"Public is public, private is private. We are having a meeting to discuss the case."
Du Muhan pursed her lips tightly and did not reply.
"What's wrong with you?" Su Qiao felt something was wrong with his expression.
Since he was in the conference room just now, his aura has been a bit unstable and his mood has been a bit depressed, although on the surface, he still looks taciturn.
Du Muhan stared at her for a while. "Nothing, I'll get the toolbox."
"Wait a minute." This guy, obviously worried, still said it was nothing.
Su Qiao threw down the briefcase, walked over and reached out to hold his chin, looking around carefully. "You don't look good. Did you not sleep well last night?"
Pull her hand down,
Su Qiao frowned and looked at him.
Du Muhan paused for a moment, grabbed her hand helplessly, and held it in his hand. "I just remembered some things from the past, but there's nothing wrong with me now."
Since he said it was okay, it should be okay. Su Qiao didn't hesitate anymore, "Hurry and get the tool box."
"Okay." Du Muhan smiled and touched her head, "Wait for me, take my car, I'm very fast."
When we came back from outside, it was already dark, but because the matter was urgent, everyone ate some fast food in the office and sat in the conference room again.
During this trip, Art Gallery of Sun Zhihao was basically confirmed to be the location of the murder.
Sun Zhihao Art Gallery There is Underground Room, where he stores some of the materials he usually uses for painting, as well as many unfinished works that he felt dissatisfied with after half of the painting.
Although the inside had been deliberately cleaned up, and no traces of blood or the like were left behind, there were still traces of some people struggling under pressure on the floor and on the walls.
The question now is, who were the two people who were fighting at that time, and whether the female body was Ding Peixin.
More than two hours later, the DNA comparison results came out, and the results were not what they thought.
Ding Peixin's DNA does not match the DNA of the female corpse.
Now everyone was in trouble again.
According to everyone's guess, Xia Xiaolin killed his original wife Ding Peixin in order to gain power, then destroyed the body and wiped out all traces, and then sent a message to Gu Xue to travel to create an alibi. It turned out that they obviously thought too much.
"Who is the one who died? What does it have to do with Sun Zhihao?"
"Anyway, it must be related. We found an empty plastic bucket that already contained Sulfuric Acid in his Art Gallery Underground Room. There was also Dampness-removing Powder there. The composition of the paint on the corpse matched that of his Art Gallery."
It is definitely related to Sun Zhihao, otherwise, it is impossible for the person to appear in his Art Gallery Underground Room.
But now the grandson doesn't know anything about it, and he doesn't have any useful clues.
Su Qiao quickly turned the pen in his hand, looked at Tao Junhui, and suggested. "Compare the DNA of Xia Xiaolin!"
Everyone was surprised.
Xia Xiaolin shouldn't be the murderer?
They had already found a woman who looked like Xia Xiaolin in the surveillance footage, taking a taxi to the train station.
Now, as long as she finds out which train she took that day and her destination, she can follow the clues and catch the person.
Tao Junhui didn't find it too strange, "Why do you think it's Xia Xiaolin?"
Just when Su Qiao was about to speak, Su Xiyan couldn't help but curled his lips and sarcastically said softly, "Oh, among these related people, the only woman left is Xia Xiaolin."
What kind of psychological profiler does it mean to make random guesses and then eliminate them one by one through scientific means?