Quick Transmigration: Targeted by the Boss

  Chapter 3585 This forensic doctor is a bit weird (47)

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

   "Don't... hit her?"

  Who to beat?

who is she?

  Didn’t he say that he has no relatives?

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

   said it wouldn’t be that simple. Which dimension is his life experience simple enough?

  In the bedroom, Du Muhan sat quietly on the bed with his head on his head, and got up and went to the bathroom with an uncomfortable face.

  When he came out again, he had recovered his usual grace and calmness, and his pace became unhurried again, calm and relaxed, as if the person who had been caught in nightmares not long ago was not him.

  Su Qiao did not ask too much. Some things, only if he is willing to say it, will he let it go.

  And now, the relationship between her and him probably hasn’t reached the point where they exchanged secrets in their hearts.

   helped him fill a bowl of rib soup: "I will rest tomorrow, do you have time?"

  The female corpse case Tao Junhui and the others are still investigating, 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 make a reference or not.

  However, she guessed that those old members of the crime team would not take it seriously.

  Especially after she had 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 it in the toilet, saying that she was suitable for writing novels and scripts.

  So she decided to give herself a day off.

"Have."

  Du Muhan raised his left hand tied with gauze: "I have a hand injury. I cannot work for the past two days. I can only do some tests and observations, and tomorrow is Sunday."

  He probably forgot that he used to have no Sundays. 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 it's not enough to install. Drive your car."

  Su Qiao’s car is a red Renault Correga, and the space inside is not as big as a Land Rover.

  "Would you like to install a lot of things?" Du Muhan was a little curious about where she was going.

  Is it possible to go back to see the adoptive father and adoptive mother?

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

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

  *

  The next day, Su Qiao still followed the original dressing habit, wore a classic black dress, black leather jacket, black boots, and long hair. She looked cold, arrogant and mysterious, with an aura of two meters.

  Du Muhan didn’t know why. Today, he also wore a black shirt, gray vest and gray pants. The two walked together, and they seemed to have a very good temperament.

  Su Qiao directed him to the Commercial Street, strolling for more than an hour, and then directed him to drive the car to the northern suburbs.

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

  His personality, in many cases, has the trait of being at ease with the situation.

  Be quiet, don’t force or actively pursue anything, just stay in your corner and do your own thing quietly.

  He didn’t understand Su Qiao’s destination today until their car stopped at the entrance of a welfare home.

  In spite of the accident, he still didn't say much, but according to her instructions, he moved all the things in the car and handed them to a dumb middle-aged man who was running over.

  (End of this chapter)