After putting everything into the trunk in the parking lot, Duan Mo reached out to Lu Wuchuan: "Give me the key."
Lu Wuchuan patted her palm and said, "Don't think I'm so weak." After saying that, he turned around and walked forward, preparing to get in the car.
"You still have to work when you go back, so I'd better drive."
"Get in the car quickly, or I'll throw you here."
It was a quiet night in the funeral home. Duanmo subconsciously looked around, shuddered, and trotted up to the passenger seat.
The black SUV drove out of the gate of the funeral home in a flash, turned two corners and entered the main road. Neither of them spoke, they were just so quiet.
The steel market that I passed by when I came here has now faded away from the hustle and bustle, and the neon lights with missing strokes are blinking on and off, which means that the prosperity has faded and the color has been lost.
Duanmo had a lot of questions to ask, but Lu Wuchuan kept a sullen face, so she couldn't ask directly. After thinking about it, she took out two chocolates from her backpack and shook them in front of Lu Wuchuan's face: "Do you want to eat?"
"No, are you hungry?" Lu Wuchuan asked. He had been busy since the afternoon and had forgotten to eat.
"A little bit, but I don't have much appetite." I just watched an autopsy, so it's strange that I have an appetite.
Duan Mo peeled off half of the chocolate wrapping paper and handed it to Lu Wuchuan's hand on the steering wheel: "Eat a piece. Chocolate can not only replenish energy, but also make people feel better."
Lu Wuchuan took the chocolate and put it into his mouth. It had a light bitterness with a rich aroma, and the taste was delicate and smooth. It seemed to be pretty good.
Duanmo put another piece of chocolate into his mouth and deliberately smacked his mouth twice: "Hmm~~ It's really full of happiness!"
Lu Wuchuan glanced at her sideways and said, "Go to sleep for a while. I'll call you when we get there."
"I don't want it, what if you drag me into a ravine and sell me." Duanmo curled his lips.
Lu Wuchuan snorted coldly: "Just you? It won't be enough to sell it in the mountains. I won't do a loss-making business."
Duan Mo didn't mind his venomous tongue at all, and said with a smile: "Actually, you can't bear to part with me, right? It's hard to find a subordinate who is as smart, capable and well-behaved as me, even with a lantern."
"I used the wrong adjective. It should be clumsy, stubborn and willful." Lu Wuchuan said this, but in his heart, he really couldn't bear to part with it, but not as a subordinate.
"If you say that, doesn't your conscience hurt?"
"Won't."
Duanmo raised his forehead and said, "Lijun Lu, can I ask you a question?"
"explain."
"The leader was in a bad mood. I wanted to make him happy, but he ended up chatting to death. Do you think my life is a failure?"
How could Lu Wuchuan not know her intention? He just wanted to see what other tricks the little girl had.
He deliberately thought for a moment before saying: "It's not a complete failure. There is a good way. You can give it a try."
"What can be done?"
"When a person's certain wishes are satisfied, his mood will naturally be happy."
"Then what do you wish for, Army?" Duan Mo asked, tilting his head.
Lu Wuchuan didn't even think about it and replied: "World peace."
"Lu Jun, you're chatting to death again!" Duan Mo scratched his head.
Lu Wuchuan said: "You should ask me if there is any wish you can help me realize."
"Okay, let me ask again." Duan Mo cleared his throat, "Lu Lie, do you have any wishes that I can help you realize?"
"I said it, can you agree?"
"As long as it's not anti-human or anti-social, it's within my capabilities." Duan Mo thought for a while and added, "On the premise that I don't have any personal losses, it's okay."
"Keep your word?"
"Of course."
Lu Wuchuan pursed his thin lips and said, "Momo."
"Hey! You told me not to call me that." Duan Mo suddenly became furious.
"Is it anti-human and anti-social? Is there any personal loss to you?"
"Why do you have to worry about my name?"
"It's fun."
"Forget it, you should just continue to be autistic." Duanmo turned his head to look out the window and ignored him.
As the car drove into the city center of Qinghe City, Lu Wuchuan glanced at the little girl and said, "In exchange, I can also grant you a wish."
Duan Mo had the intention to ignore him, but it was really uncomfortable to hold a lot of questions in her stomach. She took a deep breath and said, "You are not allowed to tell others."
"Deal." Lu Wuchuan's lips curled up slightly. A good start is half the battle.
"Then it's your turn to fulfill my wish."
"What wish?"
"Answer me a few questions."
Lu Wuchuan knew she would say this, so he parked the car in front of a restaurant that was still open: "Let's talk after dinner."
"I don't want to eat it."
"You have to eat even if you don't want to. Who said I was obedient and obedient?"
What does it mean to dig a hole and jump into it yourself? This is it.
Duanmo got out of the car helplessly.
Business in the restaurant is good, it's already past ten o'clock, and there are still several tables of customers. You can still see the busy figure of the chef through the glass window. Above the glass window is a recipe with pictures and texts, specializing in various smoked marinades and home-cooked dishes.
Looking at the shiny sauced pig's trotters, roasted chicken, and smoked fish on the display table, Duanmo not only lost the appetite he should have had in the past, but felt a lump in his throat. An autopsy was different from seeing a corpse on site, and it was more vivid.
Specifically, it is also more lethal to appetite.
Fortunately, Lu Wuchuan's taste was relatively light, so they ordered two green vegetables and two bowls of noodles.
Duan Mo reluctantly ate half of the bowl and put down his chopsticks. Seeing that Lu Wuchuan also only ate more than half of the bowl, he lowered his voice and asked, "Liant Lu, why do you eat so little? Didn't it say that doctors can chew chicken legs just like corpses?" No way.
Because I lose my appetite after dissecting a corpse.
"That's something only Lao Zhong can do." Lu Wuchuan wiped his mouth with a tissue, "My bad appetite is not because of the dissection."
"Because of that person named Lin?" Thinking of that person, Duan Mo felt angry.
"Let's go, he said in the car." Lu Wuchuan went to the service counter to pay the bill, and bought two bottles of water by the way.
Duan Mo wanted to drive, but was rejected again. After getting in the car, she couldn't wait to ask: "Lu Lie, Zhou Zheng didn't die suddenly, right?"
Lu Wuchuan started the car and asked, "Why are you so sure?"
"If it was really a sudden death, you wouldn't be so angry." After several months of getting along with each other, Duan Mo felt that although he was sometimes unstable, he had never been like this. Especially those last few words he said to Lin Zhiyong.
When she did, she saw his clenched fist.
"I'm angry because the autopsy process was too perfunctory. The chest was not fully opened and the organs were not peeled off. I opened the incision and looked through it a few times. This can't even be called an autopsy." Lu Wuchuan's face turned a little pale when he mentioned this.