Ding Zhaolin held an investigation with a million-dollar reward and solicited his wife's opinions.
Mrs. Ding agreed at first, firstly because she couldn't accept her daughter's death and wanted to find out more about it, and secondly because rumors were flying around after the incident.
The dirtier and filthy it is, the more people like to talk about it. Ding Zhaolin's reputation has been stained throughout his life, and it is human nature to want to clean up his dirty name.
But after rounds of investigations, constant disappointment and anger, she was really tired...
Tired, confused, confused... She even began to believe in the theory of gods and ghosts, and suspected that there really was a ghost living in the museum as rumored, specializing in killing people in the middle of the night, so her daughter died in an unknown manner.
But Qu Mingcong found a can, and he said that the crying came from the can.
Since someone is playing tricks in the museum, could her daughter's death be related to that person?
In this life, people will encounter many things, and not everything can have a clear and definite answer. Some people get over it in a daze, while some people get stuck in their throats.
Mrs. Ding is the latter.
She neither understood it nor had the ability to end it. Ding Zhaolin said that there would only be two more rounds at most. The time limit for one round of investigation was two weeks, and for two more rounds, it would be four weeks.
One month... She has already endured it for more than a year. It doesn't seem to matter if she endures it for another month, so just wait, wait...
Things will eventually pass, and she shouldn't let herself get stuck in pain and anger.
Mrs. Ding closed her eyes tiredly, thinking that maybe she should see a psychiatrist so that she shouldn't have those evil thoughts.
Ding Zhaolin didn't know the complicated thoughts in her heart, so he whispered: "Are you sleepy... Go to sleep for a while, I will wake you up for dinner later."
Then he helped his wife tuck the quilt in naturally.
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When Qu Mingcong and Mei Chao arrived in Linlan, they first checked in at the Express Hotel.
Although this place is just a small town near Qingjiang City, it is quite famous because of its antique features. Tourists from other places often come here and there are many hotels.
Mei Chao booked two ordinary standard rooms. Each standard room has two beds, which is enough for three people.
But sharing a room was very inconvenient for Qu Mingcong. Just as he was about to ask for another room, He Qile beside him hesitated and said: "Um...is there any room available?"
"Huh?" Mei Chao was stunned and asked He Qile, "Do you want to book another room?"
"Well..." He Qile replied with a blushing face, "I have a few friends locally...well, they might stay with me for two days, so..."
"Oh, that's right..." Mei Chao nodded suddenly, and then cast a sympathetic look at Qu Mingcong.
He probably felt that it was not easy for Qu Mingcong to help his relatives with their children. He said he was here to be an assistant, but in fact he was just out to hang out with his classmates and friends.
Qu Mingcong twitched the corners of his mouth inaudibly.
What kind of friend is he? He is more like a bodyguard. Director Xiang pays close attention to He Qile, so of course he is not worried about letting He Qile travel alone. Forget it, it is better to follow him openly than to follow him secretly.
He Qile said to the lady at the front desk of the hotel: "Please book another room, one next to the other."
"Your rooms are 603 and 604. Both the front and back rooms are full, there are no rooms next to each other." The front desk lady said, "There are two rooms next to each other on the fifth floor. Do you want them?"
"Ah..." He Qile subconsciously turned his head and glanced at Qu Mingcong, looking troubled.
"Some people book hotels online, please hurry up, otherwise the two rooms on the fifth floor will be gone later," the front desk urged.
"Well, then I want two rooms on the fifth floor!" He Qile said quickly.
"Do I need to book a room on the sixth floor?" the front desk lady asked again.
Qu Mingcong said: "There is no need to retreat."
He looked back at Mei Chao and explained: "I like to talk in my sleep at night, so let's live in a room alone so as not to disturb you."
"Okay..." Mei Chao agreed vaguely, feeling something was strange.
Three people booked four twin rooms.
Qu Mingcong dragged his suitcase to his room, closed the door and began to sort out the items in the suitcase.
First he took off the Bluetooth headset he had been wearing all the way, and then connected every electronic device to the hotel's wifi. He brought a mobile phone projector, which is small and easy to carry. After setting it up, he can project the images on the mobile phone onto the wall.
superior.
I bought a new projector before I came here. I studied the manual for a few minutes and quickly set it up. Then I tried playing a movie clip and the effect was pretty good.
Qu Mingcong worked around and found that the room was surprisingly quiet.
As usual, once he was alone, the person on the phone would have started chatting.
Qu Mingcong opened the Sweetheart Lover app and found that his "lover" was not there. He called up the background program on his phone and found that a reading app was running. He clicked on it to check. The phone screen was densely packed with words and the pages were turning automatically.
"What are you looking at?" Qu Mingcong asked.
The page turning stopped, and the mobile phone program quickly switched to Sweet Lover. Xiao Qiao, wearing the fashion in the new suit, glared at Qu Mingcong: "You scared me!"
Qu Mingcong said: "Please cooperate and I will adjust the size."
He clamped the phone on the desktop stand, walked to the wall and compared the size of Xiao Qiao in the projection, then walked back and continued to adjust the parameters until her projection was close to the real proportions.
Xiao Qiao asked curiously: "Why did you buy this thing?"
"Bought it for fun." Qu Mingcong replied casually, picked up his phone and took a photo of the two of them.
The effect is not very good, maybe because the light during the day is too bright, the projected image looks very shallow in the photo, and the style of the two people's clothes is also incompatible.
Qu Mingcong lowered his head and sat on the bed, looking through the fashion gift bags he had bought. He remembered that he had bought several modern clothes.
Xiao Qiao is not very interested in projection. Anyway, no matter where it is projected, she can only see the outside world through the camera.
"I was reading Ding Zhaolin's autobiography just now, and I didn't expect that the old man's writing style was quite good. I couldn't stop reading it," Xiao Qiao sighed, "Educated people are just different, and I suddenly had a filter for him.
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"Really? What did he write in his autobiography?" Qu Mingcong found a piece of modern clothing in the panel warehouse, clicked "Change", and the lover in the game scene instantly changed into a new set of clothes.
Xiao Qiao was stunned, "Why are you changing clothes all of a sudden?"
"Try the effect. The fairy-tale style from before was too exaggerated." Qu Mingcong chose another set, clicked his finger to change the outfit, and asked, "Twirl around and let me see. Why did you suddenly read his autobiography?"
She walked around in a circle in her new dress, "...I felt bored in the car and started watching. He is quite interesting. He obviously cherishes his reputation, but he married a wife who is twenty years younger than me. I feel sad
I thought, isn't he afraid of others gossiping? Later, after reading his autobiography, I found out that when he and his wife met, his wife was in poor health and even the wedding was held in a wheelchair. News reports about him at the same time
There are almost no negative things. They all praise him for being affectionate and loyal, and never leaving his wife who is seriously ill. Gee, do you think there can really be love between two people with such a big age difference?"
Qu Mingcong couldn't choose clothes he was satisfied with, so he simply spent money to buy a new one. He changed the outfit with one click and thought: "This one is okay, but the hairstyle is a bit mismatched."
"Hey!" Xiao Qiao stomped her feet unhappy, "Are you listening to what I'm saying?!"