Chapter 3584 This Forensic Doctor Is a Bit Weird (47)

Su Qiao left very simply, but after leaving the bedroom, a thought flashed in her eyes.

"Don't... hit her?"

hit who?

who is she?

Doesn't it mean that he has no relatives?

It seems that this guy has something to hide from her.

Let's just say it won't be so simple. Which plane has his life experience so simple?

In the bedroom, Du Muhan sat quietly on the bed for a while with his head up, then got up and went to the bathroom with a bad expression.

When he came out again, he had regained his usual elegance and calmness, and his pace became unhurried and calm again, as if the person who was haunted by nightmares not long ago was not him.

Su Qiao didn't ask much. For some things, only if he was willing to say it and willing to say it, he would put it down.

And now, the relationship between her and him probably hasn't reached the point of mutual confession of secrets in their hearts.

He helped him with a bowl of pork ribs soup: "I'll rest tomorrow, do you have time?"

Tao Junhui and the others are still investigating the female corpse case, and there is no major progress. Su Qiao's preliminary analysis report has been handed over to Tao Junhui. It is up to them to decide whether to use it as a reference.

However, she guessed that the old team members in the serious crime team probably wouldn't take it seriously.

Especially after she guessed wrong before and thought that the headless female corpse was Ding Peixin, they probably didn't believe her even more in their hearts!

When Su Qiao was at work, she faintly heard someone talking about this in the toilet, saying that she was suitable for writing novels and scripts.

So she decided to just give herself a day off.

"Have."

Du Muhan lifted the gauze-bound left hand: "My hand is injured. I can't work for the past two days. I can only do some tests and observations, and tomorrow is Sunday."

He probably forgot that he didn't have Sundays before. If there were no accidents, he would stay in his autopsy room every day, three hundred and sixty-five days a year.

"Then go to a place with me tomorrow! My car is small and not enough, so drive your car."

Su Qiao's car is a red Renault Corregia, which is not as big as a Land Rover.

"Do you need to pack a lot of stuff?" Du Muhan was a little curious about where she was going.

Could it be that I have to go back to see my adoptive parents?

But even if I go back to see them, do I need to buy a lot of things?

"You'll know tomorrow." Su Qiao didn't explain much.

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The next day, Su Qiao still adhered to her original dressing habits, wearing a classic black dress, black leather jacket, black boots, and long hair. She looked cold, arrogant and mysterious, with an aura of 2.2 meters.

For some reason, Du Muhan also put on a black shirt, a gray vest, and gray trousers today. The two of them walked together and looked very fit.

Su Qiao instructed him to go to the commercial street, strolled for more than an hour, and then instructed him to drive the car to the northern suburbs.

Although Du Muhan felt curious in his heart, he was not someone who wanted to find an answer immediately.

His character, in many cases, has the quality of being at ease.

Quiet, don't force, don't take the initiative to pursue anything, just stay in your corner quietly and do your own thing.

He didn't understand Su Qiao's destination today until their car parked in front of a welfare home.

Although it was an accident, he still didn't say much. He just followed her instructions and removed everything from the car and handed it over to a dumb middle-aged man who ran over and kept writing.