Chapter 3556 This Forensic Doctor Is a Bit Weird (19)

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

"Impossible." Su Qiao was a little heartbroken.

She felt that the guy in front of her was a bit difficult to deal with, and she thought whether to give up or not?

She's a little quirky, a little cold, and her mouth is a little poisonous. She can accept it, but with this quirk of collecting human organs, it's a little too responsive.

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

But 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 someone else, so why should it be given to you? how to give you?

This idiot, could it be that he is stupid in reading, or is he stupid in this autopsy room alone?

"You are robber logic, no, you are more robber than robber."

Du Muhan frowned slightly, thought about it, and explained it carefully: "I think if my hand is injured in the future and can't be used, I can still use your hand."

He turned back and pointed to the workbench: "These jobs will not be delayed."

After a pause, he added: "It won't delay you in solving the case and catching the criminal."

Su Qiao instantly understood what he meant: "Are you trying to persuade me about work?"

"Do you see me as someone who loves work so much?"

"Don't the people in the bureau want to solve the case quickly and catch the criminal every time?" Du Muhan felt that she was really difficult to understand, and his eyes seemed to ask 'why are you different'?

Su Qiao rolled her eyes: "Then do you think so yourself?"

Du Muhan shook his head very honestly: "I don't care about that, I just care about my work."

"Like you, I only 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 how do you agree to promise me?"

"No matter what." Su Qiao was firm.

"I don't want to go to autopsy every day."

As he said that, he gave him a sideways glance, walked around the screen and left.

Du Muhan was a little anxious, but his face still looked calm, he followed Su Qiao: "You hate me?"

"What does it have to do with whether I hate you or not?"

She just didn't want to stay with the corpse every day, she just didn't want to smell like disinfectant all the time.

Isn't the air outside fragrant?

Wouldn't it be nice to make a cup of tea, read a book, and write reasoning when there is no case?

"You hate corpses." Du Muhan said with certainty.

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

Has she seen enough dead bodies before?

Can't we let her live a more dashing life with birds singing and flowers fragrant?

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

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

"...What kind of confession are you doing?" Could it be that she has only him other than the corpse?

Du Muhan stretched out his unusually fair and slender right hand: "Look at 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 have to like them, because they're just a tool, a tool to please us and make us have fun."

"..." Lying on the grass, Su Qiao couldn't help but swear.

The brain circuit of this man is really amazing.