"I said, if possible, I want to own them." Du Muhan thought Su Qiao didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it very seriously.
"Impossible." Su Qiao felt a little depressed.
She felt that the guy in front of her was a little difficult to deal with, and was considering whether to just give up
She could accept being a little fussy, a little cold, and a little sharp-tongued, but she found this weird habit of collecting human organs a little too disgusting.
"Why?" Du Muhan looked puzzled.
Su Qiao felt even more that there was something wrong with his brain.
And asked her why
Someone else's hand, of course, belongs to them. Why should I give it to you? How can I give it to you
This idiot, could it be that he has become stupid from reading too much, or has become stupid from staying in this anatomy lab alone
"Your logic is that of a robber. No, it's worse than that of a robber."
Du Muhan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and explained carefully: "I think that if my hand gets injured and can't be used anymore, I can still use your hand."
He turned around and pointed to the workbench: "None of these tasks will be delayed."
After a pause, he added: "It won't delay you from solving the case and catching the criminal."
Su Qiao immediately understood what he meant: "Are you trying to persuade me with work?"
"Do I look like someone who loves work so much?"
"Don't people in the bureau always want to solve the case quickly and catch the criminals?" Du Muhan felt that she was really hard to understand. His eyes seemed to be asking, 'Why are you different?'
Su Qiao rolled his eyes: "Do you think so too?"
Du Muhan shook his head very honestly: "I don't care about those things, I just focus on my work."
"I'm just like you. I just love my job." So don't try to convince her with reasons like 'it won't delay solving the case'.
Du Muhan was a little distressed, "Then what do you want in exchange for agreeing to me?"
"No matter what," Su Qiao said firmly.
"I don't want to dissect corpses every day."
Having said that, he glanced at him sideways, walked around the screen and left.
Du Muhan was a little anxious, but his expression still looked quite calm. He followed Su Qiao and asked, "Do you hate me?"
"What does it have to do with whether I hate you or not?"
She just didn't want to stay with corpses every day, and didn't want to always smell like disinfectant.
Doesn’t the air outside smell good
When you don’t have any cases, wouldn’t it be nice to make a cup of tea, read a book, or write some detective stories
"You hate corpses." Du Muhan said with certainty.
Su Qiao stared at the man blocking the door speechlessly: "Do I have to like them?"
She's seen enough dead bodies before, okay
Can’t she live out the carefree days with birds singing and flowers blooming
Besides, whether or not you hate the corpse is completely different from whether or not you hate him.
Du Muhan frowned and looked at her for a long time, and finally came up with a solution that he thought was very suitable. "It doesn't matter if you don't like them, as long as you like me."
"... How is this your way of confessing your love?" Is he her only choice besides the corpse
Du Muhan stretched out his unusually white and slender right hand: "Look, our hands are both beautiful. They are a natural match, and we are also a natural match, so we should be together."
"As for corpses, you don't have to like them because they are just a tool, a tool that can please us and bring us pleasure."
"..." Fuck, Su Qiao couldn't help but swear.
This man's train of thought is really fucking amazing.