Ji Yao, the criminal investigation team leader, came home from work and knocked on the door of his new neighbour’s house. “Doctor, I broke the skin on my finger, and it hurts so much!”
Han Xi: “Sorry, police officer, forensic doctors only see dead people.”
Ji Yao leaned against the door and said, “I’m dead.”
Han Xi quietly watched him act: “Cause of death?”
Ji Yao smiled playfully. “Seduced to death by a certain beauty.”
Han Xi slammed the door. “Get out!”
One day, a long time later, he stood in front of her, and with a bang, a bullet hit his chest.
His breath was weak, but his smile was gentle. “It doesn’t hurt, and I can’t die. Don’t cry.”
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