"No matter how beautiful it is, it's mine. Just take care of your hands and don't cripple them."
Du Muhan didn't even look at his hands. His eyes seemed to be glued to the faucet. He felt that every finger on his white hands covered with dew was so perfect, so round and shiny.
At this moment, they became the top works of art in Du Muhan's eyes.
Su Qiao was a little terrified. He quickly took a disinfectant towel to wipe the water off, then put it in his suit pocket and stared at him warily: "What's going on? You don't have the weird habit of collecting hands, do you?"
This guy is recognized in the police station as having a weird personality. It is said that he doesn't like talking to living people, but only likes talking to dead people.
"I'm warning you, don't try to hit on me. I wasn't serious with you just now. If I were, I would have knocked you down in a matter of minutes, and you wouldn't even be able to get up."
The scene in Du Muhan's mind flashed back to when she pressed his abdomen against the wall with her knee, making him unable to move. Suddenly, his ears turned red.
I didn’t realize it before, but now that I think about it, it was a bit... embarrassing.
"Ahem, I just like pretty hands."
"Especially the hands that can depict a bloody event so beautifully, as if they were painting an enchanting work of art."
It would have been better if he didn't explain. As soon as he explained, Su Qiao began to consider whether to retreat.
After thinking about it, she decided to leave first.
The two of them aren't familiar with each other yet, so who knows if this guy is really a pervert
"Not eating?"
Seeing that she was about to leave, Du Muhan quickly pointed to the rest area behind the screen, where food had already been delivered to the table.
"No need, I'll go back and eat by myself." She wasn't going to torture herself, so why would she really come to this anatomy lab to eat
Su Qiao pushed open the screen while he wasn't paying attention, preparing to walk out, but she used too much force and the screen suddenly fell towards her.
Du Muhan was quick to grab the screen, then quickly propped his back against the screen and protected her in his arms with one hand.
After the screen was fixed, Su Qiao looked puzzled: "Why is this thing so unstable?"
She didn't seem to use much force.
She probably forgot that after using the strengthening agent, her physical fitness was three to five times stronger than that of ordinary people, and her strength was of course much greater.
Du Muhan didn't care about the screen at all. He grabbed Su Qiao's hand and examined it carefully.
Su Qiao's mouth twitched. Could it be that this guy really liked her hand
She quickly pulled it back: "What are you doing?"
"You almost hurt your hand." Du Muhan's face didn't look very good, and he was obviously a little unhappy.
Su Qiao rolled her eyes at him and said, "It's my hand that's injured, not yours. Why are you so nervous?"
"Besides, I don't hold a scalpel, so a minor injury won't be a problem at all."
"No." Du Muhan's attitude was very firm.
"I won't allow anyone to hurt them, not even yourself."
Su Qiao was stunned, okay
Is there something wrong with your brain
Not allowed yet.
"You don't really think this is your hand?"
Du Muhan's eyes lit up: "Can I have them?"
"From now on, I will help you protect them well."
Du Muhan promised very seriously.
Su Qiao was speechless after seeing this.
Who is she talking to
It doesn’t seem that difficult to communicate with aliens, right
They are not on the same channel at all.
Before entering the autopsy room, Su Qiao never imagined that they would discuss and stalemate here for a long time just because of his hands.
However, as weird as it was, it did happen.