Chapter 3557： This forensic doctor is a bit weird (19)

Chapter 3557 This forensic doctor is a bit weird (19)

"I said, if I can, I want to have them." Du Muhan thought that Su Qiao hadn't heard it clearly, and repeated it very seriously.

"Impossible." Su Qiao had a snack.

She thinks the guy in front of her is a bit difficult to deal with, so consider whether to give up?

It’s a bit turbulent, a bit high-cold, and a bit poisonous in her mouth. She can accept it, but with this quirk of collecting human organs, it’s a bit too responsive.

"Why?" Du Muhan had doubts in his eyes.

Su Qiao felt that there was a problem with his brain even more.

also asked her why?

Others’ hands, of course, belong to others, so why give it to you? How can I give it to you?

This silly fork, isn’t it a silly reading, or being alone in this dissection room?

"You are the logic of robbers, it's not right, you are more robbers than robbers."

Du Muhan twisted his eyebrows slightly, thought about it, and explained very carefully: "I think if my hand is injured in the future and cannot be used anymore, I can still use your hand."

He turned his head and pointed to the workbench: "These tasks will not be delayed."

paused, then added: "It won't delay you from solving the case and catching the criminal."

Su Qiao understood what he meant in an instant: "Are you trying to persuade me with work?"

"Do you think I am such a person who loves work?"

"Don’t the people in the bureau always want to solve the case quickly and catch the criminal?" Du Muhan felt that she was really difficult to understand, and his eyes seemed to ask, ‘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, I only care about my own work."

"I am just like you, I only love my job." So, don't try to persuade her with reasons like ‘will not delay solving the case’.

Du Muhan was a little bit distressed, "Then how can you agree to me?"

"Nothing can be done." Su Qiao is decisive.

"I don't want to dissect corpses every day."

While speaking, he glanced sideways and walked around the screen.

Du Muhan was a little anxious, but his complexion still looked quite calm. He followed Su Qiao: "You hate me?"

"What does it matter if I hate you?"

She just doesn't want to stay with the corpse every day, she just doesn't want the smell of disinfectant on her body.

Is the outside air not fragrant?

When there is no case, make a cup of tea, read a book, and write reasoning, isn’t it fragrant?

"You hate corpses." Du Muhan said very positively.

Su Qiao stared silently at the man blocking the door: "Is it possible that I still like them?"

She has seen enough bodies before, okay?

Can't she let her live a chic life with birds and flowers?

And whether you hate the corpse or not, and whether you hate him are two different things.

Du Muhan frowned and looked at her for a while, and finally came up with a way he thought was very suitable, "It doesn't matter if you don't like them, as long as you like me."

"...what is your way of confession?" Is she the only choice besides the corpse?

Du Muhan stretched out his unusually white and slender right hand: "You see our hands are very beautiful. They are a natural pair, and we are also a natural pair, so we should be together."

"And corpses, you don't need to like them, because they are just a tool, a tool that can please us and bring us fun."

"..." Lying on the grass, Su Qiao couldn't help being violent.

This man’s brain circuit is really amazing.

(End of this chapter)