"Public is public, private is private. We are in a meeting to discuss the case."
Du Muhan pursed his lips tightly and did not reply.
"What's wrong with you?" Su Qiao felt that there was something wrong with his expression.
Ever since he started to act in the conference room, his aura had been a little unstable and his mood had been a little low, although on the surface, he still appeared to be that silent and taciturn person.
Du Muhan stared at her for a while and said, "Nothing, I'll go get the toolbox."
"Wait." This guy, obviously with a lot on his mind, actually said it was nothing.
Su Qiao dropped her briefcase, walked over, stretched out her hand and pinched his chin, looking him carefully from side to side: "You don't look well, did you not sleep well last night?"
Pull her hand down.
Su Qiao frowned and looked at him.
Du Muhan paused, then reluctantly grabbed her hand and held it in his: "It just reminded me of some things from the past, nothing's wrong now."
Since he said it was okay, then it should be okay. Su Qiao didn't bother to think about it anymore. "Hurry up and get the toolbox."
"Okay." Du Muhan smiled and touched her head: "Wait for me, take my car, I'll be there quickly."
When we came back from outside, it was already dark. However, because the matter was urgent, everyone just had some fast food in the office and then sat in the conference room again.
This trip basically confirmed that Sun Zhihao's gallery was the location of the murder.
Sun Zhihao's gallery has a basement where he stores some of the materials he usually uses for painting, as well as many unfinished works that he was not satisfied with after finishing half of them.
Although the room had been carefully cleaned up and there were no bloodstains, there were still traces of people struggling under pressure on the ground and walls.
The question now is who were the two people fighting at the time and whether the female corpse was Ding Peixin.
More than two hours later, the DNA comparison results came out, and the results were not what they expected.
Ding Peixin's DNA does not match the DNA of the female corpse.
Now everyone was in trouble again.
Originally, according to everyone's speculation, Xia Xiaolin killed his original wife Ding Peixin in order to get promoted, then destroyed the body, and then sent a message to Gu Xue, saying that he was going out for a trip to create proof of his alibi. It turned out that they were overthinking.
"Who was the one who died? What does it have to do with Sun Zhihao?"
"Anyway, there must be a connection. We found an empty plastic bucket that had been filled with sulfuric acid in the basement of his gallery. There was also dehumidifying powder there, and the paint composition on the body matched that in his gallery."
It is certain that he is related to Sun Zhihao, otherwise, no one would appear in the basement of his gallery.
But now the grandson knows nothing and there are no useful clues.
Su Qiao quickly turned the pen in his hand, looked at Tao Junhui, and suggested: "Compare it with Xia Xiaolin's DNA!"
Everyone was surprised.
Shouldn’t Xia Xiaolin be the murderer
They have found a woman who looks like Xia Xiaolin in the surveillance camera, taking a taxi to the train station.
Now, all we have to do is find out which train she took that day and where her destination was, and we can follow the clues and catch her.
Tao Junhui didn't find it too strange. "Why do you think it was Xia Xiaolin?"
Just as Su Qiao was about to speak, Su Xiyan couldn't help curling her lips and sarcastically said, "Oh, among all these relevant people, the only woman left is Xia Xiaolin."
What kind of psychological profiler is this? He just makes random guesses and then uses scientific methods to eliminate them one by one.