The Genius Female Forensic Pathologist, The Psychological Anatomist-Chapter 222
(1) Desensitization to Hugs
After three months of effort, Fang Rui and Mu Mian finally managed to hug each other for a staggering three minutes.
But only once.
That one time was because Fang Rui was sick with a cold, lying in bed like a corpse.
However, Fang Rui quickly discovered a bug in Mu Mian's tactile sensitivity—if he pretended to be a corpse, Mu Mian would hug him for a longer time.
But one can't stay still pretending to be a corpse forever.
After a while, Mu Mian noticed Fang Rui's body temperature rising and his heart rate speeding up.
"Fang Rui, corpses should be cold, but you're too hot!" Mu Mian complained.
"......"
"Your heart is beating way too fast!"
"......"
"Fang Rui, why don't you explain yourself?"
"Corpses don't talk!" Fang Rui replied in a hoarse voice.
Later, Mu Mian gradually accepted the "corpse version" of Fang Rui—warm and with a heartbeat. Eventually, she accepted the "living version" of Fang Rui. In time, she fell in love with the feeling of hugging.
"Fang Rui, I'm in a bad mood, I need to hug you."
"Fang Rui, Li the Coroner took my corpse, I need to hug you."
"Fang Rui, seeing Officer Zhang made me think of Chen Xue, I need to hug you."
Wang and Officer Zhang were speechless, "Mu Mian, is Fang Rui a human battery? Why do you hug him and instantly feel recharged?"
Mu Mian's catchphrase became, "Fang Rui, I'm out of power, I need a recharge."
(2) The Birthday Gift
One day, finally, it was Fang Rui's birthday, and Mu Mian presented the long-planned birthday gift.
She wrapped the gift exquisitely, creating a sense of anticipation, but completely impossible to guess what was inside.
Full of anticipation, Fang Rui opened the large box on the table, only to find another beautifully wrapped box inside. He opened that one, only to find another box... After opening five boxes, he finally saw the gift's true face—a plain, unremarkable hourglass.
The design was simple, transparent glass filled with fine, white sand.
"It's beautiful, the sand inside is especially pure and white," Fang Rui complimented it wholeheartedly, then asked, "What does it symbolize?"
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"Fang Rui, do you know what an hourglass represents?"
"Could the sand inside be diamond dust? Does it symbolize eternal love?" Fang Rui suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.
Mu Mian corrected him gravely, "It represents time."
"But it's a countdown."
Giving a countdown as a birthday present—wasn't that like a death countdown?
Too inauspicious!
Mu Mian froze for a few seconds, then snatched the hourglass, "I got it wrong, this isn't the gift, I have to give you a new one!"
Mu Mian was flustered—it was already so late, all the stores were closed, and she couldn't buy a new gift. What could she give Fang Rui? She couldn't give him a specimen—it would be too distressing.
"No need for a gift, just give me a kiss."
"But after the kiss, it's over, and there's no evidence that I gave you a gift."
"Then you can kiss me every day."
"Can I kiss you three times? I like the number three more."
(3) The Missing Five Corpses on the Resume
One day, Fang Rui suddenly thought of Mu Mian's resume. He asked curiously, "Did you write that resume yourself?"
"Yes, I spent a long, long time writing it. I even left a huge puzzle on it to ensure the chief would definitely hire me."
"What are those five human corpses you didn't list?"
"Are you curious?" Mu Mian asked Fang Rui, "Come closer, I'll tell you secretly."
Fang Rui leaned in to hear her say, "You're so silly. The other five corpses were mixed-race, so we couldn't tell their ethnicity."
"......"
(Four) The Pre-Set Baby
A long time later, long after Wang found a new partner and got married, even having a pair of adorable twin babies.
Watching the soft, squishy babies, Mu Mian really wanted to beg Wang to give her a baby.
If it weren't illegal, she might have even considered stealing one.
"Mu Mian, if you like babies so much, you can have one with Fang Rui," Wang suggested.
Mu Mian shook her head, "No way! What if the baby I have isn't cute?"
"No, you two are so good-looking, your baby will definitely be cute."
Mu Mian sighed, "If only we could set the baby's parameters—appearance, personality, gender... all chosen in advance. Wouldn't that be perfect?"
Fang Rui gently patted her head, interrupting her fantasy, "That idea is dangerous! What's the difference between that and genetic editing? Besides, if we decide everything about the child, what fun would raising a child be?"
On their way home, Mu Mian saw an ad: The latest 2029 robot baby is now available... Families, do you want a perfect baby? Hurry and buy one now!
"Fang Rui."
"Mu Mian, that ad is a scam!"
"Buy one."
"Alright."
The cost of a robot baby was surprisingly low. Even with rapid advancements in artificial intelligence, commercial robots weren't common. The price was so cheap that it made one suspicious of its authenticity.
Mu Mian placed the order, carefully filling out the robot baby's parameter form, then excitedly awaited its arrival.
Three days later, Mu Mian received a large package, with a beautiful card attached:
【Dear Sister, this is a gift for you, I hope you like it.】
Mu Mian tossed the card aside, then excitedly opened the package, revealing a very cute life-like doll, about a meter tall, dressed in a pretty dress.
It was practically a mini version of Mu Mian.
Mu Mian was very satisfied with its appearance. She charged the robot baby.
After booting up, the robot baby opened its beautiful big eyes and gave a stiff smile, "Mom, hello, my name is... I don't have a name yet, what should I be called?"
One day, Mu Mian was watching TV when the robot baby suddenly started dancing around, "Big news, Author Bug Baby has a new story! Click the homepage to read for free. Everyone, come and check it out..."
Mu Mian patted the robot baby's head, puzzled, "Why is it saying such weird things? Has it contracted a virus?"
Fang Rui said, "Robot babies aren't reliable, let's have a real baby instead!"
Suddenly, the sky grew dark, and the lights went out.
