Chapter 36: Soft Heart

That voice urged her.

Hurry up, do it, hurry up...

Damn.

Fine sweat beaded on Su Mian's forehead; the excitement of being ready to go and the disgust were fighting.

She panted lightly, feeling powerless.

It doesn't matter...

The DM won't die; just treat him as a white mouse. Su Mian comforted herself while maintaining her persona.

"Cisheng, for me, just bear with it."

This "just bear with it," she didn't know who it was for.

"When did Director Xiao Ci become so indecisive?"

Wen Cisheng was truly very curious; the girl's hands shook uncontrollably even when killing someone, did she really have the courage to dissect him?

Thinking of that incongruous scene, his half-squinted eyelids lifted a few points, looking forward to watching Su Mian's every move.

"I know you can't wait."

"Shut up."

Su Mian gritted her teeth, leaned in close, and her slender fingers brushed aside his red hair. The smell of alcohol and brandy intertwined, not appearing abrupt at all.

She knew Wen Cisheng was just here to watch the show; he didn't care at all if he would be disemboweled by her; he just wanted to see her flustered and nervous. The DM always had such bad taste.

Su Mian stopped talking after thinking about these things. She turned to get the scissors and, caught off guard, placed her palm on Wen Cisheng's abdomen.

Her fingertips applied slight pressure, moving upward along the Adonis belt, as if tracing the trajectory of the scissors.

Wen Cisheng was clearly stunned for a moment; his Adam's apple rolled for an instant, and the muscles under the restraint straps became tight.

"Cisheng, your body is truly beautiful."

She lifted Wen Cisheng's top all the way up, placed her rubber-gloved hand on it, and then pinched that cherry-red spot in retaliation.

I'll let you watch the show!

"Ugh..."

With a light gasp, the entire air instantly became dangerous. Su Mian felt a pair of extremely aggressive eyes staring at her without blinking.

She swallowed her saliva, not showing any weakness.

"Your heart is beating so fast. When I take it out, will it still beat this fast? I'm truly curious."

Wen Cisheng tilted his head and chuckled, his chest rising and falling with it.

The little kitten is angry...

"How will you know if you don't try?"

【So exciting, so exciting, hehehe! Mian Mian, you're so good at acting.】

4399 felt like it was watching a movie; it almost screamed with excitement, but was afraid of disturbing the host, so it covered its mouth tightly.

The scissors were pressed against his abdomen again. "Are you ready?"

"I can't wait, Director."

"Don't scream in pain later."

The DM heard the girl's stiff tone and watched her with great interest, his chest still retaining the lingering warmth of her fingertips.

The way she took out his heart with her own hands should also be very beautiful.

The scissors were lifted; the girl looked down from above, and finally landed precisely on the skin, stabbing fiercely towards that spot.

The feeling she imagined didn't come; the scissors didn't pierce his skin.

No blood sprayed out either. He stared blankly at the girl who was panting heavily; between the fingers of her rubber gloves, she was clutching the red hair she had just cut off.

The air was silent for an instant, with only the sound of liquid dripping from the sink in the distance.

"Hair is also an organ."

Su Mian's muffled voice came from behind the mask.

Wen Cisheng watched her expressionlessly throw the scissors aside, then put a lock of his hair into a jar containing formalin, and finally placed it among a pile of terrible organs.

As if his hair were also an "art piece" worth collecting...

After doing all this, she untied the restraint straps on Wen Cisheng's hands and feet, only to be caught off guard and pulled up by her wrist.

Su Mian dove into the DM's arms without any defense, her knees pressed against the operating table.

"You...!"

Su Mian didn't know what kind of madness he was having again, feeling somewhat annoyed. Wen Cisheng grabbed her hand and placed it on his chest again.

"Did you hear it?"

"What?"

"It's beating so fast."

"Little detective... why?"

Wen Cisheng muttered. Su Mian was stunned for a moment; this was the first time he had called her that.

"I don't know."

Su Mian shifted her gaze awkwardly, wanting to support her body, but her waist was tightly clamped by the man's thighs.

"Aren't you human? How can you not know?"

If it was because of the touch that the heartbeat accelerated just now, then what was it now?

Why would the heartbeat speed up? Humans speed up their heartbeats due to physiological and pathological reasons: tension, fear, excitement, exercise.

He ruled out everything and couldn't find a reasonable cause, producing a feeling of confusion for the first time.

Su Mian was scorched by the strange atmosphere and bristled. A layer of heat rose on her face. Taking advantage of his distraction, she shook off Wen Cisheng's hand and jumped off the operating table.

"I still have things to do, Cisheng, you..."

She pulled Wen Cisheng's clothes down and, somewhat flustered, took off her gloves and mask. "You should rest well."

Su Mian kept a straight face and left the dissection room in a hurry.

The DM stared at the door for a long time before tilting his head, his gaze turning to the red hair in the liquid.

Hair is not an organ.

She violated the persona again.

Forget it.

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As soon as she came out of the dissection room, Wang Zeyu rushed out from nowhere, followed by Chen Mo.

Wang Zeyu: "Qingci, are you okay? I saw you enter the dissection room with the DM."

Su Mian shook her head.

"Are you really okay or just pretending? Don't push yourself."

Chen Mo looked Su Mian up and down, and only after confirming there were no bloodstains or wounds did she shift her gaze.

Su Mian: "Where are Su Tang and Zhou Ruochuan?"

After she finished speaking, Wang Zeyu and Chen Mo looked at each other, then looked at her seriously.

Chen Mo: "Stay away from Su Tang in the future. We suspect that the person who answered two questions is her."

Su Mian blinked. Actually, she had long known that Su Tang wasn't as kind as she appeared on the surface.

After all, she wasn't a newcomer player; Su Mian had already seen it when she encouraged her to interact more with the DM in the elevator that day.

"I know."

Wang Zeyu scratched his head, his eyes still somewhat worried, but he knew he wasn't that familiar with Su Mian, so he didn't ask any more questions.

Chen Mo: "Where do you plan to go now?"

"I have to go back to the dissection room."

Su Mian lowered her eyes in thought. "When I woke up from that place, I smelled the scent of dried blood."

"Logically speaking, in a situation where no one was injured, it's impossible for this smell to appear in the dissection room. I think there should be something else there."

"Okay, let's go together."

The three of them returned to the dissection room, but Wen Cisheng was no longer there.

However, his whereabouts were always mysterious, and Su Mian didn't think deeply about it.

She put on her gloves, mask, and goggles again to conduct a new round of searching.

Against the wall was a row of sinks made of the same material; one faucet wasn't turned off tightly, and water droplets fell intermittently, making a clear sound in the silence.

In the corner of the room were several transparent glass jars, inside which some unrecognizable organ tissues were soaked in formalin solution.

Labels with different names were stuck on them, among which was Qingci's name.

Su Mian blinked. "You guys have been here once, why didn't you ask about this?" ===== CHAPTER 37 =====