Tao Junhui accompanied her inside, while Su Xiyan, left outside, looked rather unhappy. However, having suffered a setback over this matter, she said nothing.
After sitting down, Su Qiao merely stared pensively at Sun Zhihao across from her and did not speak right away.
Only when Sun Zhihao began to feel uneasy and impatient under her stare did she say calmly, "Sun Zhihao, the headless female corpse's age, height, and weight all match your wife Ding Peixin's. The victim also seemed to have enjoyed dancing for many years. Don't you have anything to say?"
Sun Zhihao clenched his hands tightly, a trace of panic in his eyes. "Impossible! That couldn't be Peixin! It's impossible, impossible! It couldn't be her..."
Su Qiao continued coldly, "We've already taken your wife's hair for DNA testing. I believe the results will be out soon. At this point, are you still going to cover for that woman?"
Sun Zhihao probably still didn't have the nerve to kill anyone. If he had really been the killer, he wouldn't have used chemical materials from his own art gallery. Wouldn't that obviously leave clues and evidence behind?
"Tell us. What were you doing there on September 20?"
"You'd better think carefully. The person who killed someone, soaked the body in sulfuric acid to destroy its appearance, dismembered it, and even deliberately used the paints and Dampness-removing Powder from your studio was not only vicious and ruthless—he might also have some ulterior motive involving you."
Sun Zhihao's expression turned rather unpleasant. After hesitating for a while, he finally said, "It... it was Xia Xiaolin. She was the one who asked me to go there."
Su Qiao narrowed her eyes. "Xia Xiaolin? Are you sure it was her?"
According to the information on Gu Xue's phone, Xia Xiaolin should have