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

The owner of the burning hotel still recognizes the people inside, and the police successfully learned that the people in the photos are SM artists Baekhyun, Kim Jong-in, frequent trainee Kim Mi-joo, and a trainee whose name is unknown.

This time the police seem to be paying special attention to this case, not only investing a lot of police force, but also taking a very firm attitude, ignoring SM's opinion, and forcefully requesting them to summon all the people in the photo - including Admiralty who is doing a magazine shoot Byun Baekhyun who recorded and recorded the song.

The relevant personnel were gathered in a meeting room, and everyone was on the verge of an enemy. It is really hard to know how much negative impact the artist has to do with the murder case.

Cha Zaizhi was particularly anxious, because this time, it was related to Bian Boxian again.

The visiting criminal policemen were a man and a woman. The lady was about 30 years old. The iris color of her eyes was a kind of condensed gray, and the pupils were dark black. When she looked directly at people, she made people feel nervous. She glanced at the people present in a leisurely manner. , pointing his finger on the woman who is in the center of vision in the photo, and said, "Where is this one?"

What they demand is that all relevant personnel be present, but now there is a lack of one, which is not in line with SM's ability to execute as a large company.

"An Yan!" Jinmei Zhu Ben remained silent, but when she saw the photo taken by the police, her face turned pale instantly, and tears filled her eyes, "It's An Yan—this is, how could you— —Who took it?"

Her voice was full of expectation and anxiety, trembling slightly, but her eyes were bright: "She, she has been missing since dinner last night. I have been looking for her. You, have you found her?"

The male policeman looked at the female policeman, and got up after getting the nod of the female policeman—maybe the identity of the victim could be determined. He stood up and left the meeting room to report the situation to the detachment.

The head of the training department looked at the management teacher. The management teacher looked a little embarrassed, and said in a low voice, "An Yan was indeed missing last night, and he wasn't there when the roll call was called—I asked the life assistant to look for it, but I still can't find it."

He met the criminal policeman's gray eyes, looked at the head of the room again, and explained in a panic: "Although trainee Jin Meizhu said last night that trainee An Yan was gone, but because we have a lot of practice rooms here and that day Trainee An Yan has no classes, and the rest of the time is free to arrange, we think she is going to practice independently."

"The reporter found a female corpse on the railway tracks near Langxing Cave this morning," the criminal policeman said calmly, as if he couldn't feel the sudden solemn atmosphere, "this photo is next to the female corpse."

female corpse.

Everyone's face changed three times in an instant.

Jin Meizhu's fair face froze for a few seconds. She was as motionless as a beautiful sculpture, and seemed to be out of breath. Suddenly, she spoke in a very low voice, as if talking to herself: "I clearly said , An Yan will not be late."

"I said..."

The detective who had been expressionless frowned.

I saw Jin Meizhu hugging her head, her voice was hoarse and desperate, as if she was on the verge of collapse: "I said she was missing! I said it, I said it clearly, and none of you would believe it - I obviously said that Now, An Yan won't be late—"

The criminal policeman was sitting next to her, seeing Jin Meizhu trembling all over and frowning deeper, he stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder.Jin Meizhu was stunned for a moment, and looked up at the detective with calm and indifferent eyes in disbelief.

The strength and movement were just like what Jian Wuyu had done to her. Every time she was noisy or excited, Jian Wuyu would do this, completely covering her shoulders with the palm of his hand, not heavy but solid.

The criminal policeman looked directly at her tear-filled eyes, the cold gray eyes were sober and indifferent, as quiet as her voice, which made people feel at ease: "Is it better?"

Jin Meizhu inexplicably felt relaxed all over, wiped away her tears, and nodded in a daze.

The criminal police looked at the others: "We can't confirm the identity of the female corpse yet, so the victim is not necessarily Ms. An Yan, but there is a photo of Ms. An Yan next to the victim. If possible, you can tell me about your relationship with this woman." Miss An Yan's relationship?"

Kim Jong-in was still wearing a green suit and heavy makeup for the magazine shoot, he shook his head to express that he had only met once.

"I heard that she is a girl with a good memory, but it's a pity how could this happen to me." He said.

Bian Baekhyun was called back urgently while he was working in the recording studio. He was wearing private clothes and no make-up. He looked tired and looked dusty. His delicate brows and eyes were slightly frowned, but he was still gentle when facing the police's inquiries, answering every question. .

The criminal policeman asked a few simple questions, and after coming to the conclusion that he and An Yan had nothing to do with each other, he pointed to the re-photographed photo on the table: "Does Mr. Bian have any idea who took this photo?"

Bian Boxian looked carefully, but didn't answer for a while.

"That's right, you know Baekhyun is a well-known artist," Cha Zaizhi said for him, "There are a lot of illegitimate meals and fans, so I don't know who secretly took the photos—"

The detective looked at Bian Baekhyun: "Is that so?"

Bian Boxian and the criminal policeman looked at each other, and saw a trace of ridicule in it, and for a moment, he nodded slightly.

"Li Yongzhe." Jin Meizhu suddenly said at this time, she pointed to the photo, her pale face was full of worry and uneasiness, but she still took a breath and tried to speak fully, "Li Yongzhe said that he took the picture of."

The criminal policeman turned his head to look at Jin Meizhu, she gently put down the pen, her gray eyes were slightly bent, and her lips slightly curved into a gentle smile, as if she was praising: "Miss Jin, the Li Yongzhe you mentioned who is it?"

The oppressiveness of the woman in front of her suddenly decreased, and she was even a little friendly. Jin Meizhu clenched her fists and finished the sentence without stammering: "An Yan's ex-boyfriend."

The criminal police then called Li Yongzhe to ask some questions. So far, if the victim is An Yan, then Li Yongzhe is the most suspicious: not only followed An Yan, but also took pictures of her with other men.

It's not impossible for a boy of eighteen or nineteen to attack his ex-girlfriend impulsively because of a misunderstanding.

Li Yongzhe was very excited and angry. Although he admitted that he took the photo, he denied that he had anything to do with An Yan's disappearance or the female corpse.

Baekhyun was finally left alone, despite Cha Jaeji's strong protests.

"Mr. Bian's time is precious, so I'll get straight to the point," the policeman handed over a personal business card, and after seeing Bian Boxian accept it, he said in a deep voice, "You must have heard about the shooting at the bus station."

Bian Boxian politely put away the business card, did not deny it, and waited for her to continue.

The criminal policeman folded his hands on his knees, leaned forward and stared at Bian Baekhyun's peaceful eyes, although he was smiling, his gray eyes showed a sharp sternness, as if he wanted to pierce through the other party's mask and tear out the truth. : "The culprit of the illegitimate meal electric shock case reported on the same day is a fan of Mr. Baek Hyun, and the victim of the shooting at the bus station is your fan. Today's rail case is also related to you."

“Shortly after the illegitimate meal electric shock case and the bus shooting case, China revealed that the author of a female high school student stabbed to death the editor of Novel.com—the culprit is still your fan.”

"Mr. Bian, is there anything you want to tell me?"

This detective who is slightly older than Baekhyun is wearing a simple tracksuit, which makes her look casual and friendly, but when her gray eyes are raised slightly, although she is smiling, the indifference and inquiry in her eyes But it never disappeared.

She knows him.Bian Baekhyun clearly realized.And, doubt him.

【00:00:00】

The curse from yesterday and today is still in effect, but unfortunately, Jian Wuyu can no longer remember who the last name he heard belongs to.

This time the death was ugly.

And this time, she still didn't know who killed her. Although she woke up from the pain when she was scratched by a knife, she was blindfolded. She didn't see clearly until she was thrown on the railroad track. Just saw a black back.

She remembered how this man slashed her face one after another, trembling slightly, as if she was very happy, she seemed to see the other person's eyes full of satisfaction and disgust.

And being thrown on the railroad tracks, this person deliberately adjusted her head to the direction of the train and took off the blindfold—to let her watch the train run over her and die in fear.

How much this man hates her.

"Come out, who? Don't force me. You think you are a policeman so I dare not do anything to you? What's the use of asking you if you can't even give birth to a boy? My mother said that the house can belong to you after divorce, as long as you signature."

The deep and slightly flat voice of the middle-aged man came from afar, very arrogant.

Jian Wuyu opened his eyes and got up from the bed. He saw neatly ironed police uniforms hanging on the hanger, and touched a cold object in his hand—a sharp fruit knife, still stained with blood.

She realized that she was born again, and this loud man-it seemed to be her husband?

Hearing this, it seems that I committed suicide because I was rejected because I couldn't give birth to a child?Jian Wuyu was still buffering when a piece of paper was thrown on his face suddenly. The man walked into the room at some point, threw a pen over impatiently, folded his hands and sneered, "I only know that I'm busy caring about the dead all day long." Don't you yourself say that you are not a qualified wife? If that's the case, sign it."

Jian Wuyu touched her face expressionlessly: it hurts a bit from being scratched by the paper.

As a person who had just been scratched and run over by a train, Jian Wuyu didn't have a good temper at all. She picked up the pen, signed it obediently under the man's astonished gaze, and rolled over from the bed.

The man's gaze gradually turned into satisfaction and complacency as he looked at her.

"Want this?"

She waved her thin