They had no idea what was going through those people's minds. No ordinary person could understand it.
In short, they were just a little strange.
Qiang Zi was speechless.
What was there to spar over?
One was a forensic examiner, and the other was a psychological profiler. What could they possibly spar over?
Could they really be competing to see who had the stronger mental resilience?
When she looked up and saw her entering through the door, Du Muhan said blandly and mockingly, "I thought you'd crawled back into your hole."
Su Qiao: "..."
Did this guy want her to stitch his mouth shut with a needle?
Her gaze swept just as blandly over his lower body, and Su Qiao sneered. "Crawl back in? That's not something only you can do, is it?"
"..." Du Muhan was instantly rendered speechless.
This woman... this woman...
Did this woman have no shame? She didn't seem like a woman at all.
"Focus. Don't crash and burn on the spot, or that'll be hilarious."
After throwing back a taunt without backing down, Su Qiao turned around and prepared to look around the autopsy room she had never visited before.
But then...
She realized that she had somehow activated the "Truth-telling" skill.
"Tss."
After a sharp gasp, the sound of a scalpel hitting the floor immediately followed.
Sensing that something was wrong, Su Qiao reflexively turned around and hurried over.
"What happened?"
Du Muhan stared at the wound on his finger as blood began to seep out. His expression was extremely grim.
He had actually been injured?
He had actually cut his hand while performing an autopsy?
Su Qiao saw that the medical glove on his hand had torn. Blood kept gushing from his thumb, and soon a small pool had dripped onto the floor.