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

With waking and sharp eyes, he clearly recognized his identity: a crazy illegitimate fan who ran to the idol's house in an attempt to prove his existence in front of the idol by committing suicide.

Orthopedic bdsm of brother and sister?

No, it's just an illegitimate fantasy.

This is really the worst rebirth in history.

One of Jian Wuyu's conclusions about immortality is not very certain: every time she comes back to life, her identity seems to be related to the last name she heard before she died.

OK, OK, think back, what did the female high school student say before being stabbed to death?

"You don't understand my love for Baekhyun at all."

meet peers

The handsome guy in front of her who surprised her was Bian Boxian, but it didn't matter to Jian Wuyu, the important thing was that the handsome guy in front of her called the police and planned to send her into the police station.

The lights are bright and there is nowhere to hide embarrassment.

The two stood still.

Jian Wuyu inhaled and exhaled, trying to keep his body as stable as possible, little by little he raised his hands above his head to show Bian Baekhyun that he was unarmed, while his brain turned away rapidly.

"Don't get excited," she said, "I mean no harm."

Although the police station is not a good place, going there can save her the effort to find out the identity of the original owner, and the police will tell her everything about the original owner.

As for the price to be paid for illegally breaking into a private house, because the circumstances are not serious and the attitude of admitting mistakes is good, the detention is about [-] to [-] days.

Jian Wuyu felt that he could and had the obligation to bear the consequences for the original owner's mistakes.

"Is it right to call the police now?" Jian Wuyu and Bian Boxian were relatively silent for a while, and they had accepted the coldness and vigilance in their eyes well, and she slowly opened her mouth to appease Bian Boxian's emotions, " I'm sorry to cause you trouble. Don't be afraid, I won't mess around."

She glanced at the clutter on the table, slowly lowered one hand, picked up the letter and the blade and held it up to Baekhyun Bian: "I brought this, and I will take it away too."

The blade was still stained with blood, and the red on the envelope was dazzling.

Bian Boxian's face darkened instantly, and there was a little anger in his eyes, as if he thought Jian Wuyu's behavior was some kind of threat, so he just said in a deep voice, "What do you want to do?"

"Ah, I'm sorry," Jian Wuyu realized that her behavior of holding up the bloody blade did not match her apology. She quickly put her hand down and hid it behind her back, trying to show a friendly smile, "I know my The behavior was wrong and I will never do it again, I am really sorry to scare you."

Baekhyun stared at her without saying a word.

The legs were a little numb, Jian Wuyu moved his toes slightly, the soreness poked out from the muscles, like dense thorns.She didn't know how long she would have to stand like this before the police came - isn't Bian Baekhyun tired of standing like this?

She glanced at Baekhyun, who was stepping on a shoe with one bare foot, guarding the door like a dutiful sentinel, watching her every move with cold eyes.

Jian Wuyu knew that she had better not move, because in the eyes of Bian Boxian, she was a crazy illegitimate fan who did everything, and a tick on the corner of her mouth was evidence that she was lusting after her idol.

Bian Baekhyun's eyes are very dark, and the pupils look deeply into them, and in the pitifully little information about Bian Baekhyun in her brain, indifference is not synonymous with this idol.

In the vague memory, Bian Baekhyun is like all the men labeled as idols, beautiful in appearance, bright in smile, good at singing and dancing.

The standard Korean idol is modeled like a product coming out of a star-making factory assembly line. The career is like a label pasted on the outside of the transparent box. The production date, expiration date, manufacturer and ingredient list are all at a glance.

But apart from indifference—this was information that was not marked on the package, Jian Wuyu couldn't find any other words to describe the person in front of him appropriately, perhaps because he had invaded the other person's private territory.

"Go." Bian Boxian said suddenly, pointing wearily to the door, his voice hoarse and low.

Jian Wuyu's eyes were focused on his light-colored lips that were pursed impatiently, but she didn't realize it, and she would almost come back to her senses and only uttered a meaningless monosyllable: "Ah?"

"Let's go if you know you're wrong," Bian Baekhyun took off his other shoe and put his phone in his pocket expressionlessly. He turned his face sideways, with a sharp jawline, and his voice was cold and low, "I Did not call the police."

Jian Wuyu was caught off guard for a moment, in order to confirm the accuracy of the information, he repeated the key words in a low voice: "Did you call the police?"

Baekhyun nodded with cold eyes.

Why not pursue it?Jian Wuyu swallowed the question, raised her hand and scratched her head, without the slightest joy and ease of being let go.

She touched her body - she didn't find her mobile phone, her wallet or any documents.

To be honest, Bian Boxian called the police and sent her to the police station, which was the most convenient way to solve the two problems that troubled Jian Wuyu besides "what am I doing", "who am I" and "where am I?"

Jian Wuyu groped his whole body under Bian Boxian's vigilant eyes, finally put down his hands slowly, and said after deliberation: "Can I ask you..."

"What?" Bian Boxian's gaze seemed to roll over from the tip of a knife, cold and sharp.

Jian Wuyu quickly explained: "I don't mean anything else, I just want to ask if I can ask you to call the police?" Facing Baekhyun's slightly widened eyes, she kept speaking at a moderate speed. Clarify yourself: "I'm not a sociopath, I'm not self-destructive, I'm just..."

Jian Wuyu paused, and said, "I just need the help of the police."

There was a slight change in Bian Boxian's eyes, suspicion and anger gradually turned into determination and... due to the tolerance of social morality that cannot attack the disadvantaged.

"Trespassing private houses is an illegal act stipulated in the law. You can sue me," Jian Wuyu tried to prove that although he is a vulnerable group, he is also an independent individual capable of taking legal responsibility, "Really."

After finishing speaking, Jian Wuyu savored the changes in Bian Boxian's expression carefully, and found that his explanation was better than nothing, and even confirmed the other party's guess more and more.

"After I call the police, I will be on the news, and my fans will be worried," Bian Baekhyun finally said, with suspicion and indifference in his tone, "I will not call the police, please leave now."

Jian Wuyu was taken aback for a moment, this was indeed due to her lack of consideration.

"...Okay," Jian Wuyu thought for a moment, then nodded, "Thank you, I'm sorry to disturb your rest, I'm leaving now."

She wrapped the blade in letter paper and held it in her hand. When she walked past Baekhyun, she noticed that Baekhyun was avoiding suspicion, and his sharp eyes followed her all the time.

Before the door closed, a man's voice came: "Is there blood on it?"

Jian Wuyu looked back at Bian Boxian, his expression was still tired and indifferent, his eyes passed through the crack of the door, cold and hard, but maybe because the content of the question was actually related to the meaning of concern.

Jian Wuyu weighed the blade in her hand, and quickly gathered her thoughts. She raised her wrist—the skin was smooth and fair under the light.

"No, it's just paint." Her voice was calm and her expression was sincere.

Bian Boxian's silhouette became more three-dimensional in the shadow under the lamp. He simply judged the truth of the other party's words in a second, nodded, and closed the door.

The light is gone.

Jian Wuyu took the razor wrapped in letter paper, turned around and looked at the empty corridor - Bian Boxian lives on the first floor, which is good, saving her from climbing the stairs.

She looked for trash cans everywhere. The trash cans in the high-end community were clean and unique, like decorations. They obviously paid more attention to appearance than function. She was used to the nine yuan nine small floral plastic buckets in the editor's office that were flooded with takeaway boxes and paper cups. Almost didn't see through the essence of that shiny silver cuboid.

"Boom."

The bloody suicide evidence fell silent.

Jian Wuyu is immortal, but also short-lived. To her, life is like an open interval composed of countless fragments, with no beginning and no end.

She glanced at the letter paper and razor blades that had been swallowed by the black garbage bag, the black was light but more than enough to cover a lost soul.

Death was originally so easy.

Jian Wuyu planned to go to the security guard of the community to ask him to call the police, and then go to the police station. Although she didn't know if the security guard would help, would the police think she was mentally ill or drunk and talking nonsense, or that she didn't know her at all? Take her words seriously.

But if there is a charge, the police will definitely confirm her identity with high efficiency.

She walked through the well-lit hall, unlocked the door, opened the glass door, and fell into the black air of the night.cold.She got goosebumps all over her body, shrank her neck, and hugged her arms tightly.

Shaking and looking wretched, he hunched over and trotted for two steps. Jian Wuyu suddenly braked suddenly and took a breath.

There is a humanoid obstacle three meters ahead.

"Stop!" The greenery in the community is very good, the girl escaped the light by standing in the shadow of the tree, her face was blurred, but the voice came clearly, bursting out with anger, "Who are you, why are you Get out of Baekhyun's house!"

Jian Wuyu looked at the girl steadily, and after digesting the sudden appearance and nonsensical words of this person, she looked back at the building where Baekhyun lived. It stands to reason that if she hadn't followed all the way into the building, it would be impossible to know from the outside where she came from. "Baekhyun's House" came out.

Besides, the title "Baekhyun" leaks too much information.

She sniffed and asked calmly, "How do you know I came out of his house?"

"I saw it." The girl didn't feel guilty at all, and her voice was only loud, "Who are you? Is it his girlfriend?" When talking about girlfriend, Jian Wuyu heard teeth gnashing.

"No."

"Then who are you?" The girl stepped out of the shadows, and a light purple dress came into Jian Wuyu's sight - she was a very young woman.