Chapter 35: Character Setting Buff

Zhang Shuo Zhi was the first to reach out and take it; there were two copies inside.

One was the autopsy report of the body, and the other was the blood-stained knife that Chen Mo and Su Tang found in the dissection room yesterday.

Wen Cisheng: "The blood in the deceased's chest cavity infiltrated the surrounding soft tissue before death, forming a hematoma."

"The knife mark at the junction of the skin fragments is very obvious; it can basically be determined that the murder weapon was stabbed into the heart, leading to death from massive blood loss."

"There is only the deceased's blood on that knife."

"This isn't right..."

Zhang Shuo Zhi muttered, "He doesn't look like he was forced into the dissection room."

"I think there's more than just this one knife in the dissection room."

Su Mian stood up and spoke softly.

She spoke much less than usual, and her sudden speech caused everyone's gaze to fall on her.

Wang Zeyu looked worried; he noticed that the girl's complexion was paler than in previous days, there were dark circles under her eyes, and her palm-sized face was full of haggardness.

"Beep-beep—"

The discussion time was over. Su Mian pushed her chair under the table and blinked hard.

She had a splitting headache when she woke up this morning, probably because she hadn't slept well for the past two days, working night shifts and staying up late, which had left her physically and mentally exhausted.

And for some reason, she felt very wrong when she woke up this morning.

As soon as she opened the door, her eyes fixed on the exposed skin of those patients, and strange thoughts wound around her nerves, inch by inch.

A certain craving flooded her like a tide, but was forcibly suppressed by herself.

The discussion just now had also been powerless, completely unable to concentrate.

Especially after Wen Cisheng appeared, the inner thirst in Su Mian's heart was magnified in an instant.

She couldn't help but look at the wrist that the DM had extended from beside her; the clear contours of the tendons and bones under the skin were like a delicate piece of art wrapped in silk.

She couldn't even suppress the absurd thought.

That arm, full of explosive power, which could almost easily strangle her, would probably look beautiful when bleeding.

Su Mian stared blankly at Wen Cisheng, who hadn't left yet. Wen Cisheng tilted his head. "Director Xiao Ci, what's wrong with you?"

Su Mian slowly raised her leg and, under the DM's gaze, tackled him onto the edge of the table, only to black out from the headache and excitement.

Damn it, she seemed to know what it was.

【Ding-ding—Newbie Gift Pack: Character Setting Buff bonus has taken effect】

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The smell of rust...

Very faint, and it had been dried for a long time.

Su Mian's sensory system awakened her sense of smell first.

She felt like she had blacked out from drinking; headache, body numbness, rapid heartbeat.

Where was she?

Su Mian's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she struggled to open her eyes. Her blurred vision gradually became clear, and 4399's tone carried a sobbing sound.

【Mian Mian, you're finally awake. Do you know what you've done?】

"What happened to me?"

Su Mian asked, but the scene before her gave her a huge fright.

The man on the operating table tilted his head, his messy hair brushing against his mask, forming a strange aesthetic.

Restraint straps bound his wrists, and veins and blood vessels rose and fell faintly under his skin.

His hospital gown had been violently lifted, revealing clear abdominal muscles and an "Adonis belt"; under the incandescent light, his skin rose and fell with his breathing, forming a cold color that invited reverie, carrying a forbidden meaning.

Su Mian's gaze slid down slowly, and she discovered that her hand—or more accurately, the hand holding the surgical scissors—was pressed against the man's abdomen.

The tips of the scissors were wide open, as if they were about to pierce the man's skin at any moment.

Her breath hitched, and a cold chill of blood flowing backward washed over her.

4399 screamed in Su Mian's brain.

【You haven't entered the dissection room for the past few days; for Qingci, who is always soaking in the dissection room, this is too OOC!!!】

【So, the Character Setting Buff automatically helped you perfect your persona. It will choose the candidate you think is most suitable for dissection to perform the persona.】

Its voice became miserable.

【Who would have thought that the candidate you think is most suitable is the DM!!! Mian Mian, I really beg you... does that DM look like someone you can dissect? Now it's great, you're in a dilemma, woo-woo.】

【Not dissecting violates the persona, and dissecting will get you chopped into mince by the DM. What are we going to do!!!】

Su Mian was given a headache by 4399's noise.

"Shut up first."

If it weren't for drawing that crappy Character Setting Buff, there wouldn't be this trouble.

Speaking of which, where did she get the strength to drag Wen Cisheng into the dissection room and tie him up with restraint straps?

Just as Su Mian was lost in thought, the DM's lazy voice came to her ears.

"Why don't you continue?"

His voice was steady, becoming somewhat hoarse from not having water for a long time, yet inexplicably carrying a hint of temptation.

"Is my body not satisfying enough for you?"

What is this guy saying?

She first moved the dangerous surgical scissors away from the man's abdomen, then fell into endless silence looking at such a "sensual" scene.

Developing to this point, it had left her with absolutely no way out.

She stepped forward slowly, stroking Wen Cisheng's exposed skin.

Because of her touch, the contours of the man's muscles trembled slightly, and subtle changes occurred.

Full of tension yet tight.

It was her first time seeing this DM so passive; to be honest, it was a little bit awesome.

"Cisheng, you are willing, right?"

The wild thoughts ended here; standing here now was "Qingci," not Su Mian.

Wen Cisheng chuckled, his chin lifting slightly.

"Of course, my dear... Director Xiao Ci."

"So you won't have any complaints?"

The implication was that he wouldn't chop her to death after she finished all this, right?

Wen Cisheng guessed Su Mian's little thoughts; he was amused by this desire to survive, his fingers tapping lightly on the edge of the operating table.

A little detective who pushes their luck.

"Of course, you are my most respected doctor, my only reliance in the hospital; how could I have any complaints about you?"

The tone carried a hint of intimacy and grievance, making one subconsciously think he was truly dependent and obedient to her.

But his steady breathing and heartbeat revealed the calmness and nonchalance beneath the mask.

As if he were truly an antisocial personality disguised as an ordinary psychiatric patient, making one feel a headache and unable to fathom him.

It had to be said that the DM not only had the ability to control the field in the instance, but his acting skills were also top-notch; he acted like whatever he was supposed to be.

Wen Cisheng seemed to be trapped on the cold operating table, but his aura was even more dominant.

Su Mian took a deep breath, picked up an alcohol cotton ball with tweezers, and gently applied it to the man's abdomen.

The contours of the ravines that sparked wild imagination, along with the shadows extending deep into his waistband.

Su Mian, who had grown up to this age, had never experienced such a scene. She was flushed by the powerful hormonal aura, but fortunately, she was wearing a mask, so it wasn't very visible on her face.

Her brain seemed to know what she was going to do, automatically surfacing some bloody and disgusting scenes.

Slicing open from the abdomen, cutting upward along the contours of the abdominal muscles, using tweezers to pick open the skin, revealing the bloody flesh and mucous membranes. ===== CHAPTER 36 =====