The Third Thousand Three Hundred and Eighty-Two Chapters Forensic Adults, Please Arrest (Sixty-Four)

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He held his fair jaw slightly and said slowly: "Lord Forensic, we seem to be locked here."

"I know." Hearing Wei Ran's unhurried playful tone, Ranbai felt that the hand holding the scalpel was a little itchy, "No need for nonsense from the store manager."

Wei Ran's very friendly suggestion: "Why don't you kick the door?"

Yanbai stared at him coldly.

"Just kidding." Wei Ran's lips didn't change the smile, he blinked his left eye at Ranbai, and dragged his mouth half-smile: "How can we let our strict and self-disciplined forensic doctor kick the door of the police station, it's his own. Anatomy room."

"Shut up." Ranbai suddenly wanted to put the scalpel back in Wei Ran's mouth, so that at least she wouldn't listen to those extremely indecent jokes, she glanced at the disheveled young man, and paused for a moment, " Get dressed."

"First of all, it's not what I want to talk about." Wei Ran sullenly raised his tied hand and shook it in front of Dianbai's eyes, his thin lips smile deepened, meaning unclear: "Lord Forensic Doctor Tied like this, what do you want me to wear?"

Rao is so, Ranbai didn't mean to untie it to Wei Ran.

Once the tie is loose, this guy can't tell where he is going.

The forensic doctor frowned impatiently, his body was full of cold and low air pressure, he took a step forward, and grabbed the youth's shirt coldly and rudely, and quickly buttoned him impatiently. The snow-white fabric rubbed against the youth's complexion. Reddened, his fingertips inevitably touched his cold and delicate chest.

Wei Ran really didn't expect the forensic doctor to do this. His sexy Adam's apple rolled slightly, and the always cold body temperature was slightly hot. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the low pressure of the forensic doctor. He calmly said: "I said, can the forensic master take advantage of me less?"

Listen.

Is this what people say?

The white dyeing movement paused for a while, she looked down at Wei Ran condescendingly, her dark eyes were as cold as the winter snow, just about to say something, then she heard Wei Ran calmly add the next sentence: "Could it be? Didn't our forensic lady feel that I had a reaction to you?"

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long silence,

Still silent.

Finally, the forensic doctor said a sentence: "Will you die if you say less."

"I won't die." Wei Ran chuckled softly, with a kind of gentle ruffian, very gentle and also very scumbag, he almost said it in a low voice in the ear of the forensic doctor, and the vague words were mixed with ambiguous words. He fell frivolously and was clearly captured by the dyed white: "But it will..."

The forensic doctor froze slightly, and pressed his palm directly on Wei Ran's thin lips to cover it tightly, blocking everything the young man said next.

Wei Ran murmured, the sound of air was low and confusing, he raised his eyes slightly, those light-colored eyes looked at the dyed white with affection,

Gentle and innocent, there is a hint of banter that is fleeting.

The low pressure on the forensic doctor lingered all over his body. He didn't say a word, interpreting indifference to the extreme, and lowered his eyes and undid the black tie that tied Wei Ran's wrist.

He was originally cold and white skinned, and he was bound by a tie for so long, and deep red marks were drawn on both hands and wrists. Even because the binding force was too heavy and too tight, the blood flow was not smooth and faintly bruised. , it looks even a little shocking, and that kind of abusive beauty is even more intense.

But Wei Ran didn't say a word for so long, as if it didn't hurt at all.

Ranbai glanced at it silently, but didn't say anything.

Wei Ran was very casual, and moved his wrist stiffly, not caring about this little injury, and always looked at the forensic doctor with a smile, that kind of gaze was affectionate and seductive.

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The forensic doctor found a new pair of handcuffs, and under Wei Ran's half-smiling gaze, he put his hands on Wei Ran indifferently.

The icy cool touch caresses the wrist, without the metallic texture of any temperature.

When it was buckled, it was close to the skin and pressed down on the injured area again. The cold and painful touch made the wrists tremble slightly. Wei Ran licked his lower lip, smiling playfully and lazily, letting the dye white to wear it for himself. Handcuffed, there is no sign of resistance at all, "Where will the forensic doctor take me?"

He leaned over gracefully, stared at Dye Bai with a cold and lingering expression, his tone was strange, half-smiling, unknowingly entangling and suffocating people, like a deep sea of ​​drowning, "Are you sending my brother to prison?"

"Sir, what did you say?" The forensic doctor finally responded to Wei Ran's words, but did not give any answer. His eyebrows and eyes were naturally cold and indifferent, and even his voice could not hear any emotion.

Wei Ran's laughter overflowed his lips and teeth, and lazily, he whispered in a noble romance: "Baby is so cute."

The slender and pale fingers that were dyed white gently pressed against the position of the young man's heart, and she could feel the force of the beating under her fingertips. She pressed down a little harder, and calmly said to Wei Ran: "Sir, I am afraid that you will be shot for your crime. Not too much."

"Could it be your execution?" Wei Ran didn't say anything else, just asked for no reason, treacherous and dangerous, he seemed to be laughing.

Dianbai's answer was calm and objective: "I am a forensic doctor, and I am not responsible for execution."

"Then what should I do?" Wei Ran was still as casual as usual when he spoke, bringing out a bit of a cynical ruffian, the arrogance and aristocratic arrogance that revealed from the bones, giving people a playful and provocative feeling: "Brother's life Not easy to take."

He whispered in her ear, his breath passed her ear, and he only said it to Ranbai alone, with an unclear romantic meaning: "It can only be given to a certain forensic doctor who is bent on catching me. "

Ranbai glanced at him, his eyes were heavy, and he did not speak.

There was a long silence in the autopsy room.

finally,

This sentence did not wait for its continuation.

The two left through the window,

It's impossible to kick the door of the dissection room in white.

Wei Ran watched the forensic doctor's neat and tidy window-turning movements, and the white coat brought the wind out. He smiled inexplicably, his voice low and charming, and teased: "I didn't expect our forensic lady, who looks so serious, to be so skilled at turning the window."

Ranbai glanced at him, and his voice was very light: "It's not as good as the store manager."

Ranbai walked to the parking lot, staring at Wei Ran as he walked, his eyes pale as night water.

It was late at night now, there were very few people in the parking lot, it was very deep in the distance, and the atmosphere was so quiet that a needle could be heard falling.

When the two stood together, it was really striking.

The young forensic doctor wore a clean and abstinent white lab coat, and even his back showed the coldness of a giant thousands of miles away.

The young man next to him is tall and has long legs, a black trench coat, and a white shirt. He looks like he has come out of a cartoon. He has a gentle and elegant temperament, but... he is wearing a pair of handcuffs, and the silver-white metal handcuffs glow with a cold light in the night. When it was buckled between his wrists, it seemed even more vaguely taboo and secret ambiguous meaning.

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