probably not possible

In the evening of March, it was getting dark early, and the lights inside and outside Chengyun Mental Hospital were turned on one after another.

Street lamps outside the hospital cast a cool, bright white light, making the road look as clear as day.

The lights in the building are warm beige.Looking from a distance, the off-white light through the windows outlines a peaceful feeling that is different from the day at night.

Footsteps sounded in the silent corridor. Among the several footsteps, the footsteps produced by a pair of leather shoes were particularly crisp and loud.

Masahiro Murakami, who was wearing a white coat, paused and looked down at the high-end Italian leather shoes on his feet.

Behind him, the three young people who were also wearing white coats but wearing soft-soled shoes also stopped in their tracks.

If it weren't for the particularly prominent sound of leather shoes, the four of them would look no different from ordinary medical staff rounding the ward.

However, medical staff who stand and walk all day will never be brainless enough to wear leather shoes to work. No matter how comfortable leather shoes are worn for a day, their feet will be worn out and bleed.

Dr. Quan Zhenghuan, one of the three escorts, leaned over with a smile, and spoke Japanese fluently: "Mr. Murakami, it doesn't matter, there are no idlers in this area."

Indeed, they met no one along the way.

Murakami let out a "huh" with his nostrils, pulled his tie, straightened his stomach, put his hands in the pockets of his white coat, put on an arrogant expression like a big doctor, and continued to step on his leather shoes "click" Go forward.

A group of people came to the door at the end of the corridor marked "Activity Room". Dr. Quan Zhenghuan quickly stepped forward and took out the key to open the door. He bent down and made a "please" gesture with one hand to signal Murakami to enter.

Masahiro Murakami walked in, and Quan Zhenghuan immediately followed and closed the door.

Dr. Quan's two assistants stood outside the door, one on the left and the other on the right, guarding the door like two squatting door gods.

When they entered, only a small light was turned on in the activity room. After entering, Quan Zhenghuan reached out and pressed the switch on the wall, turning on all the lights, and the room was suddenly brightened.

Masahiro Murakami's eyes suddenly saw the strong light, and he was very uncomfortable. He closed his eyes subconsciously and frowned at the same time.

Quan Zhenghuan hurriedly accompanied Xiaoxin: "I'm really sorry, I was too impatient. Please slowly open your eyes slowly."

Masahiro Murakami opened his eyes, exhaled, rolled his eyes at the doctor, and said impatiently, "No need, let's see the goods first."

At this moment, the "goods" in their mouths are placed in the center of the activity room.

In an activity room in Nuoda, the light-colored wooden floor is shining, and the area of ​​more than 50 square meters is empty, except for a flat bed in the center, like an isolated island in the sea.

There is a humanoid figure on a flat bed, covered with a white hospital sheet.

Masahiro Murakami frowned: "Is he dead?"

Quan Zhenghuan smiled: "Of course it's alive, it's just a little medicine." He walked forward quickly, stretched out his hand and lifted the white sheet with a "wow", revealing the young male body under the sheet.

The man's face was covered with a thin white cloth, covering his facial features, and he only wore a pair of underwear on his body.He is quite tall, with almost perfect proportions, an inverted triangle figure, broad shoulders, thin waist and long legs.

Masahiro Murakami's eyes lit up.This figure, tsk tsk.

As he walked towards the "cargo", he asked, "Who is it? An actor, a model?"

Quan Zhenghuan secretly scolded Murakami for not being ignorant of the rules, how can anyone ask the "goods" to the bottom, and smiled along with him: "I don't know about this, it seems not."

Murakami Masahiro had already walked in front of the "cargo", lowered his head and looked carefully.

The young men who are "goods" are normally thin, with smooth muscle lines, giving people the feeling of being strong and lean. They are as elegant and agile as a cheetah, not as strong as a buffalo after over-exercising in the gym.

Masahiro Murakami put his aging hands on this young body, feeling the vigorous vitality under the youthful muscles and bones.

The skin is so smooth and the muscles so tight.

"What a beautiful body." Murakami admired. He had seen many "goods", but he had never seen such a high-quality one.

"Just as long as you are satisfied." Quan Zhenghuan picked up the folder on the side of the flat bed, took out the "goods" medical examination report, and showed it to Masahiro Murakami: "Both kidneys are very healthy, and they match Mr. Yamada perfectly. Guarantee that after Mr. Yamada is replaced with these two kidneys, the vitality of his body will still be the same as that of a young man."

Masahiro Murakami quickly flipped through the medical examination report. In fact, this is an unnecessary procedure. Before he came, this set of materials had been carefully reviewed more than once by the Japanese medical staff.The purpose of his coming is to confirm with his own eyes whether the goods are healthy enough and normal.

"Not really mentally ill?"

"Of course not, please rest assured that the goods are 'sane' and 'sane'." Quan Zhenghuan laughed, and added in his heart: In fact, this 'sane' and 'sane' guy is better than the average mental patient. It's much more scary.

Masahiro Murakami nodded. In fact, it can be seen from the physical condition. This person should be physically and mentally healthy. This body can be seen to exercise regularly, otherwise it is impossible to have such a good shape.The vast majority of mental patients cannot maintain normal self-awareness, and their bodies are either thin or obese, or have various pharmacological unhealthy conditions.

It stands to reason that the process of looking at goods should be over at this point, but it may be that Masahiro Murakami is too satisfied with this body, so he can't help but want to see what kind of face such a body has. Still stunning?

Masahiro Murakami reached out and lifted the thin white cloth from the young man's face.

Quan Zhenghuan thought "Garden" in his heart, wanted to stop it but it was too late, he cursed in his heart, and laughed softly: "Mr. Murakami, look at this according to the rules..."

According to the rules, you never look at the face when you look at the goods.

Murakami Masahiro didn't hear what Quan Zhenghuan was saying at all, all he could see was the face exposed under the white thin cloth.

The young man has thick hair, a smooth forehead, good-looking ears, delicate eyebrows, and eyes...the eyes are closed, but you can also see that they are beautifully shaped.His eyelashes are very long, the bridge of his nose is straight, and his lips are sexy. From his forehead and browbones to his nose and lips to his chin and neck, his profile is very smooth and beautiful, and even his Adam's apple exudes a strong masculine charm.

How old is he? 30 years old? 32? 33?

It doesn't matter how old you are, just like the figure of this person, the lines of this person's face are almost perfect, like a sculpture.

If I had to be picky, the man's face was a little thin, so that the lines of the cheekbones were clearly visible, but this only strengthened his masculinity, made him more masculine, more sexy and attractive.

As a man, if God allows him to choose his face and figure, Masahiro Murakami hopes that he can grow up to look like the man in front of him, not a cent more, not a cent less.

Quan Zhenghuan sighed, it really was this reaction, this face like a disaster.For the first time, he made a tough move in front of the Japanese guests, covering the young man's face with the white thin cloth that Murakami lifted up.The moment he covered it with a thin cloth, Quan Zhenghuan saw the young man's eyelids move, trembling twice as if in a dream.

The thin cloth fell, blocking Murakami Masahiro's sight, and also made him wake up.

"I lost my composure." Masahiro Murakami smiled for the first time, "I really didn't expect it to be such an excellent product."

"Of course, Mr. Yamada used it himself, so how dare we not be careless." Quan Zhenghuan quickly covered the white sheet on the young and healthy body.

Masahiro Murakami withdrew his eyes from the body, with a slightly obscene expression, and said in a casual tone: "It's a pity that such a beautiful product is only developed for one purpose. You have never thought of other uses." method?"

Quan Zhenghuan didn't understand what he meant for a while, and echoed: "Yes, the heart and liver are also very healthy, and the health of all organs is close to perfection. The least wasteful way."

Masahiro Murakami coughed, and could only explain: "I didn't mean that. You know, in this world, there are still many important people who like beautiful men."

Quan Zhenghuan suddenly realized, while cursing the Japanese old man in front of him as dirty, he firmly assured: "Absolutely not, this body has not been touched by anyone, it is absolutely clean and healthy."

It's not that those big men with special hobbies in Chengyun City suddenly changed their ways, but that this beautiful cargo is really famous, and those who know his great achievements can't have any other thoughts about him.

Masahiro Murakami was very satisfied with Kwon Jung-hwan's answer, and immediately made a decision: "We want this product from Yamada's family, and we will transfer the money in a while, and the price will be increased by 50.00%. But there is one condition, do not damage the goods. When we receive the goods in Japan, I don’t want to see any scars on his body, not even scratching the skin. You Koreans don’t know how to appreciate beauty, and it’s most appropriate to appreciate such a work of art before developing its practical value.”

Quan Zhenghuan took a deep breath and continued to laugh: "You are right, but I am just the person who is responsible for accompanying you to see the goods. I will pass on your opinion to Secretary Cui."

"That's not necessary, I'll tell him myself." Murakami Masahiro said with a smile, "What I'm telling you is that you must pay attention to the quality of the goods during the storage of the goods. Don't let him get hurt, and don't overdo it." If you use drugs, Mr. Yamada will be upset if you make him stupid or hurt him. In that case, your Chairman Zhao will also be unhappy."

"Yes, yes, I understand. Please go this way." Quan Zhenghuan bowed and led the Japanese guests towards the door, sweating and relieved at the same time.

Although the Japanese guests made extra demands, the business was concluded after all.

The crisp and loud sound of leather shoes slowly walked towards the door, and the door of the activity room opened with a "squeak".

Someone reached out and turned off the light in the room. After two "pops", all the light in the room disappeared and plunged into darkness.

The door of the activity room was gently closed, with the sound of the lock spring turning and the sound of keys being inserted and removed.

The sound of "click click" leather shoes went away together with the other sounds of footsteps.

The owner of the body under the sheet, Mao Taijiu, moved his fingers with difficulty.

He had already woken up when the Japanese put his hands on his body, but he was only conscious, his limbs were still numb, and he couldn't do anything except his eyelids would shake twice.

To be touched by that person was like being touched by some kind of cold reptile.

He also heard all their conversations, Mao Taijiu is proficient in Japanese.

"To harvest organs from me like those useless and lowly people?"

Moreover, the old Japanese man's language also contained other meanings, a very obscene and dirty meaning.

"I'm still too soft. Why should I smash the heads of those who are weak and unable to resist?"

What should be smashed are the two people who were playing with him like a piece of dead meat just now, the doctor Quan, the Japanese named Murakami, and President Zhao, Secretary Cui and Mr. Yamada behind them.

Cold anger surged from Mao Taijiu's chest.

In this silent darkness, Mao Taijiu heard his heart beating, and he relaxed, so powerful and strong.

At the same time, he also felt that his limbs and body were so weak.

People are knives and I am fish...so that's how it feels.

Intense anger, secret fear and traces of regret impacted Mao Taijiu's body and mind at the same time. Transparent sweat gushed out from his forehead drop by drop like tears, flowed down his temples, and soaked into his hair.