Ding Zhaolin has many properties in Qingjiang City. One of the houses is built on the edge of the lake in the western suburbs. It is a lake-view villa. Unfortunately, it is winter. If the weather is warm, the scenery here will be quite good.
After Qu Mingcong arrived, he sent He Qile his location.
I don’t know if I was too frightened last night, but He Qile not only didn’t come today, I didn’t even answer the phone.
Qu Mingcong gave up hope for the child and did not contact him again after sending his location.
The driver parked the car outside the gray-white courtyard wall, and a group of people got out of the car one after another.
Looking up, I see a very typical Huizhou courtyard villa in front of me. Through the courtyard wall, I can see the sprouting thin bamboos and a few bare plum branches.
The assistant led a few people into the courtyard. The courtyard is paved with square stone bricks and has a rockery and bamboo forest. The design tends to be classical, but the building architecture is mixed with Western aesthetic tastes, such as wide and large floor-to-ceiling glass walls.
Through the glass wall, you can see that there are complete sets of mahogany furniture in the room. There are flowers and food on one of the round tables. The maid is placing tableware in an orderly manner on the table, and it seems that she is making final preparations for lunch.
Ding Zhaolin stood on the terrace on the second floor. When he saw everyone had arrived, he smiled at them and nodded as a greeting, then went downstairs to greet them.
Qu Mingcong thought he would talk about the case after dinner, but Ding Zhaolin said he could talk while eating.
He didn't quite understand. During the meal, he was talking about how someone's daughter died. Are you sure he could still eat it?
The dinner table was a Chinese round table. Qu Mingcong, Pan Fang, Cao Xiuwen and Mei Chao sat down around the table and spontaneously gave up the seat of honor to Ding Zhaolin.
After Ding Zhaolin sat down, the assistant also took the opportunity to sit down on the right side of Ding Zhaolin.
"Eat, don't be polite." Ding Zhaolin said with a slight smile, "There are only a few people in the family, and the meals are simple. Today I specially invited a master chef to cook. Please eat more."
"It cost you money." Mei Chao took the initiative to greet him.
"You should, you have worked hard running around to investigate." Ding Zhaolin looked at each of their faces and asked with a smile, "Who should start first?"
"I'll go first." Mei Chao smiled sheepishly, "I've found very few clues. Let's finish talking and have dinner early."
Ding Zhaolin laughed and said, "Okay, then we will eat and listen to your report on the progress of the investigation."
Qu Mingcong silently glanced towards the stairs, but never saw Mrs. Ding. He was a little confused and a little curious.
What role will Mrs. Ding play in this bounty investigation?
Mei Chao, who was sitting next to him, took out his tablet computer from his backpack, showed off the recently found information, and then cleared his throat——
The others tacitly agreed not to use their chopsticks, preparing to wait for Mei Chao to start before finding an opportunity to eat.
"My investigation is divided into two parts. One is to interview the internal staff of the museum, and the other is to analyze Miss Ding Na's online account during her lifetime." Mei Chao compared the records and said slowly, "According to the memory of the staff,
It didn't rain or wind that night, and since it was the summer vacation in August, the weather was relatively hot. When the air conditioner was on indoors, there was no possibility of opening the windows, so I thought that the fall incident that night was
It was probably not an accident, but Ms. Ding Na made the decision to commit suicide under accumulated pressure."
"Pressure accumulation?" Ding Zhaolin slowly unfolded the paper handkerchief on the table and gently wiped the chicken wing wooden chopsticks like an old-school gentleman. "...How did you come to this conclusion?"
Mei Chao explained: "Because I found that the posting frequency of Miss Ding Na's social account has been very stable. Most of the time, she posts once a day or two, and the longest does not exceed three days. However, there was a long time before her accident.
There are no updates. Generally speaking, if young people who are used to updating their status online have not updated their status for a long time, there are only two possibilities. One is that they are too busy in real life, and the other is that they have suffered a major blow and are emotionally trapped.
Not in the mood to update my status."
Mei Chao looked at the others and then said: "I found out that she went to Linlan County not far from Qingjiang City during that time, so in the next week, I will go to Linlan County, hoping to investigate there
Come up with more clues.”
"Linlan County..." Ding Zhaolin said thoughtfully, "I have several factories there, and Nana really likes to run there."
He looked up and saw everyone else looking at him and smiled, "Let's all eat. Let's eat. Let's chat while we eat."
Qu Mingcong was impatient with the politeness and politeness at the dinner table, so he was the first to pick up his chopsticks. Seeing this, the others also picked up their chopsticks to pick up the food.
Qu Mingcong turned to Mei Chao and asked: "How are you going to Linlan County?"
"Oh, there's no high-speed rail there, so I plan to drive there by myself." Mei Chao replied, "It's not too far away, and the drive only takes two hours."
"I'm also planning to go to Linlan County next week. Why don't we go together? I can be responsible for driving." Qu Mingcong suggested.
After hearing this, Mei Chao immediately agreed: "Brother Ming is very skilled and experienced. It would be great if I could go with you. I heard that there are a lot of scammers over there, and there is one that specializes in making pig-killing plates."
"If you go there, you probably won't encounter them." Ding Zhaolin said with a smile, "Because several large tombs have been excavated around Linlan County, and it is also one of the largest production bases for antique handicrafts in the country. Many people like it.
I went to Linlan County to pick up the leaks, so there were more scammers."
Pan Fang asked curiously: "Is there no genuine product? My friend bought the bracelet there."
The smile in Ding Zhaolin's eyes deepened, "Whether you can buy the genuine product depends on your personal taste."
Cao Xiuwen said to Pan Fang half-jokingly: "If you are worried about buying fakes, you can ask Mr. Ding to help you. No matter what era or model, I guess you can't hide it from Mr. Ding's eyes."
"I don't dare to take it seriously. Even I will inevitably make mistakes sometimes." Ding Zhaolin said a few words modestly, and then asked, "Who will introduce the progress of the investigation next?"
"I'll do it." Pan Fang smiled at Ding Zhaolin, "I agree with the police's conclusion that he died by accident. I have been doing this for several years and have seen all kinds of accidents. This kind of person fell downstairs in the middle of the night.
I’ve seen a few cases accidentally, so it’s not too unusual.”
"But it was summer and the air conditioner was on, so it was impossible to open the windows." Mei Chao couldn't help but retort.
Pan Fang nodded, "Yes, according to common sense, you don't open the windows when turning on the air conditioner, but various coincidences will appear in many bizarre accidents. Let's not forget that Ding Na was in the studio that night
What to do, restore cultural relics, or imitate cultural relics, right? In other words, in addition to various jars, there are also many production materials in that studio, such as calcium hydroxide, a white powder with fine particles——"
He made a throwing motion with one hand, and said with half conjecture and half conjecture: "Is it possible... this kind of powder was spilled, which made Dina's eyes blurred. In desperation, she wanted to open the window and let the concentration in the air become too high.
The dust was blown away, but because I couldn't open my eyes and couldn't touch the window handle, I climbed up on the table, then lost my footing and fell. The broken jar on the ground that the security guard saw was also dropped at that time."
"Ah..." Mei Chao said thoughtfully, "It seems that there is indeed such a possibility."
Qu Mingcong hesitated to speak, thinking it would be better to speak last. He turned to ask Cao Xiuwen: "What do you think? Suicide, or an accident?"
Cao Xiuwen smiled politely and adjusted his glasses frame, "I think... is it possible that he was murdered?"