"I mean, if possible, I'd like to have them." Du Muhan thought Su Qiao hadn't heard him clearly, so he repeated himself earnestly.
"Impossible." Su Qiao felt a little heartsick.
She felt the man in front of her was a little difficult to deal with. Should she just give up?
She could accept him being a little fussy, a little aloof, and somewhat sharp-tongued. But this strange habit of collecting human organs was just too disturbing.
"Why?" Confusion showed in Du Muhan's eyes.
Su Qiao only felt even more strongly that there was something wrong with his head.
He was actually asking why?
Other people's hands obviously belonged to other people. Why should they give them to him? And how could they even give them to him?
This idiot couldn't have studied himself stupid, could he? Or had he gone stupid from staying alone in this dissection room?
"That's robber's logic. No, that's even more robber-like than a robber's."
Du Muhan knitted his brows slightly. After thinking for a moment, he explained with great care, "I just thought that if my hands were injured in the future and became unusable, I could still use your hands."
He turned around and pointed toward the workbench. "None of this work would be delayed."
After a pause, he added, "It wouldn't delay you from solving cases and catching criminals."
Su Qiao instantly understood what he meant. "You're trying to persuade me by bringing up work?"
"Do I look like someone who loves work that much?"
"Don't the people at the bureau always want to solve cases and catch criminals as quickly as possible?" Du Muhan found her truly difficult to understand. His eyes seemed to be asking, Why are you different?
Su Qiao rolled her eyes. "Do you think that way yourself?"
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