Su Qiao glanced at him indifferently before explaining, "Don't forget that Xia Xiaolin's age, height, weight, and physical characteristics all match those of the corpse."
"Besides, Xia Xiaolin was a migrant worker, and her family wasn't here. Other than Gu Xue, she didn't have many friends either. Even if she went missing, no one would come looking for her."
"Of course, most importantly, Xia Xiaolin's movements were highly suspicious."
"Logically speaking, she was going on a trip. Even if she had also intended to get an abortion, there was no need for her to be so secretive—she didn't even dare use her real ID card, instead leaving by train with someone else's."
Su Qiao couldn't shake the feeling that something was strange.
If she had been a normal person, after killing someone, she would have gone out openly and tried to create an alibi for herself to clear her name.
Xiao Li hurriedly said, "Doesn't that prove she fled out of guilt?"
Su Qiao nodded. "That's possible too."
Su Xiyan sounded as though she had caught Su Qiao in a contradiction, and her voice rose several octaves. "So aren't you just making wild guesses?"
"So this is what someone who got a doctorate abroad and graduated at the top of her class is like? You rely entirely on guessing? Who couldn't do that?"
Su Qiao couldn't be bothered to respond to her.
She had said the deceased might be Xia Xiaolin for two reasons: intuition, and the fact that Xia Xiaolin having killed Ding Peixin in self-defense made sense as well.
There was a saying: Don't push an honest person too far. Once an honest person fought back, it was terrifying.
Although Ding Peixin was somewhat weak-willed and had always endured and lowered herself in her love life and marriage,