At nine o'clock in the evening, the lights in Yuncheng were bright. Workers who had finished their night shifts dragged their tired bodies home, their faces numb, like the walking dead.
The shrill sound of sirens whizzed past them, but they just opened their eyelids to take a look and then immersed themselves in their world.
Mu Mu was sitting in the police car. His whole body was transparent and his appearance had changed slightly. His dark green eyes had turned completely black, and only a little green could be seen if one looked closely.
The inky black hair also turned into a soft chestnut color, making the whole person look even softer and more adorable.
The car window couldn't reflect his image because he was already dead, and his body was wrapped tightly in a body bag next to him.
The young detective sitting in the passenger seat frowned. He was handsome, with dark eyebrows and bright eyes, and his posture was as straight as a pine tree. He looked at the body bag through the rearview mirror and said in a low voice, "This is the third case, and it was found near Waites Private High School?"
The person holding the tablet in the back seat of the car immediately responded, "Yes, Captain. According to the current situation, the deceased's name is Pei Nuo, the adopted son of the Pei family. He is currently a freshman majoring in painting at A University. He appeared near Waites Private High School today to pick up his younger brother from school."
Fang Lingwei clenched his fists, veins bulging on the back of his hands. He stared at the body bag in silence, the scene he had just seen emerging in his mind.
In the dim alley, the boy lying on the ground looked only eighteen years old, with a pretty face, beautiful peach blossom eyes closed, and short chestnut hair draped obediently on his forehead. He was a beauty so beautiful that it was difficult to tell whether he was male or female.
But her lips are pale and lifeless, making her look like a doll placed in a high-end cupboard. She is beautiful, but not real.
The cause of his condition was the wound on his chest. A sharp weapon pierced his heart, and bright red blood flowed all over the floor.
Fang Ling did not rush to the scene after receiving the alarm call, and he held his breath for no reason when he saw the young man collapsed on the ground.
The drunk who discovered the body yelled, "Damn... I thought it was a pretty girl, but when I turned it over, I realized it was a dead girl. Don't tell me... this little boy is even prettier than those little girls..."
He stretched out his fat hand and was about to touch Mu Mu when Fang Lingwei grabbed it and stopped him. He suppressed his anger and asked his subordinates to take the drunk away, and personally put the boy into a body bag.
Fang Lingwei pursed his lips into a line as he recalled this scene, and finally punched the car door in frustration.
At this moment, the car passed a corner and the car body bumped. Fang Lingwei vaguely saw a white figure - it was the young man lying in the body bag!
The young man named "Pei Nuo" opened his beautiful peach blossom eyes. He was as beautiful as he expected. He sat obediently beside his body, and looked at him for a moment with his eyes with a faint green glow.
Fang Lingwei was shocked for a moment. He immediately turned around and looked behind him, but there was only the police officer he was familiar with next to the body bag, as if that glimpse was just an illusion.
The young police officer was frightened by his sudden action and asked worriedly, "Captain, are you okay?"
Fang Lingwei rubbed his brows tiredly, "It's okay, just continue talking."
Maybe she was really tired. How could she stand up and open her eyes to look him in the face when she was lying right at his feet? It couldn't be that she had seen a ghost.
Mu Miao slowly floated back to her original position, still feeling apprehensive. [001, he can't possibly see me.]
001 wasn't sure either. "No way. While this world has supernatural elements, not everyone has the ability to see ghosts. Our luck can't be that bad, can it?"
Mu Mu thought so too. He even stretched out his white and tender hand and waved it in front of Fang Lingwei, like a timid rabbit stretching out its claws to touch the mighty tiger. His whole body was tense, and he would run away as soon as the other party made a move.
Fortunately, Fang Lingwei did not react at all and just looked straight ahead.
Mu Miao finally breathed a sigh of relief and returned to his body with peace of mind, listening attentively to the young police officer's introduction to him.
He didn't expect that his NPC character would die as soon as he appeared. He was shocked as soon as he arrived.
001 said leisurely, "This mission is simple enough, isn't it? I picked it specifically. I'll treat it like a vacation. When players come, I'll scare them with the other ghosts. It's best to keep them in this world. It's not difficult, is it, little idiot?"
When Mu Miao heard this, he was delighted and nodded repeatedly, "It's not difficult, thank you."
This way he could slack off. Mu Mu was a lazy guy, and the first world had exhausted him. Moreover, he could use the extra time to look for Xi Yunchi, and he was so happy.
Since Mu Mu died of homicide, his body was sent to the forensic doctor for an autopsy, hoping to find clues about the murderer.
Mu Miao had just died, and he couldn't leave his body too far away, so he had to follow him to the forensic room.
Fang Ling did not unzip the body bag. Under the bright light of the incandescent lamp, Mu Mu's face was more clearly visible, and her long eyelashes cast a shadow on her eyelids.
Fang Lingwei was slightly stunned, and those lively eyes appeared in his mind.
The young police officer's eyes flashed with amazement, and he couldn't help but sigh, "He is really handsome."
Fang Lingwei also felt that he was right, but he didn't say it out loud. "Being good-looking isn't necessarily a good thing. Look, she's lying here."
Young police officer: “…”
Even though he is a straight man, sometimes I feel that his role as captain is a bit of a straight man, which really spoils the mood.
The sound of leather shoes clattering on the ground came closer. Mu Miao looked over and saw a tall, slender man in a white coat pushing open the door. His cold, black eyes swept over the two people in the autopsy room. He said in a distant voice, "Put your things down and leave immediately."
His assistant hurried over with a box of things, wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said respectfully, "Professor Song, everything you want is here."
Mu Miao looked around at Professor Song and felt that there were a few words written all over his body - bad temper, don't mess with me.
His temperament is very similar to the strict teacher that Mu Mu was afraid of. Just one glance at him would make her heart stop, as if his next sentence would be "Student, stand up and answer this question."
Mu Miao also automatically imagined the next sentence in his mind, which was: "No? Get out."
His hair stood on end and he couldn't help rubbing his arms. It was too scary. He must stay away from this person from now on.
Song Qi frowned habitually, and his sharp gaze swept around the department. The weird feeling in his heart lingered, and he finally blamed it on the two people who did not belong here.
He said in a bad tone, "Get out and don't get in the way here."
Fang Lingwei's face darkened. He glanced at the young man lying on the dissecting table, clenched his fists, and turned away without saying a word.
The young police officer beside him felt sorry for him and said to Song Qi in a sarcastic tone, "Tsk, isn't it just a little bit of a high academic degree? What's so proud about it?"
Song Qi glanced at him sideways, and his oppressive gaze fell on him. The young police officer's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't say anything. He hurriedly followed Fang Lingwei.
Song Qi's assistant was a graduate student he supervised. The student gave them the finger and made a face. He turned his head and met Song Qi's cold eyes. He immediately lowered his head and said, "Professor..."
Mu Mu was also frightened by his eyes. She patted his chest comfortingly and stammered, "This man is so fierce..."
These words drifted into Song Qi's ears. He paused while putting on his gloves and looked at the student. "What did you say?"
The student was startled, looked around, and finally pointed at himself inexplicably, "Professor, are you talking about me? I didn't say anything."
Song Qi frowned even deeper. The student's voice was rough and unpleasant after the transformation, while the one he heard was soft and pleasant, obviously different.
He looked around again to make sure that he and the student were the only ones present.
Mu Miao leaned on the edge of the dissection table, expecting to see how these professionals operated, but after waiting for a long time, Song Qi did not take any action.
He tilted his head, taking advantage of his ghost status and acting recklessly. "Why don't you start yet? What are you looking at? Is it as good-looking as me? Why do you keep looking at me instead of dissecting me?"
Song Qi: "..."
He finally turned his gaze to the young man on the dissection table and put his hand on his neck. He could not feel the heartbeat under his delicate skin, and it was obvious that he was dead.
Song Qi, a senior intellectual who had received thirty years of materialistic education, felt his faith slightly shaken. He happened to catch a glimpse of a strand of chestnut hair passing before his eyes.
His hand holding the scalpel trembled, and he shifted his gaze to see a handsome boy sitting on the dissecting table, his peach blossom eyes looking at him intently.
Mu Mu blinked, waiting for his next move, and urged, "Hurry up, I'm still waiting to know who killed me."
Although this was not Mu Miao's task, he was very curious and would watch suspense dramas at home. However, he did not have the patience to wait for the truth to come out. Every time a murder occurred, he would go directly to the Internet to search for the murderer.
Now that he has become a part of a murder case, Mu Mu naturally wants to know who the murderer is.
Under Mu Miao's anxious gaze, Song Qi slowly took off his glasses, wiped them with a glasses cloth, and then put them back on.
Then he fell silent, turned around and asked his apprentice, "Yu Bai, do you think I'm crazy?"
Yu Bai widened his eyes and stammered, unable to speak.
Professor Song Qi is indeed excellent, and even though he still holds a high status internationally, Yu Bai was proud for a long time that he could become his graduate student.
But after getting along with him, Yu Bai sincerely felt that this person really had no humanity at all.
He was so meticulous that he didn't care about his relatives. He was very strict and there was no room for reason in front of him. His students called him the crazy professor behind his back.
Song Qi realized something in Yu Bai's silence, nodded in sudden enlightenment, and muttered to himself, "That's okay, it turns out I'm a lunatic, um... not a big problem."
Yu Bai heard his words, "..."
What should I do if the professor goes even crazier? Waiting online is quite urgent.
Mu Miao also heard their conversation, and looked at Song Qi with sympathy, "So you are a mental patient, so pitiful."
Song Qi had already regarded Mu Miao as a figment of his mental illness and began to work without distraction.
He took a pair of scissors and cut open Mu Mu's clothes, revealing her smooth body. Her porcelain-white skin was stained with blood, like a camellia flower blooming in the snow, with a breathtaking beauty.
Yu Bai was shocked by this scene and subconsciously closed his eyes, feeling that even looking at him was an insult.
Mu Miao exclaimed, her voice tinged with pride, "I'm so white."
Song Qi's voice rang out at the same time as his, "This body is too thin, there's a possibility of malnutrition. Specific information will be released after the results from the laboratory."
Yu Bai was brought back to his senses by his cold voice and quickly wrote down these words in his notebook.
Song Qi checked the wound on Mu Miao's chest and subconsciously glanced at the boy he imagined. The boy chattered, his eyes moving around smartly. "That wound looks so deep, hiss... It must be very painful. My waist looks so thin now, it looks so nice to touch..."
Song Qi's eyes were also fixed on that slender waist, and he suddenly said, "Indeed."
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I saw some little angels saying they wanted to see a cute little vampire. Hahahaha I like that too~
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