Chapter 3562 This Forensic Doctor Is a Bit Strange (25)

Sun Zhihao glanced quickly, turned to look at Xiao Li, and frowned again and asked, "Have you found a clue? Where is my wife now?"

Xiao Li Yuguang saw that Su Qiao had entered the bathroom, and shook his head: "Not yet, but we have some doubts, so I want to ask you again."

Hearing that there was still no news, Sun Zhihao couldn't hold back his temper and raised his voice: "Didn't I make it clear? What else are you asking? I just want to find my wife as soon as possible."

Xiao Li frowned slightly, but explained in a very good-natured manner: "Mr. Sun, we also want to find your wife as soon as possible, but..."

"Nothing but." Sun Zhihao waved his hand impatiently to interrupt Xiao Li's words.

"Just find someone for me quickly. I don't want to waste time with you now, because every extra minute isted, maybe my wife is a little more dangerous."

Su Qiao came out of the bathroom and narrowed her eyes just after hearing those words.

Quickly glanced at the decoration and furnishings in the living room, and walked over casually: "Mr. Sun, in fact, we are here today because we found a female corpse in the suburbs, but..."

Su Qiao stopped halfway through speaking and sat down beside Xiao Li gracefully.

When Sun Zhihao heard the female corpse, he was stunned for a moment, then tugged at the collar and asked a little eagerly, "Just what?"

Su Qiao's gaze swept across his hand pulling the collar, and then continued: "It was a headless female corpse, and the corpse was destroyed with sulfuric acid, so it is not easy to recognize."

"The most important thing is that we found some paints for painting on it, as well as chemical dehumidifying powder, and as far as I know, this thing can sometimes be used in galleries."

Sun Zhihao's pupils shrank, and his voice rose several degrees in an instant. He stood up with a 'rub', angry and strong: "What are you kidding me?"

"My wife committed suicide by jumping into the sea instead of being murdered. What are you doing here with me talking about all this nonsense?"

"Is that how you police handle cases? If you don't look for someone properly, but you waste time with me here, are you still a police officer?"

Su Qiao looked at him calmly: "Mr. Sun, what are you nervous about?"

As soon as he heard that the body was found, and there was paint on the body, the voice became even louder. He kept asking sharply and repeatedly pulling on the collar. No matter how he looked at it, he felt nervous.

When people lie, their blood pressure increases involuntarily, they sweat, and they experience itching in sensitive areas such as the face and neck, which they subconsciously rub and scratch to relieve.

Of course, this also happens when you are angry and frustrated, so Su Qiao asked directly, pointing directly to the core, in preparation for testing him again.

Sun Zhihao's face instantly turned gloomy: "Why am I nervous? Why am I nervous?"

"I'm angry, I'm angry with you, don't you understand? If you keep doing this, I'll complain to you."

Su Qiao narrowed his eyes.

Sun Zhihao is a painter. Although his family runs a cultural art company and a gallery, he is a painter and loves to paint. He should be very sensitive when he hears the words "painting paint".

However, he avoided the issue, completely ignoring the matter of paint.