Du Muhan suddenly felt that this man was completely unnecessary, so he cut him off directly. "I'll give you the autopsy report in half an hour, but the identification reports for some items will take a little longer."
"Okay." Tao Junhui had no reason to stay any longer. Of course, his thoughts were a little muddled right now, and he didn't want to linger either.
"Then... then you two carry on. I'll go get to work too."
When he reached the door, he suddenly stopped. "Oh, right, Xiao Qiao, the meeting's starting soon. Come over too!"
"Sure. I'll be there in a moment."
After Tao Junhui left, she slapped Du Muhan on the shoulder. "I didn't know you had such a talent for acting. Not bad."
Du Muhan was very modest. "I was just treating it as a job."
"What do you mean?" Su Qiao inexplicably felt that something was off about his expression.
Du Muhan answered with complete honesty. "Once I imagined you as the corpse on my table, I felt much more natural."
Su Qiao's face went completely dark.
She planted her hands on her hips and glared at him. "Are you asking for a beating?"
Du Muhan hurriedly took a step back and looked at her innocently. "Didn't you tell me to imagine you as the thing I liked most?"
What he liked most was corpses.
He was the most relaxed when he was looking at a corpse.
"You're still saying that?"
"Can't you think of something else?"
Su Qiao really wanted to give him a good whack on the head and see if she could knock some sense into him.
"Something else?" Du Muhan actually began thinking about it seriously.
"For example, delicious food and drinks, wine, cute little animals, or trinkets you like."
Anything would