After being killed by the author who wrote fanfiction [Korean Entertainment]

If you can't threaten me, I will not change my words. I will still tell the whole truth to the police. Bian Boxian can only choose to testify. "

“The public security organs are not where you should dabble as a broker,” she said. “Compared to getting headlines for testifying, being reported by the media for refusing to testify is more negative/negative news.”

Che Zaizhi's face was as white as a piece of paper, as if he hadn't recovered from the "demonstration" just now, his thumb was still twitching unnaturally, he hid his hands behind his back, and said coldly: "Are you forcing We, you are threatening Baekhyun!"

"Yes," Jian Wuyu raised her eyebrows and smiled gratifiedly, "You finally understand."

The car was speechless for a moment.

There is no way to move it with emotion and reason, and it seems that there is no way to threaten Jian Wuyu by force. In this case, Che Zaizhi can only choose to compromise, a temporary compromise.

He has to report to his superiors, make too many preparations, and contact too many people, so that he has no time to settle accounts with Jian Wuyu here.

The hot and steaming tea on the coffee table has subsided.

Che Zaizhi urged the police station to release Bian Boxian as quickly as possible. Fortunately, Bian Boxian was directly involved in a case related to Jian Wuyu, and Jian Wuyu's case was a public security case. The circumstances were not serious and simple. Make notes carefully, submit the deposit card as evidence, and then you can leave.

The next thing to do is to leave it to the professionals—the police.

After Jian Wuyu finished recording the transcript, she met Bian Baekhyun in the corridor who had also completed the recording. She leaned against the wall and raised one leg to block Bian Baekhyun's way: "Aren't you going to sue me?"

Bian Baekhyun stopped, but still looked at the phone, and replied without raising his head, "You really want to?"

"It's not me, it's your manager who really wants to send me to the detention center for a few days," Jian Wuyu stood up straight, "After all, I have caused damage to your interests that I can't imagine."

She deliberately bit down on the pronunciation of the word "unimaginable", making fun of it deliberately.

Bian Boxian finally raised his eyes and glanced at Jian Wuyu. He put down his phone and raised the corner of his mouth rarely, but his eyes were still cold: "You really can't imagine the consequences of being dragged into me by you."

Jian Wuyu shrugged: "You were not dragged into this by me."

Bian Baekhyun snorted softly, wrinkled his nose, and drooped his eyelids contemptuously.

"Bian Boxian," Jian Wuyu stroked his chin and squinted his eyes like a cunning fox who sees through all calculations but is also full of evil. There is nothing so cheap in the world."

Bian Boxian's eyelids twitched, but he was still calm, even raising his eyes at a natural speed, not to mention the blankness in his eyes and tone: "I don't know what you're talking about."

Jian Wuyu was not in a hurry: "It's my fault, I should be more detailed."

"You don't want to go against the wishes of your company and your agent on the surface, but you want to testify, so in order to avoid the conflict between the two, you transfer the contradiction to me," she said smoothly, without any reason Annoyed at being used, "Now it's me forcing you to testify that I am a villain and you are an innocent victim."

Bian Baekhyun looked at her, he didn't seem to bother to use a mask to disguise, he raised his eyebrows and admitted: "You can treat this as a deal, you have to do it if you want me to testify."

Jian Wuyu smiled instead of anger: "Are you asking me to take the blame?"

Bian Boxian imitated Jian Wuyu's appearance of not wanting to be beaten, he spread his hands, the corners of his mouth curled up, his cold brows and eyes showed stubborn emotions: "This is a win-win situation."

"Bian Boxian," Jian Wuyu clasped his hands dissatisfiedly, "I'm too poor at studying, I'm much smarter than you."

She spread her hands: "But I admit, it's a win-win situation."

Jian Wuyu thought for a while, and said, "Because the cooperation is pleasant, I want to remind—just a reminder, Bian Boxian, you should pay attention to your property. It is not normal for high-end communities to have such obvious dead spots for monitoring."

There was neither doubt nor surprise on Bian Boxian's face: "I know."

He said with pent-up fatigue and helplessness: "But if it is repaired, there will be another place. If the property staff is changed, there is no guarantee that the new property staff will do anything."

It may not be common to get information about homeowners from the property, but there will always be some powerful staff who want to trade power for money.

The gray industry chain behind this is tiny, secretive and stubborn.

Behind the rules is the summary of countless experiences. It seems that Bian Boxian's artist career is more difficult than Jian Wuyu imagined.If it was Jian Wuyu, she wouldn't bear it. People who are going to die within a year have to swallow their anger, it's too embarrassing.

However, Bian Boxian is a public figure after all, and he is still a person who can only live one life and is far from dying. To endure the calm for a while, what the old man said is indeed true.

Jian Wuyu nodded, and said in a sympathetic tone, "It's because I didn't think enough."

Bian Baekhyun glanced at her: "It's okay, thank you."

He hesitated for a moment, then spoke in a low voice: "Internet violence exists in any country, and South Korea too. If my fans attack you personally after the case is exposed——"

Jian Wuyu blinked: "The topic changed so suddenly?"

She looked into Baekhyun's black and clear eyes and smiled: "One, I'm sorry I said earlier that cyber violence in South Korea is particularly serious, and two, if it really affects my life, I will sue them, you don't have to worry. "

Bian Baekhyun exhaled, and said angrily, "I'm not worried about you."

"Then are you afraid that your fans will be sued by me?" Jian Wuyu nodded, "Indeed, I hold a grudge, and I will try my best to sue everyone before I die. You can continue to worry about your fans .”

The lights in the corridor are bright, the car at the end is talking with someone, the voice is very low, and the policemen passing by are in a hurry, so a strange and silent magnetic field is formed between the two.

"You have been." After looking at each other for a long time, Bian Boxian broke the silence, "Do you chat with people like this?"

Jian Wuyu shook his head: "It depends on your mood."

"You don't have to worry too much about online violence," she added, "I guess you won't be able to sue a few people until you die."

What he said was unintentional, but the listener did. Bian Boxian slowly put down his phone, stared at the woman leaning half against the wall in front of him, and asked in a deep voice, "Why?"

Jian Wuyu changed his leaning position, and said perfunctorily, "Why, people don't know when they will die."

Bian Boxian didn't believe it.

The person in front of him seemed to have a supernatural calmness towards death, as if death was commonplace, and there must be a reason for being able to say "I died twice because of you", a reason related to him.

"I don't know if I can see the day when the sentence was pronounced." Jian Wuyu stretched out a few slender fingers, breaking them one by one in the dazzling white light, "Case filing, investigation, review, trial, There are three agencies involved, and the process is so complicated—”

Bian Baekhyun interrupted her: "It's started again."

"Huh? What do you mean?"

Bian Boxian was not polite: "Too many words."

"...I know," Jian Wuyu withdrew his hand and glared at him, "but talking is the only joy I have left. If you can show a little respect for my hobbies, we will get along more happily."

Baekhyun just looked at her.

"OK," Jian Wuyu sighed, "I know you don't want to have a good time with me, and neither do I, but since we're going to talk now, why not—"

Bian Boxian looked serious: "You speak mixed English and Korean."

Jian Wuyu stood up straight at once, and now she really wanted to have a good argument with the person in front of her: "Korean itself borrows a lot of foreign words—"

Bian Baekhyun nodded, the most ruthless sincerity in the eyes of the beautiful dog: "I know, but I don't like it when you say it."

Obviously Bian Baekhyun's ability to imitate is not fake, but Jian Wuyu doesn't feel that she is as inferior as he is—does she have it?

"... Bian Boxian," Jian Wuyu pressed his tongue against the palate for a while, licked all the teeth one by one, put his hands on his hips, and responded in the same sincere tone, "I still appreciate your ugly face and less talk at the beginning. that way."

"You used to be my illegitimate fan, you liked my body or other things," Bian Baekhyun gave her a shallow glance, and changed the subject, "But you are not interested in me, whether it is before or after."

Jian Wuyu showed a narrow smile: "Bian Boxian, you are the one who pays attention to these things."

"You don't understand me," Bian Baekhyun countered without changing his expression, "I didn't realize that you are a talkative person. When we met at the autograph event, you were completely different from what you are now."

Jian Wuyu raised her eyebrows: "Oh, what was I like before?"

Bian Baekhyun seemed to remember something, but he just shook his head and said, "I don't really understand."

Jian Wuyu clapped her hands: "How lucky, we don't know each other, and what's even more fortunate, we won't know each other in the future."

This is another sentence that Bian Baekhyun can't understand, but this kind of situation occurs frequently in the short ten hours of acquaintance, and he is forced to get used to it.

Bian Boxian leaned against the wall in the same posture as Jian Wuyu, turned his face and glanced at Jian Wuyu: "There is a problem, although you have amnesia, your preferences should not have changed, so your ideal type is still me , but you have absolutely no such performance.”

"I have," Jian Wuyu replied without thinking, "When I first saw you, I was briefly absent-minded, didn't you see that?"

"what?"

"Because you look good, I'm a nympho," Jian Wuyu sighed, "You insist on me telling it."

"I heard that you went to my house to commit suicide," Bian Baekhyun was used to speaking with Jian Wuyu, and cut off the topic freely, "The blades and letters I saw at that time were your preparations for suicide.