However, even if she didn't commit suicide, she would probably be shot in the end!
After all, she not only instigated and helped Ding Peixin to kill and destroy the body, but also killed Ding Peixin with her own hands.
Because there haven't been any major cases recently, just small cases like missing finances, Su Qiao successfully got a week off.
However, the holiday will be after the National Day holiday.
During the National Day holiday, there are many people going out to play, and the crime rate will increase accordingly, so I cannot take leave. After all, there is only one psychological profiler in the bureau.
Su Qiao took advantage of this time to draw some blueprints and hired a construction team to build a school in the nearby town.
On the first day after the National Day holiday, the two made an appointment to get their marriage certificate.
Su Qiao got up early in the morning, took a shower, and changed into a nice dress and coat.
When I went into the study to get my ID card and household registration booklet, I accidentally glanced at the open book on the table that I hadn't finished reading last time.
After staring at the detective case book for a long time, her expression suddenly changed and looked a little ugly.
Without even bothering to take her ID card or household register, she picked up one of the books, turned around and rushed to the door.
Du Muhan, dressed in a neat suit, had been waiting at the gate of the community. When he saw her coming, he immediately went to greet her.
Su Qiao threw the real case analysis book in his hand into his arms, a little annoyed: "Explain this to me carefully."
Du Muhan was stunned for a moment, picked up the book and flipped through it casually, with a bewildered look on his face: "What's wrong with this book? Didn't you take it from me? Isn't it interesting?"
Su Qiao put her hands on her hips and stared at him fiercely: "How dare you hide it from me? Are you testing my IQ?"
The confusion in Du Muhan's eyes gradually disappeared, and he became a little overwhelmed, "I... be careful!"
He just opened his mouth and suddenly pounced on Su Qiao.
'Ss ...
Su Qiao's heart tightened when she heard the sound of him gasping for air. She immediately hugged him and rolled over, successfully avoiding the opponent's second attack.
He quickly glanced at Du Muhan's bleeding wrist, and in a rage, he quickly got up and kicked her: "Where did this bastard come from? How dare you play with a knife on my **."
Su Qiao was already angry, and now that Du Muhan was injured, she became even more furious. Her eight-centimeter high heels were like long iron nails. She stomped on the man who was kicked to the ground by her, making him scream like a pig being slaughtered.
It was the security guard at the door who heard the screams and rushed over to stop her, thus preventing the man from being beaten to death on the spot.
"Du Muhan, you bastard, I was so blind to let you into my Ding family. If I had known you would report me, I would have killed you and your shameless mother long ago!"
The man had a face full of wrinkles and the hair around his ears was a little gray. He was obviously getting older. At this moment, he was being held down by two security guards, but he was still staring at Du Muhan with hatred on his face and cursing at him.
Only then did Su Qiao understand the identity of this man.
It was Ding Wencheng, who had just been released from prison not long ago. He was Ding Peixin's father, the man who had abused Du Muhan and her daughter, causing his mother to become a vegetable.
Su Qiao was so angry when she thought about this that she stepped forward and slapped him twice: "Shut your stinky mouth, don't you know that I'm in a bad mood now? Don't you know that I'm in a bad mood, so I like to hit people?"
Afraid that she would kick him again, Du Muhan quickly walked over and hugged her: "Don't beat her to death, or you'll go to jail."