When taking out the can, Qu Mingcong carefully observed Ding Zhaolin's expression.
I don't know if the other party's psychological quality is too good, or if this matter really has nothing to do with Ding Zhaolin, but in short, he didn't see anything strange on Ding Zhaolin's face.
"Brother Ming, is there anything wrong with this can?" Mei Chao glanced at it curiously.
It seems that no matter how ordinary things are, once they are put into this kind of ziplock bag, they become special.
Qu Mingcong didn't sell it, and said bluntly: "I went to the museum at night and heard a suspicious cry. I thought of the legend of a crying woman circulating in the museum, so I wanted to check it out. Then I found this in the men's restroom on the fourth floor of the East Building.
Cans.”
He picked up a corner of the ziplock bag with one hand so that everyone present could see it more clearly.
"It was drilled and fixed in the ventilation duct of the toilet. Whenever it encounters windy weather, it will make a sound similar to that of a woman crying. I am not sure what the purpose of the person who did this is." Qu Mingcong said calmly.
He said, "Maybe it's just a prank."
"It turns out that the sound was made by the can..." Ding Zhaolin suddenly realized, and then said doubtfully, "I wonder who deliberately did this kind of thing in the museum. Is it to affect the museum's business? But the night show exhibition is owned by the museum.
It only accounts for a very small part of the business.”
Qu Mingcong immediately asked him: "Have you heard that cry too?"
"Of course," Ding Zhaolin nodded, "not only I have heard it, but many of my employees here have heard it. At first, it was just an ordinary rumor. I thought there was a problem with the decoration quality, so I hired a decoration worker to make rectifications, but the effect was not great.
Then I gradually got used to it.”
Ding Zhaolin recalled slowly and said: "I don't know when the tone of voice started to change and became like a woman's cry. We are used to hearing it and didn't pay much attention to it. We just thought it was the sound naturally formed by the ventilation ducts. Today we just heard it."
I knew there was something fishy going on here."
Qu Mingcong said: "Only museum insiders can enter the men's restroom on the fourth floor. I will ask my friends at the police station to check the fingerprints left on it."
"Okay, I'll trouble you, Mr. Qu." Ding Zhaolin nodded and replied.
Ding Zhaolin's attitude was very calm, and Qu Mingcong could not see the slightest hint of guilt or panic on his face.
Pan Fang, who was next to him, asked: "The legend of the crying girl in the museum has been circulating for at least a year. This can must have been in the ventilation duct for more than a year. Can the fingerprints still be found after such a long time?"
"It depends on your luck." Qu Mingcong said, "The props are so rough, I guess they won't be rigorous enough to wipe off fingerprints, and when drilling, they will probably leave fingerprints on the inside of the can. This blind spot avoids wind, rain, and dust.
There are much fewer on the outside, so the probability of detection is high."
He looked at Ding Zhaolin again and asked: "Mr. Ding, has there been any theft in the museum? If there is a record of a crime report, it would be more legitimate for me to apply for a fingerprint check."
If not, he would go to an acquaintance for help...
"Twice." Ding Zhaolin replied, "The security system has been upgraded this year, and the monitoring range has been fully covered. There has been no theft incident yet."
"As long as you have it before." Qu Mingcong picked up the ziplock bag containing the can and put it back in his backpack.
Ding Zhaolin asked: "Mr. Qu, do you have any other clues to share with us?"
"Oh, my investigation results are similar to Pan Fang's, but whether Miss Ding Na died of suicide or an accident, I will reserve my own opinion for the time being." Qu Mingcong turned to look at Mei Chao, "After Mei Chao and I go to Linlan County next week
, and then submit the final investigation report.”
Ding Zhaolin nodded, withdrew his gaze, and said slowly: "I have almost understood the progress of everyone's investigation. Let's sit down. Nana's mother will come downstairs to meet you in a while. Regarding Nana, you can talk about it again.
Learn more about it.”
"Then excuse me." Mei Chao said with a smile.
Everyone ate this meal with little interest. After all, the topic of conversation involved the life and death of a young girl. No matter what, one should not show a good appetite.
After the meal, everyone sat in the spacious living room, the maid served tea, and Ding Zhaolin left the villa after greeting them a few words, leaving only his assistant.
This is normal. A person of Ding Zhaolin's status will naturally not accompany them all the time as a few little-known detectives.
The assistant probably didn't come here often, so he asked the maid in a strange tone: "When will Madam come downstairs?"
The maid replied: "Madam takes a short nap after lunch every day, and goes downstairs when she wakes up."
The assistant asked again: "About what time?"
The maid smiled apologetically, "I'm not sure. Sometimes I wake up after a short sleep, and sometimes I sleep for two hours... Why don't you guys take a look around first? There is a reception room on the first floor, a sunflower room, and there is billiards in the basement.
You can have fun at any table, but don't go upstairs. Madam doesn't like to be disturbed when she is resting."
When Pan Fang heard that there was a pool table, he immediately became addicted. He looked at the other people and asked, "How about we go down and play a few shots?"
"Okay." Cao Xiuwen immediately agreed.
Mei Chao smiled and said: "Then let me go to the reception room. I just took a look at the door. There are many books and antiques inside."
Qu Mingcong followed his words and said, "I'm going to the greenhouse to see what flowers can bloom in winter."
The four of them made arrangements and dispersed.
In fact, Qu Mingcong was not interested in the flowers in the flower room. He simply needed a space to be alone and avoid the other three people.
However, the scene in the greenhouse still surprised him a little.
Unexpectedly desolate.
Qu Mingcong just went to the Botanical Garden to see the flower show a few days ago. He knew that there are many varieties that can bloom in winter, and the sunroom of Ding Zhaolin's house looked large in scale and well-equipped. Unexpectedly, a large area of garden land was left uncultivated and there was nothing.
No seeds.
There are only some sparse and unknown green leafy plants growing in the corners.
He couldn't help but think: Maybe it was because the death of his daughter was a huge blow to Mrs. Ding that she was not in the mood to take care of the greenhouse?
...But don’t we have servants at home? If rich people like them want to see flowers, why do they need to do it themselves?
He walked in doubtfully, squatted down in front of a clump of weeds, pretended to appreciate it, and murmured in a low voice: "There is not a single flower."
"These are catnip, right?" Xiao Qiao said on the phone.
"Do you know her?" Qu Mingcong reached out and plucked the grass leaves, "Maybe Mrs. Ding has a cat on the second floor."
"It's understandable that after my daughter died, I kept a pet to express my feelings." Xiao Qiao said indifferently, "But Ding Zhaolin's behavior was very abnormal. He investigated the cause of his daughter's death with such great fanfare. Although he was not his biological daughter, he had lived with her for seven years.
For eight years, he has shown no humanity at all."
Qu Mingcong said in a low voice: "I was also suspicious of Ding Zhaolin, but you also saw that when the can was taken out, Ding Zhaolin was as surprised as everyone else. It didn't look like a show."
"Ding Zhaolin..." Xiao Qiao thought thoughtfully, "Hey, don't you think that Ding Zhaolin doesn't seem to care much about the results of the investigation?"
"Why do you say that?" Qu Mingcong asked.
"Think carefully," Xiao Qiao reminded him, "after you took out the can, although Ding Zhaolin was surprised, he didn't show much interest. On the contrary, when Cao Xiuwen said those baseless speculations, he showed great interest.
It looks strange, isn't it? The can can only be done by insiders. As the owner of the museum, shouldn't he be eager to find out this insider? Why is he interested in a story full of slander?
"
As she was talking, she suddenly stopped, "Ah..."
"What's wrong?" Qu Mingcong was slightly stunned, "What did you think of?"
"Story..." Xiao Qiao's eyes lit up and he suddenly became energetic, "I know, what Ding Zhaolin is really interested in is not the truth, but the story."