"I said, if I can, I want to have them." Du Muhan thought Su Qiao didn't hear clearly, so he repeated it again very seriously.
"Impossible." Su Qiao was a little worried.
She felt that the guy in front of her was a bit difficult to deal with. Should she give up?
She can accept being a bit furry, a bit cold, and a bit venomous, but having this weird habit of collecting human organs is a bit too disturbing.
"Why?" Du Muhan had doubts in his eyes.
Su Qiao felt even more that there was something wrong with his brain.
And asked her why?
Of course other people's hands belong to others, why should they be given to you? How can I give it to you?
This idiot, could it be that he got stupid from reading, or he got stupid from being alone in this anatomy room?
"This is robber logic. No, it's worse than a robber."
Du Muhan frowned slightly, thought for a moment, and explained very carefully, "I think that if my hand is injured in the future and cannot be used, I can still use your hand."
He turned back and pointed to the workbench. "These tasks will not be delayed."
After a pause, he added, "It won't delay you from solving the case and catching the criminal."
Su Qiao instantly understood what he meant. "Are you trying to persuade me about work?"
"Do you think I am someone who loves work so much?"
"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. His eyes seemed to be asking, 'Why are you different?'
Su Qiao turned over Big Eye Roll: "Then you think so too?"
Du Muhan shook his head very sincerely. "I don't care about that, I only care about my own work."
"Like you, I only love my job." So, don't try to convince her with reasons like 'it won't delay the investigation of the case'.
Du Muhan was a little troubled, "Then what do you have to do to agree to me?"
"Nothing is allowed." Su Qiao said firmly.
"I don't want to dissect corpses every day."
As he said that, he glanced at him and walked around the screen.
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 corpses every day, and she just didn't want to smell like disinfectant and other things on her body.
Doesn't the air outside smell good?
When you're not working on a case, wouldn't it be nice to make a cup of tea, read a book, and write down your reasoning?
"You hate corpses." Du Muhan said with certainty.
Su Qiao stared at the man blocking the door speechlessly. "Is it possible that I still like them?"
She's seen enough dead bodies before, okay?
Can't she be allowed to live a more leisurely life with birds singing and flowers fragrant?
And whether you hate the corpse and whether you hate him are completely different things.
Du Muhan frowned and looked at her for a long time, and finally came up with a method that 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 expressing your love?" Could it be that besides the corpse, her only choice was him?
Du Muhan stretched out his unusually fair and slender right hand. "Look, our hands are both beautiful. They are a natural pair, and we are also a natural pair, 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 fun."
"..." Wocao, Su Qiao couldn't help but swear.
This man's brain circuit is really amazing.