CRIMINAL DOCTORS 2
Author: Liam Michael
last update2025-02-11 17:42:47

Alvin climbed back down and found a mask to cover his nose, in addition to a short broom and brush. He endured another torturous climb up and returned to his initial position.

The space was so compacted that he needed to crawl on his belly like some rat.

Rat! The moment he thought about it, he shuddered at the thought of a little rodent jumping on him. He shook his head, suppressing the disgust he felt, and used the broom to carefully sweep dirty matters aside, while also removing cobwebs to make a way for himself.

Soon, he arrived at the spot indicated on the digital map as the room he was looking for.

“System, is there something that I can use to see what's going on down there. Like an X-ray vision of some sort.” He said in his mind, sweating heavily.

He felt like someone in an oven, there was no source of air circulation in there, making his body look like steamed dumplings.

“There's an X-ray vision glass available indeed. You can have it, consider it a bonus from the
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  • YOU'RE THE WORST HYPOCRITE

    “No!” Murong Wuque suddenly pulled his hand away, shivering all over. He stared at the palm that had been stroking him wide eyed, almost as if he broke free from a trance. He looked startled, full of disbelief. His normally icy expression was full of pain and self loathing. He slapped himself, shaking his head in denial. Alvin, who had noticed the withdrawal, opened his eyes, only to see him slapping himself. He immediately sat upright. “Wuque, what's wrong? What are you doing?” Murong Wuque tried to slap himself again, but Alvin caught his hand pulling him closer to the tub. “What the hell are you doing? Why are you hurting yourself?” “Because I have gone insane. I can't believe the images playing out in my mind. I can't believe I almost did that kind of thing.” He kept shaking his head in denial Pain clouded Alvin's face, then disappointment. “What kind of thing? Stroking me? You said you can. If you were not okay with it, why agree? Now you're making me feel like trash

  • setting a trap

    Murong Wuque's hand went to his pajama strings, untying it with a swift tug, then slowly pulling it off him. Alvin helpfully kicked it off, standing in his underpants, which shamelessly exhibited his six inches of tempting meat. Alvin kept watching him intently, noticing the slight hesitation when he reached for the waistband of his underpants. Murong Wuque suddenly didn't look as comfortable as he initially pretended to be, making him smile. “Why? You're no longer confident? Are you scared? Is your body shaking already?” The goading worked on the unsuspecting Murong Wuque and his jaw tightened defiantly. “Nonsense. Why will I be scared of…” He pulled it off swiftly, and Alvin kicked it off. The movement made his half erect meat to bob. Murong Wuque’s breath caught, but he gritted his teeth, carrying Alvin up like he weighed a feather and gently lowering him into the tub. A smile bloomed on Alvin's face. He had never received baby treatment. Hell, he had no memorie

  • formation completed

    The sound of running feet interrupted Murong Wuque’s rest. Soon, he felt someone shaking him vigorously. He groaned at the familiar hand, and pulled him into his arms. “Iceman, get up.” Alvin's tone was urgent and full of excitement. This forced Murong Wuque to open his eyes. His limbs felt extremely weak and useless. Last night, he had kept tossing and turning, filled with thoughts of Alvin and his recent silent treatment. He didn't even know when he fell asleep, and kept sleeping till now. He felt unnaturally exhausted, probably due to the state of his mind the night before. He looked at Alvin, and the sleepiness vanished. The elusive bunny finally came to see him, and he was smiling so brightly, filled with excitement. On a closer look, lines had begun to appear on Alvin's face, as if he aged over ten years in a night, with eye bags from exhaustion and sleep deprivation. “What happened to you? You look like crap.” “Wuque, I finally made a breakthrough. The for

  • something is missing

    The room was cold and empty. Since that night three days ago, Alvin rarely returned to the room. Breakfast and dinner were served on time, but that was just about it. He would turn around and leave immediately. Murong Wuque felt confused. He didn't know how to apologize for that sort of thing. He could only regret in silence and remind himself the reason silence was the best currency. He turned around in bed. He wasn't used to Alvin avoiding him. Normally, he was the one getting all touchy-feely, looking for opportunities to grope him. He didn't appear to be the kind of person that bore grudges either, yet he had maintained the silent treatment, giving him annoying monosyllabic replies. He sighed as he thought about it. In fact, he had been sighing quite a lot for the past few days. There seemed to be a gaping hole in his heart, and the feeling that something important was missing kept getting more noticeable to him. Without knowing it, he found himself sniffing Alvin's side

  • Don't pretend to be honest

    “Why do you ask?” “Just answer. Have you seen her? ” Alvin looked totally serious, as if considering something important in his mind. “Don't be ridiculous. She disappeared sixty thousand years before I was born. How do you think I will meet her? I have only seen her portraits, statues, apparitions and spiritual consciousness.” “You've seen her spiritual consciousness? Strands of spirits she left?” Murong Wuque nodded. “Exactly. I have seen her twice in two different forbidden grounds of the Murong clan while hunting or treasure hunting, and once in the shrine when I went to greet her during her birth anniversary.” “Did you feel any affinity with her? Or a special connection?” Murong Wuque dropped his chopsticks. “Alvin, what the hell are you planning? Why does it seem like you're fishing for information? Are you planning to steal the artefacts she left? Alvin, I can forget the mistakes of the past but you must never do something that might bring reproach to us. Absolutely no

  • When home becomes too far

    EARTH, Villa number Seven, Alvin's room. Murong Wuque was standing outside again. Alvin had noticed he had begun to zone out more often, staring at the sky. Although he would never admit it, he was feeling homesick, worrying about the current condition of the celestial realm. In his absence, the villains would definitely be running amok, and his subordinates would be having a hard time subduing them. Alvin set down the tray. He was wearing a black suit trouser and apron, revealing his powerful back muscles. He had just returned from an inspection and rushed into the kitchen to make Murong Wuque's dinner. The others ate a long time ago since Martha always made their food on time. As for the both of them, Alvin was always busy and only makes dinner after settling things that needed to be attended to. This night was no exception. Sometimes, he would microwave the food he made in the morning for dinner. However, he had noticed Murong Wuque preferred freshly cooked meals. Of cou

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