While asking, he glanced around, observing the various utensils stacked in the room.
Among the two staff members, Xiao Wu, the older one, replied: "We take everything, but most of them are porcelain exhibits. Miss Ding is very interested in porcelain, and Mr. Ding specially reserved a room for her in the museum."
When working in the studio, she usually designs her own works here. Sometimes she will use a few pieces of porcelain as a reference. For example, when she wants to make a Yuan Dynasty blue and white piece, she will take several blue and white pieces from the same period to study their shapes and styles.
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Yuan Dynasty blue and white?
Qu Mingcong immediately realized that Ding Na was making an imitation.
"You mean... deliberately making things old to achieve the effect of Yuan Dynasty antiques?" He asked doubtfully, "Is this... her hobby?"
The other party smiled and said, "Well, if the craftsmanship of distressing is exquisite to a certain extent, it is also an art."
Then he added: "But she always forgets to return it. Several times when we checked the warehouse at the end of the month, we found missing items, which made everyone very nervous. Then we found the missing exhibit in her studio, which gave us a false alarm.
Ha...it affects our work a little bit."
Sister Wang next to me said in a cold tone: "If there is a shortage in the warehouse, it is a dereliction of duty for us. Of course we will be nervous. She is a rich lady. It doesn't matter if she loses or smashes her own things."
Qu Mingcong noticed that the person called Sister Wang had a bad tone, which was a bit sinister.
Qu Mingcong nodded while looking at the environment of the studio, "Either suicide or being killed. Anyway, it won't be an accidental fall."
"It wasn't an accidental fall." Qu Mingcong said suddenly.
Qu Mingcong watched the last two staff members go down the elevator, thought for a moment, and turned towards the stairway.
The night wind rushed into the room, and He Qile couldn't help but shrink his neck. He stared at Qu Mingcong's back nervously, "Be careful..."
Xiao Wu replied: "She usually stays in the studio by herself, has little interaction with us, and almost never speaks. However, she sometimes goes to see the masters responsible for the restoration of cultural relics. Oh, by the way, those masters don't do it every day.
They are all in the library. If you want to find out about the situation from them, you have to wait until next month."
Xiao Wu glanced at Sister Wang, and saw that she was looking down at the form in her hand with no intention of answering. He said to Qu Mingcong in a sullen voice: "It's very easy to get along with...Miss Ding Na is very talented in the restoration of cultural relics. At this age,
It is rare to see a child like Miss Ding who is so passionate about ancient cultural relics."
Qu Mingcong pressed the table twice and felt that the quality was okay, so he stretched out his hand to support it, climbed onto the table, then bent down and stepped out of the window, standing on the window sill outside, with only one hand holding on to the inside of the window frame.
The lights in the rooms on the third floor were turned off one after another. When Xiao Wu came out of the archives room, only the elevator room at the end of the corridor was lit on the entire third floor.
Qu Mingcong smiled lightly and said, "This is just the beginning. How can the answer come out so easily? In short, let's deal with the investigation gathering this Saturday first."
Because there is a long, wide wooden table in front of the window, the view is blocked and the situation downstairs cannot be seen.
He was really worried that Qu Mingcong would slip and fall.
Qu Mingcong wrote it down. This news was considered a new clue learned so far.
Even the lights in the corridor on the fourth floor were off. Qu Mingcong used his mobile phone to illuminate, went to Ding Na's studio, found the switch, and turned on the lights in the room.
He Qile suddenly realized, "It's late at night... without turning on the lights, and the girl is standing by the window alone... What happened to her that makes her so confused..."
"Who does she usually have a better relationship with in the museum? Or are there any friends who she has more contact with and are closer to?" Qu Mingcong asked.
Then she pulled the hand trolley with sponge anti-collision stickers at the door into the warehouse, walked to the door and prepared to turn off the lights, "Sorry, we have to lock the door. If there is any problem, please come back tomorrow to investigate."
Qu Mingcong said: "According to the security guard's eyewitness testimony, he said it was too dark at night and things happened too fast, so he couldn't see the expression on Ding Na's face clearly. We can roughly infer that the lights were not turned on in the studio at that time. If Ding Na
Before she fell from the building, she was working on the restoration of cultural relics, and it was impossible for her to work in the dark."
He Qile raised his head, his eyes stung by the light above his head, and immediately lowered his head and closed his eyes.
It was no different from the last time I came here. There were still bottles and jars of different heights on the table, all of which were art that he couldn't appreciate.
He Qile was puzzled and turned to look at the window and then at Qu Mingcong, "Why couldn't it be an accident? If she had been standing on the table with a bottle in her hand, she would have easily lost her balance and fallen."
"Next month?" Qu Mingcong was a little surprised. He thought that 'not in the library every day' meant that he only came two or three days a week. He didn't expect that the time span would go directly to next month.
He walked to the window where Dina fell, raised his hand to open the window, and looked outside.
Xiao Wu stood aside and smiled awkwardly, but did not answer.
He Qile followed obediently, not disturbing his investigation or providing any help.
Qu Mingcong stretched out his hand and gestured, "The size of the window, given her height, she needs to bend down to get out. Unless she can't think about it, I can't think of any reason why a girl would stand outside the window in the middle of the night, and..."
He Qile was stunned for a moment, "...isn't it?"
He pointed to the top of his head.
Qu Mingcong remained calm and continued to ask: "Do you know anything about Ding Na herself? What kind of person is she? Is she easy to get along with?"
Sister Wang turned around and handed the form to Xiao Wu, "Take it to the archives and put it away. Then you can get off work. Don't make the wrong label next time."
He silently exited the warehouse and glanced at Sister Wang out of the corner of his eye, thinking that if he wanted to do this job well, he really needed to be meticulous and meticulous.
After a half-second pause, she whispered again: "Ms. Ding spends more time at the base."
Fortunately, Qu Mingcong only stayed outside the window for a few minutes before returning to the house, closing the window again, and then jumped down from the table.
"The nature of the work is different," Sister Wang frowned and continued, "The museum is mainly responsible for exhibition planning, business cooperation, warehouse management and financial work. The restoration and imitation of exhibits require equipment and space. We in Linlan
The county has a cultural relic imitation base, and several master craftsmen are usually at the base. You can go there and ask."
Qu Mingcong took a look at the dazzling array of exhibits in the warehouse. There were quite a lot of them, but each exhibit was placed in categories. At a glance, there was no chaos at all, and there was a strong sense of order.
He walked to the door and turned off the lights in the studio, feeling that he had almost achieved enough for today.
The two were about to close the door and leave when a soft whimper suddenly came from the end of the corridor.
Qu Mingcong and He Qile paused at the same time, and heard clearly that the sobbing gradually turned into a plaintive cry like a female ghost...
Qu Mingcong raised his arms and saw goosebumps on his skin.
He Qile was very close to him, and his already pale face became even more pale at the moment. He asked Qu Mingcong in a trembling voice: "It seems... like, someone... is crying..."