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

: "You took it."

Stared by Jian Wuyu's eyes, Li Yongzhe straightened his back, and smiled coldly thinking he was very cool: "I have my own way."

Jian Wuyu raised her eyebrows.

This child seemed to be unwilling to give up after finding out that she didn't want to play scumbag love games with him anymore, or her self-esteem was hurt by her, so she kept looking for someone or staring at her personally.

Jian Wuyu picked up the photo with two fingers, and pointed at the man in black with one hand: "Do you know who he is?"

"Your incumbent, your vision is bad enough—" Li Yongzhe saw Jian Wuyu's half-smile expression, his brain immediately became hot, and he stabbed unwillingly, in order to stimulate Jian Wuyu, he was a little unscrupulous, " Hook up with any old man, dare not even take off the mask, are you afraid of seeing people?"

The way Jian Wuyu looked at Li Yongzhe was indescribable.

Li Yongzhe was a little annoyed, but he didn't want to admit defeat: "What's wrong, I'm right, do you feel scared? If you give up, I'm going to find—"

"This old man," Jian Wuyu interrupted him, shaking the photo at her fingertips, her smile gradually widened, "Your senior, Bian Baekhyun."

Li Yongzhe's expression froze for a moment, his eyes uncontrollably fell on the photo at his feet, no, how could it be possible, he didn't believe Jian Wuyu's words, but he believed it, because uncontrollably, his eyes reflected The figure of the man became more and more familiar—Bian, Baekhyun, senior?

"If I were you, I wouldn't choose to throw photos involving my senior's private life on the ground like this. I would burn them all as soon as possible, and chop off the hand that pressed the shutter by the way."

Jian Wuyu took a step back, looked at the mess on the ground, then looked at his watch, and warmly reminded: "The vocal music class in the practice room next door is about to end. You still have about 60 seconds to clean up here. Good luck."

Looking at Jian Wuyu's back, Li Yongzhe's face flushed red.

What the two of them didn't know was that a thin photo slipped through the crack of the door and got into the empty practice room on one side, where it was lying calmly and quietly without any cover.

There are three classes of trainees coming in and out of this practice room today.

The next class is in 10 minutes.

murder scene

The night is heavy, the fog is so thick that it cannot be seen clearly, but something is gradually approaching, and the coolness is attached to the skin with the wind, and it is slightly moist.

Two lights cut through the mist, illuminating the slanting drizzle.

The metal bar under the waist is tight.

A slight tremor came from the ground, as if shivering. I couldn't hear anything, but I could feel the surge of the air flow. There was a huge object hidden in it, like a whale walking through the fog.

The wind is coming.

Jian Wuyu raised his wrist slightly with all his strength, read the number, and closed his eyes.

25:[-]:[-] p.m.

Remember, this is An Yan's death time.

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An Yan, a trainee in Class B of the Dance Department of the trainee department of Korea SM Entertainment Co., Ltd., is missing.

Jin Meizhu was the first to discover Jian Wuyu's disappearance, even if everyone else was comforting her or perfunctory her, "An Yan is so old, he always has his own things to do", "She might just go out for a while", "Maybe it's the teacher Call her away," but Kim Mi Joo just kept repeating stubbornly to everyone: "She said she would have dinner with me, and she wouldn't be late."

Even if the person's whereabouts are unknown, even if the phone call cannot be made, only Jin Meizhu insists that Jian Wuyu is "missing", while others call it "something".

The management teacher of the trainee department said that he would deal with it - but who knows if An Yan randomly found a practice room to practice, turned off the phone or turned it on mute, and accidentally forgot the time.

As for Jin Meizhu, this child has always been so-so, a little silly and stupid, afraid that he took what others said casually too seriously.

At that time, even less than two hours, the police could not file a case, because there are too many reasons for a normal adult to disappear for two hours, and it is a waste to invest in the police force for this.

"An Yan is never late."

Hearing the official and indifferent "please call again after 24 hours" from the police who answered the phone, Kim Mi Joo's voice trembled, she was almost crying, but crying wasted time, so she didn't cry out but Continued to dial another number.

But even her brother-in-law at the police station couldn't help her. He was busy with the case in hand, put his shoulder on the phone, and hurriedly explained to his little niece who had always been idle in his impression: "Mei Zhu, I'm very busy now, your friend Maybe I just went out and waited tonight, if I haven’t come back tonight, uncle will check it for you, okay?”

Others said that Jin Meizhu was too neurotic, mocking her for relying too much on An Yan.

Jin Meizhu knows that she is not. Although she was not clever since she was a child, she has a good intuition, which is a gift from God.

There was a reason why she was panting and running in the corridors like this, grabbing everyone's hands and begging them to recall whether they had seen the girl with the high ponytail in the face of other people's strange eyes.

She asked An Yan: "Ah, An Yan, what do you want to do in the future? I still want to be a nurse. When I was a child, I went to the hospital to see my grandfather. Many grandparents there said that they would be happy when they saw me. I am a person with happiness. Magical fairy."

"At that time, I felt that seeing other people's happy faces is the best. I think that in this world, no matter how good-looking they are, nothing is more beautiful than a happy face. A happy face is more beautiful. I want to let everyone They all have such pretty faces."

An Yan smiled at her, it was such an indifferent smile that Jin Meizhu suddenly felt that the other party was like a cloud and couldn't be caught.

The meaning of that smile is: there is no future.

The life assistant met Jin Meizhu a few days ago, and took out a three-month trainee contract and a five-year trainee contract on the coffee table.

Jin Meizhu wanted to choose to stay because of Jian Wuyu.

Jian Wuyu, who has always taken a non-committal attitude towards her, actually understands that the child has not asked to terminate the contract and go home these days, which means she has made a choice.

"Jin Meizhu, don't stay because of me."

"I can't be responsible to you, because you will be my past, and if I look back, the past will eat me, Kim Mi Joo."

It was the first time Jian Wuyu spoke to her in that tone. There was no questioning or disappointment in it, as if there was nothing, but it seemed that everything had been said.

"I know you're not stupid, you're smart, so take what I said well. Look ahead, what do you see?"

"you."

"...Did you look back?"

If it is said that Jin Meizhu has seen the small world hidden in other people's eyes, but from An Yan's eyes, the scenery that Jin Meizhu sees is an endless and vast universe, yes, it is beautiful, it is so beautiful She shuddered and feared, so An Yan shouldn't have stayed there.

Lonely people need companionship, and those without past and future need present companionship. In An Yan's life, he has met countless people, passers-by with indifferent expressions, and grandpa sitting by the window alone. The back is lonely, but no one is more lonely than An Yan.

No one needs a "caregiver" more than An Yan, Jin Meizhu thought.

She pretended to be stupid as before to ease the atmosphere: "I'm afraid you will be alone, well, if I leave SM—"

An Yan said to her——she didn't know if the other party was joking, but An Yan was always like this, smiling indifferently in his eyes, and spoke seriously in a casual tone: "Then I won't miss you, so you don't miss me either."

The conversation that day was not long, and it ended before An Yan went to take a bath, because both of them were wearing little yellow duck pajamas and holding the washbasin, the conversation was not very serious, but now that I think about it, in Jin Meizhu's mind , Every word slowly exudes a disturbing disinfectant-like smell.

"Will we meet again?"

"Yes, at my funeral."

The man said it casually, it didn't sound funny at all.

She went to ask everyone about An Yan, even Li Enxin—fortunately, she asked, and the only clue came from Li Enxin.

The star trainee of Class A always dismisses An Yan, but he really cares about An Yan.

"Go and ask Li Yongzhe." Li Enxin was carrying her bag, impatient as if she was busy so as not to delay her practice, "We went to class a few days ago and saw a photo of An Yan burning a hotel with other men Together. Let me tell you first, I didn’t report to the management teacher, anyway, this kind of photo has nothing to do with it, but Li Yongzhe must feel uncomfortable after knowing it.”

"Maybe Li Yongzhe heard some rumors and troubled An Yan? Who knows." Li Enxin shrugged, sneered, and turned to leave.

Kim Mi Joo said thank you.

However, An Yan seemed to be making a joke casually, but it became a prophecy.

The police came to SM in casual clothes at [-]:[-] pm the next day, three hours after the incident.

The murder scene was on the railway track at the foot of the mountain [-] kilometers away. It turned out that this old railway was used to transport ore and wood. Later, the mountain was dug through, the trees were cut down, and the mine was empty. People began to advocate environmental protection and sustainable development. This road merged into the route of Xintian.

There are few people here, and there is an abandoned wasteland nearby, which is simply an excellent place for killing people and throwing corpses in the movie.But last night, the rain was so dense and the night was so thick that we couldn't see anything.

The train has been suspended, and a yellow cordon has been drawn around it.

The girl's body was broken into pieces, her face was destroyed beyond recognition, her body was run over by a train, her limbs were broken, her blood was mixed with fragments of internal organs, and her wounds were horrific and bloody.

In addition to the girl's body, there was also a photo softened by the rain. It was probably dried after the sun came out this morning. It was crumpled, but the words on the sign of the burning hotel were still recognizable.

Fortunately,