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

A little, perhaps the deadliest of illusions.

Artists who have been in the entertainment industry for so many years may be kind, but they can never be harmless and innocent. Whoever stands on the top of the pyramid does not need to step on stepping stones, and does not need to kick those who try to climb to the throne off the cliff.

Moreover, it is not known whether it is hype.

"Why did Sister Zhude want... to harm me?"

Jiang Seqi's dazed and even haggard face appeared in front of her eyes. After all, the female artist who had experienced many ups and downs was just a young girl in her 20s. She died.

"Does she want me to die—why? I've always listened to her, and I've never done anything wrong to her—why?"

"……why?"

"why?!"

Jian Wuyu silently listened to Jiang Seulqi's questioning over and over again, with different tones, and she was gradually breaking down, asking herself and others.

Jian Wuyu slowly closed her eyes. No one knew what the tired police officer was thinking at this moment. Every fine line on that deeply contoured face had a story because of her expression. After a while, she opened her eyes.

Jiang Seqi met her gaze, what kind of gaze was that, sober and firm as if she always knew who she was and where she was, but it was deep and broad with no end in sight.

"You can't find the answer," Jiang Seulqi heard this wise and firm woman who seemed like an elder who had lived through many years and experienced countless setbacks slowly said to her, "You won't be her, so you don't have to understand her."

"Miss Jiang, you don't have to suffer this."

Jian Wuyu's eyes fell on her face, and then on her covered wrist: "Live well, Miss Jiang."

Jiang Seqi's breathing was stagnant, her eyes turned red instantly, she raised her hands to cover her face, sobbing softly, hiding in the corner like a wounded animal, tears slowly spilled from between her fingers.

Jian Wuyu stood up and closed the door.

Not long after, in the quiet and bright interrogation room, the artist who was left alone abandoned image management and returned to Kang Seul Gi herself, crying like a child.

The night is fading, and the sky is approaching.

No matter how interrogated, Liu Zhude never said a word, and Jiang Seulqi had no impression of the criminals and victims involved in all the previous cases. As for the younger generation An Yan, she only heard her senior Kim Jong-in comment, "I heard that the dance is not bad, but it's just like a human being." ".

At this point, the relationship between the cases has broken down again.

Shi Yi made two cups of coffee, and handed one to Jian Wuyu. He took a sip of the hot coffee and let out a "hiss", licked his lips, and looked at Jian Wuyu.

Jian Wuyu calmly blew on the cool air first, and then took a sip slowly.

Shi Yi waited for her to drink slowly, and when he saw the bottom of the cup, he said, "Tell me."

Shi Yi is not as autocratic as the rumors say, in fact, his attitude towards Jian Wuyu is very tolerant, and he cherishes every spark generated by the collision of thinking.

"My thoughts are the same as yours, and I also think that someone is behind all of this," Jian Wuyu said, considering his words, "This person gave the prisoners a certain kind of stimulation, aroused their deformed sense of social responsibility, and let them 'get rid of violence and live in peace. '."

"Every prisoner has a grievance against a certain person or a certain group in their hearts, and they are given the task of removing a specific group of specific people to achieve justice, justice for society, or for themselves."

"Their grievances are not so strong, or they are correctly bound by law and morality," Jian Wuyu looked through the files and psychological profiles of all the prisoners in this series of cases. He is a law-abiding citizen with a good record, and is even evaluated by his classmates, relatives, and colleagues as a gentle and easy-going person, a good person.”

Shi Yi put down the paper cup, and said with deep eyes: "At first I thought there was some kind of organization after this, but there is no real intersection between the prisoner and the prisoner, and from the motive of committing the crime, it can be determined that the prisoner committed the crime on his own will. behavior. Looking at it this way, it is better to say that it is a cult/religion than a criminal organization behind it.”

He took a light breath: "It can turn a good citizen into a murderer, and make the murderer commit suicide without missing any clues. This is completely brainwashed."

"Assuming this is a criminal organization," Jian Wuyu said calmly, "Then what is the purpose of this organization?"

Shi Yi raised his eyebrows: "Eliminate violence and make good?"

Jian Wuyu shook his head: "We are very clear that all the victims so far are innocent, but the criminal was tricked into being the shooter, and the people behind it are definitely not for the so-called justice."

"Because of Bian Baekhyun?" Shi Yi laughed, he has a strange ability to joke when he is dignified, "As expected of the most popular male idol, he is so attractive."

Jian Wuyu also laughed, and pointed a gun at his stomach with his hand: "I'm afraid Bian Boxian won't be able to bear this kind of love."

"It doesn't take so much effort to kill Baekhyun Bian," Shi Yi said seriously, "but he chooses to kill the people around Baekhyun Bian step by step, as if deliberately creating an atmosphere of imminent death."

"It seems very hopeful that Byun Baekhyun will suffer under the shadow of death."

He stroked the stubble of his chin and narrowed his eyes: "This is not an organization, it's more like an individual's behavior, with a strong subjective color, and the person behind it is still a romantic."

"Glorifying murder as the exercise of justice, committing crimes with strict rules and regulations like obsessive-compulsive disorder, and wantonly manipulating the psychology of others," Jian Wuyu always felt that there was something watching him in the dark, but he was powerless, "compared to the romantics , I'd rather call him a sociopath."

"From the prisoner's words, it can be seen that the manipulator's thinking behind this is: contempt for the law, self-centered, controlling and not afraid of death."

"Yeah," Shi Yi licked his dry lips, "I guess he must be hiding somewhere now, and it's interesting to watch all this happen, but he certainly didn't expect that the trash in his eyes would be broken by the police." Plan, must be annoyed now."

He paused suddenly, his handsome brows lost in thought.

"—He definitely won't let it go," Shi Yi slowly restrained his smile, stood up straight, and said, "The electric shocker wanted to kill Jin Zhiyan, but he was arrested without success, and then Jin Zhiyan was shot to death."

"So we must protect Jiang Seulqi," Jian Wuyu understood. She looked at Jiang Seulqi who was accompanied by Redvelvet's chief manager in the conference room, and said in a low voice, "Liu Zhude didn't kill Jiang Seulqi. Someone else will be sent to kill her. It's a rule."

"Well," Shi Yi let out a long breath, stretched out his hand and pressed Jian Wuyu's shoulder, and said very tenderly, "I will ask a trustworthy interrogator to interrogate Liu Zhude again, and I will definitely ask something. You have worked hard .”

It wasn't until this time that Jian Wuyu remembered that he hadn't gotten close to dripping water or rice all day, so when he opened and closed his eyes, not only his eye sockets were sore, but his vision was a little blurry.

She nodded politely: "You too, Team Shi."

"Oh, by the way, Xiao Lin," Shi Yi stared into her eyes suddenly, and smiled a little narrowly, the corners of his raised eyes raised a little ambiguous arc, "Are you really okay with Bian Boxian?"

Jian Wuyu denied it without hesitation: "No."

"Is that so?" Shi Yi stroked his chin thoughtfully, "But they said that we worked hard on the case, and they wanted to reward us by personally delivering food to us, and they also focused on 'Officer Lin'."

Jian Wuyu's pupils narrowed slightly: "... When did it happen?"

"Just now." Shi Yi watched the excitement and pointed to the downstairs. From the air corridor down, you can see the office area on the first floor. Several police officers are bustling together to unpack plastic bags and boxes. The rustling and squeezing sounds of the plastic shell suddenly became very clear.

The aroma of food seems to come with the sound.

"Although Bian Baekhyun is a handsome guy," Shi Yi half-jokingly said, "but as a married person, you can't know the law and break the law."

Jian Wuyu looked serious: "Yes."

"Actually, it's nothing." Seeing that Jian Wuyu seemed very troubled, Shi Yi added, "After all, we have been busy for Bian Boxian for so long. It's normal for people to express their gratitude. Don't feel psychological pressure."

At this moment, Jian Wuyu just looked at the wedding ring on her finger in a daze - couldn't this stop Bian Boxian from becoming suspicious of her?

"Officer Lin. Officer Shi."

A slightly hoarse voice sounded, and a tall and thin figure appeared at the end of the corridor, walking a little faster, but calmly, the footsteps gradually approached, the young boy in a white T-shirt and light blue jeans who looked like a fresh graduate smiled Walking towards him waving his hands.

He was wearing sneakers, and he walked without making any noise. He had a clean, clean face, and there was a little light in his drooping dog's eyes.

Jian Wuyu smelled the wind at the tip of her nose, and when she woke up, she tensed her body almost subconsciously, staring closely at the other person's every move, until the other person stopped two meters away in front of her, smiling innocently and harmlessly : "You two have worked hard."

"Our duty," Shi Yi said, waving his hand, "serves the people, whether it's hard work or hard work."

Jian Wuyu was too lazy to be polite, and went straight to the center: "Mr. Bian, why are you here?"

"Because I caused a lot of trouble for the police officers," Bian Boxian smiled at Jian Wuyu, "at least treat the police officers to a meal."

Shi Yi also said, "I just told you about Xiao Lin, and Mr. Bian delivered the takeaway in person."

He approached Jian Wuyu, lowered his voice and said, "Don't hit the smiling face."

"Mr. Bian didn't give us