights dragged their shadows extremely long.
An unknown bird suddenly flew under the streetlight, and its flapping wings made the light flicker.
Both of them were shocked and stood still for two seconds before recovering.
Qu Mingcong smiled and joked: "Why does the atmosphere of this museum change at night? It's so spooky. It can't really be haunted, right?"
He Qile pursed his lips and said seriously: "There are no ghosts in this world."
After a pause, he added: "Even if there is one, it can only be an energy body."
Qu Mingcong said nothing and continued walking forward, thinking: Isn't this what she is talking about? An energy body with self-awareness.
An energy body that cannot store memories.
He felt an absurd sense of joy in suffering, turned his head and smiled at He Qile, and asked: "Where did you first discover her?... That energy body that can produce targets in the brain."
He Qile was slightly stunned, "...I can't say that all information about her is absolutely confidential."
Considering that Qu Mingcong is now considered a partner in the recovery mission, He Qile explained: "But you can ask Director Xiang, she has higher authority than me and should be able to explain it clearly to you."
Qu Mingcong couldn't help but feel a headache when he recalled the middle-aged woman's face. He really didn't want to deal with her again.
Children like He Qile are more friendly and show all their thoughts on their faces.
"Where do we start checking?" He Qile asked following him.
"First go to the offices where the lights are still on to understand what areas of the museum need attention at night, and then go to Dina's studio to have a look..."
Qu Mingcong walked into the elevator, pressed the number ④ without hesitation, and then looked up at the camera in the elevator.
"The night Ding Na fell, there was an access control record of entering and exiting the fourth floor two or three times, but she was not seen on the surveillance screen. She should have gone down by the stairs. We will try taking the stairs later," Qu Mingcong said.
He Qile nodded when he heard the words, "Okay."
On the fourth floor, there were two offices with lights on. Qu Mingcong walked over and took a look. There was no one in one office, and there was only a young girl in the other. She was packing her things, and she should be getting ready to get off work.
Qu Mingcong stood at the door and knocked on the door, "Is there anyone else in the office next door? We are here to investigate the case and want to find someone to understand the situation."
Probably because Ding Zhaolin invited so many people to investigate the case, none of the museum staff were surprised, with no expression of surprise on their faces.
"Sister Wang and Xiao Wu went to the warehouse on the third floor. You can go find them downstairs. I have to go back." The young girl replied lukewarmly, then picked up her bag and left the office, locking the door.
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The light suddenly dimmed by half.
There was only one office with lights on on the entire fourth floor.
Qu Mingcong looked around and saw that most of the rooms here were locked. Except for the office where the lights were still on, only Ding Na's studio was unlocked.
The purpose of installing cameras in the museum is mainly to prevent theft. The third and fourth floors of the East Building are used as office areas. Not only do they have access control, but the offices are also locked every night. No wonder no cameras were installed at the beginning.
Qu Mingcong took He Qile around to the stairwell, took the stairs down to the third floor, and quickly found the warehouse the girl mentioned just now.
The warehouse mainly stores some exhibits that are not on display, as well as high-quality imitations that are used instead.
Two staff members were counting a batch of calligraphy and paintings in the warehouse. The older woman held a bunch of labels in her hands and talked to another person in a low voice: "I asked why there was a missing picture. I searched for a long time and couldn't find it. It turned out to be labels.
It was posted incorrectly. You must not make the same mistake next time and be more careful when doing things..."
The footsteps of Qu Mingcong and He Qile interrupted their conversation.
The woman known as Sister Wang looked over with a frown and found two unfamiliar faces, with suspicious expressions on their faces.
"Hello, we are here for investigation." Qu Mingcong waved his invitation card again and asked the two of them, "The access control records of how many times Miss Ding Na entered and exited the fourth floor on the night of the accident, but the camera in the elevator did not capture it.
When it comes to her, we currently speculate that the reason is that she took the stairs to the third floor. If it is convenient, I would like to ask what things are on the third floor and why she frequently went downstairs to the third floor that night."
The two staff members looked at each other.
"...It should be the warehouse, right?"
"Well, she often comes to the warehouse to get things."