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

Zhizhi approached the middle-aged man, curled her lips into a smile, then stretched out her hand and pulled him over to press him under her knees. Her movements were as fast as lightning, making people unresponsive.

The middle-aged man screamed in pain: "You are crazy——"

Jian Wuyu squeezed the paper into a ball and stuffed it into the middle-aged man's mouth: "Here you are."

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The things to be resolved in divorce are very trivial and troublesome. For a party without capital, it is reckless to sign a divorce agreement to vent emotions.

What Jian Wuyu picked up the pen to sign was not her name - she didn't even know her own name.

The middle-aged man pulled out the ball of paper from his mouth and unfolded it anxiously. The A4 printing paper was crumpled with saliva, but the three words were still conspicuous. slapped him.

The woman's signature: "Your uncle".

He was so angry that when he looked up and saw Jian Wuyu picked up a knife from the bed, he was frightened for a moment. The knife was very bright and reflected sharp light under the light of the bedside lamp, he swallowed involuntarily. Drooling, falling back, buttocks kept moving back: "You, what are you doing!"

Jian Wuyu pointed at the man with the knife, pointing the knife straight at the tip of the man's nose. Seeing that he was too frightened to move and stared at her in fear, she suddenly smiled, which appeared in the dim light. Some cold.

"Get out." Her voice was very steady, "while my hands are not slipping."

Jian Wuyu has never cared about the cause of her death, because her body has already died, because the police are responsible for solving the case, and because she has to manage the next stage of her life, there is no need, no obligation, and no time to look back.

Jian Wuyu's life perfectly interprets the word "wandering".

She picks up other people's discarded bodies to stay for a while, and then is driven out of the master's house by fate. It is not up to her to decide where to go, it depends on who abandons the house and can accommodate her for a while.

There is no past and no future.

There is no past because you lost your memory, and there is no future because you can only live for one year.

If he can only live for one year at most, there are many things that Jian Wuyu can't do, such as falling in love for the purpose of marriage, such as bringing first-year students to graduation, such as renewing the labor contract for the next year.

For example, I will not book air tickets in advance for future travel, or I can only listen to my family in silence during the New Year, "It's so lively, we will get together next year, so it's good to have a happy reunion."

Jian Wuyu won't even make an appointment with her friends to go shopping together, even if it's only tomorrow, even if it's an hour later, she always smiles and says, "I don't know if I'll come or not, don't wait for me if you're late. "

"Ah? Are you okay?"

"fine."

Friends don't know why, and they always complain: "Disappointing! Don't come if you don't want to come."

Jian Wuyu was never late, so if the punctual girl was late, it meant that she would never be able to wait again.

She has no friendship that lasts a year, and no family relationship that lasts more than a year. All the old pasts regard her as someone else, and the new future has only a one-year shelf life.

"New friends die instantly."

"The family members who just reconciled died immediately."

"The girlfriend I just talked about died immediately."

Jian Wuyu put herself in the situation and thought that it is better not to use her short life to establish a new connection, so as not to cause unnecessary harm to others and herself when the connection is broken.

Whether it's New Year's Day, Valentine's Day, or eating rice cakes and rice dumplings, it's the first and last time to be with these people.

Even if they meet again next time, they don't know who she is, and she can't mention it.

The world is running as usual, only Jian Wuyu's own existence is constantly erased, refreshed, and resurrected, like a bug file.

Therefore, such a person must not be greedy for life, nor expect death.

The world punished her for being the one who easily gave up everything she wanted, again and again, again and again, and the cycle never ended.

To Jian Wuyu, suicide is like pouring water into the sand in front of a thirsty person in the desert, like crushing bread with your feet in front of a beggar who is about to die of starvation, and it's also like—suicide itself.

What she dreamed of was abandoned like nothing.

But the appearance of Bian Baekhyun - she never thought that there would be such an opportunity, a human being, who updated some of the laws she knew.

She sees him again and again.

You know what that means, time and time again.

Because it is a very miraculous thing for the same person to die three times, especially for Jian Wuyu, her life has been divided into small sections that are not related to each other for too long, and now there are three small sections-all four are connected.

Therefore, she has to look back on the past and doubt Byun Baekhyun.

Regardless of her husband yelling and cursing in her ear—he had been standing in the corner and yelling at her but he didn't dare to approach her, Jian Wuyu was holding a shiny fruit knife while checking her ID card, bank card and mobile phone, etc. .

Halfway through, my husband was tired of cursing, and cursing is just to see the other party get angry. It is boring to keep swearing at someone who has no response, so he said "you wait for me", and angrily slammed the door and left.

Jian Wuyu ignored him.

Before she could figure out her identity carefully, the phone rang, and after hanging up the phone, Jian Wuyu inserted the fruit knife back into the knife holder in the kitchen.

It's not ready yet, but fortunately, she's getting to work.

"My name is Lin, Lin Sen."

This job allowed her to sit in front of this busy top entertainer, dressed in loose casual sportswear, sizing him up with her cold gray eyes, intending to tear off his mask to find out some truth.

She looked at Bian Baekhyun with a smile, feeling inexplicably excited because of her identity - neither a fan nor a junior, she looked straight into Bian Baekhyun's eyes, no matter how presumptuous she was.

"I know." Bian Boxian's brows and eyes are calm, his clear eyes are calm like a calm sea, he is a singer, his voice is melodious, and he has a lightness that is close to people, "I also know that Officer Lin is a criminal policeman of the Divisional Bureau Brigade. "

Bian Baekhyun's attitude towards police officers has always been correct and cooperative. His serious and focused eyes make it hard to believe that he would lie - a little bit of innocence and bewilderment in his eyes is perfectly embellished.

"It's an honor," Jian Wuyu also laughed, "to be known by Mr. Bian."

Bian Boxian pursed his lips, and just now he looked so calm and unshakable, but now he smiled a little embarrassedly: "The manager told me."

His eyes were crooked, and his shy look was full of juvenile feeling.

Jian Wuyu squinted his eyes and remembered that he was 36 years old. According to his own image - a capable and neat policewoman, if he wanted to let his guard down, he would naturally choose to play the role of a pure, harmless and innocent man.

Talking about people when seeing people, talking nonsense when seeing ghosts, Bian Boxian's ability made her amazed.

Jian Wuyu lowered her head unintentionally to avoid Bian Baekhyun's gaze. She reached out and turned the pen upside down on the marble coffee table and tapped the cap twice to tighten the pen cap. Two beeps echoed in the quiet conference room. .

The wedding ring on her finger sparkled with fine diamonds.

Bian Boxian narrowed his eyes and said, "Are you married?"

"Well," Jian Wuyu withdrew his hand, smiled naturally, and asked, "Does Mr. Bian still have a girlfriend? I think Mr. Bian is almost thirty."

"Not yet," Bian Baekhyun leaned back slightly, and said with a smile, "I have no idea yet."

Jian Wuyu nodded understandingly: "The profession is unique."

Baekhyun's pupils trembled, and then he smiled politely.

The detective who was expressionless and even ruthless in front of everyone just now is so relaxed and friendly, which is really flattering.

But Bian Boxian can see that the exploration in the other party's gray eyes has substance, like a sharp scalpel, but he hasn't found a place to attack him yet.

"Mr. Bian, let's get straight to the point." Jian Wuyu could see that he was wasting time confronting the opponent, so he handed over his business card and smiled.

"The culprit in the illegitimate meal electric shock case reported on the same day is a fan of Mr. Baekhyun Bian, 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.”

Simply put, she was the one who died.

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

"It's unfortunate what happened to them," Bian Boxian had always been very comfortable. He looked up at Jian Wuyu with sincere eyes, "I sympathize with them."

This is the official answer - "Sure enough, he is an artist from SM." Jian Wuyu lowered her head and laughed, and when she raised her head again, all the smiles had disappeared on her face. It looked extremely grim.

"Mr. Bian should know that his situation is very difficult," she said aside, "I can see that your manager is very nervous. After all, there is a difference between one fan who kills and two fans who kill. It’s just a matter of necessity, and it’s easy for people to speculate because of your influence — even without evidence.”

"Bian Baekhyun's fan was killed and Baekhyun's fan was killed. People only see your name. After the case is exposed, your popularity and reputation will drop like a cliff."

Bian Baexian just looked at her without speaking, until Jian Wuyu raised half of his eyebrows with a half-smile, he said flatly: "I can't control this, I believe the police will protect my privacy."

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