Qu Mingcong had a good memory and immediately remembered that he had seen the exact same can in the security room.
"Orange soda?" He Qile looked at the can in his hand and couldn't help but frown, "It's so dirty..."
Qu Mingcong glanced at him and said nothing. He placed the can on the sink, turned on the faucet, washed his hands slowly, then took out disposable paper towels and ziplock bags from his backpack, wrapped the cans and put them in the ziplock bags.
.
He didn't throw away the can, but took it seriously and put it away.
Seeing this, He Qile couldn't help but ask: "Is this considered physical evidence? Is it related to Ding Na's death?"
"It may not be relevant, but you can pay attention to it." Qu Mingcong wiped his hands, picked up his backpack and walked out of the toilet. "Someone deliberately drilled a few holes in the can and then got it stuck in the ventilation duct of the fourth-floor toilet. Whenever you encounter
On windy weather, the airflow passing through the cans will create an effect similar to crying. The specific purpose is unknown, maybe it is a prank, maybe it has ulterior motives, maybe... it was ordered by someone."
"Instigated by someone?" He Qile was stunned for a moment, then chased after him and asked, "Why do you have such a suspicion? Do you already have a suspect?"
Qu Mingcong walked toward the elevator with his bag on his back and turned off the lights in the aisle. "...The urban legend of the crying girl appeared in the museum, attracting many young people to come and see the exhibition. From a profit perspective, Ding Zhaolin is the most valuable
Motives for people who do this.”
"Ah..." He Qile was confused, "Just to attract everyone to come see the exhibition?"
Is it necessary to do this?
If it was just for marketing, there should be many ways, right? For example, advertising or something... He Qile still had an impression of the last time they met. He felt that Ding Zhaolin was an old gentleman who was knowledgeable, rich, fashionable, and decent. How could he do this?
A trick to trick people?
Ding--
The elevator door opened.
Qu Mingcong walked into the elevator, pressed the ① button, and said calmly: "I'm just guessing, because I saw the same can at the security guard's place. This brand of drink is a few years old, and few people drink it now, so it's not that common. The security guard's
The suspicion is high, but I can't imagine what benefit a security guard would gain by doing such a thing."
He Qile understood.
The security guard patrols every night, so there are plenty of opportunities to do this, but the security guard has no motive. If it was Ding Zhaolin's private order, then everything would make sense.
But He Qile is still hard to understand, because he thinks that although the legend of the crying girl will attract tourists to the museum, it may also cause some tourists to be unwilling to come - for example, if he knows that a place is haunted, he will never go
of!
Just as I was thinking this, a strange cry suddenly came from my ears again——
"Woo... Wuwu..."
He Qile's face turned pale instantly, and he almost subconsciously grabbed Qu Mingcong's arm! His lips trembled: "It happened again, it happened again!"
"..." Qu Mingcong was silent, looking down at his mobile phone.
He Qile's legs and feet were weak and his tongue was tied, "No, no, have you already taken away the can? How can you still hear..."
Qu Mingcong's mood at the moment was complicated.
He took the hand that He Qile was clinging to, pulled it away with force, and explained expressionlessly: "Sorry, it was my cell phone just now."
"...Mobile phone?" He Qile looked shocked.
Qu Mingcong nodded and casually made up a reason: "I was recording a piece upstairs and I accidentally pressed the play button just now."
At this time, the elevator reaches the first floor.
Qu Mingcong walked out of the elevator calmly and said as he walked: "Today's investigation is over. You should go back and rest. Tomorrow is Saturday. Remember to meet at the museum."
He Qile followed him out of the museum in a daze.
…
It snowed lightly at night, falling sparsely on the ground and quickly disappearing.
He Qile lowered his neck and got into the car. The car started the engine, and he and his bodyguards disappeared into the cold night.
Qu Mingcong stood on the side of the road and watched for a while, then brushed off the fine snow on his body and said casually: "Don't do that next time. You scared me just now."
Mobile phone: "Pfft!~Hahahahahahaha..."
"What a bad idea." He scolded in a low voice, but there was a smile on his lips.
"He is too courageous! Hahahaha!" Xiao Qiao kept laughing on the phone.
Qu Mingcong walked to his motorcycle, swept away the snow on it with his gloves, and replied lazily: "I don't know how the research institute raised him. It's rare for children of this age to be so innocent."
Xiao Qiao said: "Today is really interesting! Let's play again tomorrow? Use that can to deceive the security guard! Hehe~"
"Well, you can deceive the security guard first," Qu Mingcong rode on his motorcycle and squinted his eyes in the cold wind, "...and then deceive Ding Zhaolin."
Xiao Qiao became more and more excited after hearing this, "Yes, yes! ~ Hahahaha!"
Then he added: "If Ding Zhaolin often stays in the office at night, it is impossible that he has not heard the cry, ah! Maybe Ding Na has heard it too? This family is really interesting!"
"It's possible." Qu Mingcong said thoughtfully, "If I ask tomorrow, I should know what's going on."
He turned the handle of the car and went home in the dark.
The snow fell heavier and heavier along the way, turning from tiny snow particles into six clearly visible petals.
The night, as thick as ink, was dyed white, and his vision was blurred. Qu Mingcong was forced to slow down.
It's too cold.
He exhaled and regretted again not asking Wang Wei to borrow the car.
Xiao Qiao suddenly said on the phone: "Qu Mingcong, so romantic~"
Qu Mingcong was slightly startled. He raised his gaze slightly and looked at the snow falling in the sky covering the world. After a moment, he chuckled and said, "...Well, it's very romantic."
"It's such a nice weather," she said with a smile, looking as childish as a little girl.
Qu Mingcong moved his almost frozen fingers and echoed her: "Yes."
…………
…
It was a sunny day on Saturday, the ground was slightly moist, and the snow last night left no trace.
Qu Mingcong had just arrived at the museum and saw Cao Xiuwen and Mei Chao standing outside the gate, so he stepped forward and said hello.
"It seems that I am not the last, only Pan Fang is behind." Qu Mingcong asked with a smile, "Should we go in first, or should we wait for him here?"
"I guess there's a traffic jam." Cao Xiuwen raised his wrist and looked at the time, asking Mei Chao for Qu Mingcong's opinion, "Shall we go in first?"
Mei Chao smiled and said, "I have no objection."
Qu Mingcong looked in the direction of the security room and found that the security guard was not on duty today. It seemed that he could only wait until next time to deceive the other party.
"I have no objection either." Qu Mingcong said.
"Then let's go in." Cao Xiuwen took out his handbag, took out his mobile phone with the other hand, and called Ding Zhaolin's assistant.
The three of them went to the tea room where they last met.
Ding Zhaolin was not seen, but the assistant had thoughtfully prepared tea.
"You three, sit here for a while. When Mr. Pan arrives, we can set off." The assistant said with a warm smile.
Mei Chao asked curiously: "Are you going to Mr. Ding's house?"
He remembered that Ding Zhaolin had mentioned that when the investigation progressed for a week, he would invite them to his home and introduce Mrs. Ding to them.
"Yes." The assistant nodded, "Mr. Ding has a house in the western suburbs. The environment there is good and suitable for Mrs. Ding to recuperate. Although it is a bit far, don't worry, we will arrange a vehicle to pick her up."
As soon as he finished speaking, the door of the tea room was pushed open, and Pan Fang walked in panting, "Sorry, I'm late."
Mei Chao frowned and said with a smile: "Now that everyone is here, we can set off."