Blessed To Have Each Other In This Life

Qu Mingjun found the surveillance video folder inside Chaomen, picked out the record of November 2nd, and clicked to play it.

I watched it back and forth twice, and found no abnormalities. The video image was as calm as a still painting.

Mu Zi frowned, and said, "Make a copy of each of the Chaowai and Chaoin videos. Take it back and watch it again."

It seems that it can only be so.

The two left the security office and met a factory worker when they came out. Qu Mingjun walked over to say hello politely.

"Excuse me, on the 2nd of this month, did you see a black car passing by here?"

"I don't know. No. 2 didn't start work. When will we come to the factory when we are alive." The worker replied with a foreign accent.

Mu Zi thought for a while and asked him: "Do you usually live a lot in the factory?"

"It turned out to be okay, but not now. It would be nice to be able to start two or three times a week..." The workers babbled and complained to them, "The salary hasn't been paid for a long time, and the boss is dead. I don't want to do it. Many workers I went to work in another house."

After learning that Qu Mingjun was a lawyer, the workers became more enthusiastic, and they took the initiative to ask Qu Mingjun how to sue the boss for arrears of wages.

While the two were chatting, Mu Zi went around the factory.

The factory is not too big, there are two large workshops, and the roar of machinery is constant. It seems that today should be started, but there are very few workers. Mu Zi only saw seven or eight.

If it is in an unstarted state, such a desolate place, it would be impossible to find an eyewitness.

Mu Zi and Qu Mingjun left the factory, and the two drove along Fuxing Road. At the end of Fuxing Road, it was another main road, extending in all directions. They had no direction for a while and had to go back home.

On the way, Mu Zi lowered his head and continued to watch No. 2 surveillance video.

Qu Mingjun talked to her as he drove: "This factory lives on foreign trade orders. When there are no orders, the factory does not start work and there are no people. Usually only the security guards are here... But I don't think the security guards are reliable. It's completely messing around, without any vigilance."

Mu Zi watched the video with his eyes, and replied without raising his head: "Probably because there is nothing worth stealing in the factory. I think the warehouse is empty..."

"Yes." Qu Mingjun sighed, "I found nothing today. The court will be held on Friday."

Moreover, because the nature of the case is very bad and the trial is open, many media professionals will be present at that time.

Qu Mingjun felt distressed just thinking about it.

What should I do……

"Xiao Ming, what do you think this is?" Mu Zi lifted the tablet up and let him watch it.

Qu Mingjun slowed down and glanced.

"what?"

Mu Zi tapped his finger on the screen again, "Look here."

Qu Mingjun suspiciously, simply parked the car to the side of the road, and stared at the computer carefully.

"Uh... it's dust? The gravel on the ground..." Qu Mingjun looked up at Mu Zi, puzzled, "Is there something wrong here?"

When Mu Zi clicked the play button, he could see that in the video, a layer of sand was lightly raised, and the gravel was rolling a few times on the ground inaudible.

But it was really too small. The picture was originally rough, and the stone was so small that there were only one or two pixels left. Qu Mingjun didn't know how she noticed it.

"...And then?" He still didn't understand, "the dust on the ground is flying, what does it mean?"

"Maybe a car passing by, raising the dust?" Mu Zi murmured.

Qu Mingjun frowned: "It may also be windy."

The video that Mu Zi watched was of the factory's gate facing inward, and the shooting range was just outside the highway, without seeing the situation on the highway.