Welcome to the world of strange dreams

"We need to investigate further." Luo Zhao emphasized this sentence repeatedly.

"I understand." Mr. Zhuang said, "Don't worry, not a single word will be heard outside this room. But you must promise me that you will investigate thoroughly, and you must not wrongly accuse good people, nor let bad people go."

Luo Zhao nodded solemnly.

He has a good reputation, and the old people in the bureau all know him and know that he always keeps his word, so Mr. Zhuang doesn't say much.

Luo Zhao looked at the green dot in the bottle again and asked, "Is it this big?"

"It's very small, so small that it's invisible." Mr. Zhuang explained, "It's wrapped in many layers of harmless fluorescent biogel, so it can be identified with the naked eye. Fortunately, you found it in time, I had the right tools at hand, and I was lucky. It happened to be in a good place, not stuck in dangerous and immobile places like the heart and brain."

As he said that, he looked Luo Zhao up and down and said, "You are a lucky guy."

"It's better to say that good prevails over evil." Luo Zhao shook the bottle. "Is it possible to put it in a safe and easy-to-carry container? I still need this thing on her."

Without looking back, he raised his thumb and pointed to the room behind him.

"I really owe you. With my status and position in the martial arts world, do I have to do manual work for a kid?" Mr. Zhuang said dissatisfiedly, "My hands are used for high-end surgeries and are worth tens of millions. In the end, I make toys for you."

Having said that, he brought the bottle over.

"Can you hurry up?" Luo Zhao knew he was pushing things too far, so he scratched his ear awkwardly and explained, "Otherwise, if she leaves a certain range, the other party will notice her."

"Come here and draw your blood." Old Zhuang took out another syringe and said to Luo Zhao.

what?

"What? Once this thing is opened, it needs to be alive, otherwise it will soon stop working. After removing the bio-gel, it must be wrapped with blood."

While explaining, Mr. Zhuang drew some blood from Luo Zhao.

Then he carefully placed the blood in a bottle the size of a fingernail, flattened to only two or three millimeters thick, and then sealed the bottle.

All of this has to be done under a microscope.

He looked old, but his hands were so steady, without even the slightest tremor. Even Luo Zhao could not match him.

"The material of this is quite hard. It can't be broken by smashing or burning. It can only be destroyed by liquid nitrogen at minus 200 degrees." He handed the bottle to Luo Zhao, "You can make a necklace or something and let her wear it."

Luo Zhao was a little dumbfounded.

He really wanted to remove this thing from Fu Minghui, but he also needed Fu Minghui to carry it with him. But taking his blood card and giving it to a girl, isn't the implication too much?

And because it is so small, it really looks like a weird ornament.

It's all bloody inside now, and the little thing can't be seen with the naked eye.

Although he didn't have any other ideas, this thing was like sending a token of love, and it was very intimate and ambiguous.

"That girl likes you." Old man is very experienced. Although Mr. Zhuang is the kind of person who is obsessed with medicine, he also saw it at once. "If you do this and say this, she will cherish this thing, you know? And she will hide it and not show it to others. In this way, even the confidentiality work is saved. As for the misunderstanding, can't we explain it later? What is more important than her life, more important than her supernatural power? Don't you think so? You kid, why can't you think straight?"

Luo Zhao thought so too.

Seeing that he agreed and turned to leave, Mr. Zhuang smiled a little: See, he can work and solve personal problems at the same time, only he can kill two birds with one stone, that kid Luo Zhao can just be happy in the future.

Just as Luo Zhao expected, when Fu Minghui got the blood card, he was so surprised that he was speechless.

"What kind of black technology is this?" She was extremely puzzled. "What is the red thing? Paint? A signal light? Or some kind of glowing tube?"

Just like her location ring.

But this new device looks less plasticky and more refined... well, or rather, exquisitely weird.

"It's... my blood." Luo Zhao looked calm, but God knows how embarrassed he was.

Fu Minghui was even more shocked, and froze there. He held the blood card between his fingers, his eyes wide open, his mouth slightly open, and he neither put the blood card around his neck nor returned it.

If it weren't for Luo Zhao's unwavering willpower, which allowed him to distinguish between reality and illusion in most cases, he would have thought that what he was facing was not a real person, but a 3D holographic video screen that was stuck.

After a slight hesitation, he simply took the blood card back and, since it was made into the shape of a necklace, he hung it directly around Fu Minghui's neck.

He pointed to her loose turtleneck sweater and said, "Put it inside your clothes."

It just means that I don't want people to see it.

But this... this, what does this mean?

I have heard of blood donation in online news. Most of the time it happens between lovers, who are so in love that they can't express their love anymore, so they give each other a special vow.

People who do this are actually a bit crazy.

Or the kind with a dark style, which is totally inconsistent with Luo Zhao, a serious, introverted man who pursues discipline and order, and a quiet and beautiful river-like man.

Also, is this a confession?

No way, he didn't show anything unusual normally? Could it be that he was so reserved and sultry, like she had a crush on him, and he actually had a crush on her too?

The human brain is truly amazing. In just the blink of an eye, Fu Minghui had already imagined a lot of things.

Looking at her expression, Luo Zhao knew that she had misunderstood. But this kind of behavior was inevitable, wasn't it?

He wanted to find an excuse, but his brain was blocked and he couldn't think straight.

Fu Minghui mechanically opened his collar and stuffed the blood card into his clothes. He said with a look of sudden enlightenment, "I see. This mission is quite dangerous, and your blood is full of yang energy, so you put it in my house to calm my soul?"

Luo Zhao secretly breathed a sigh of relief and nodded.

What a good subordinate, he even thought of an excuse for him. With this ability, he can indeed be promoted to a regular employee, but for her sake, he should not do so for the time being...

But her ability to use her imagination and come to this kind of understanding saved him a lot of trouble.

It just felt a little weird, or awkward, or ambiguous, after all, she was keeping something containing his blood close to her body.

Fu Minghui also shuddered almost imperceptibly: Ouch, what material is this? The temperature is a bit too low, as if putting a piece of ice on my warm skin.

Then suddenly, she felt a numbness on the back of her head, and it was as if she was numb in an instant. This made her lose her balance for a moment, and she quickly grabbed Luo Zhao's arm.

I don’t like reading when I see readers say that the hero and heroine have physical contact and that the heroine has pink bubbles in her heart.

But I think this is normal. If you don't have any feelings for someone of the opposite sex, you won't react to physical contact.

Besides, I like CP and romance, there’s nothing I can do about it.