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

points, there is no need to make him happy. "

Bian Baekhyun glanced at her: "Can I not do it?"

Jian Wuyu also looked at him: "You shouldn't have done it."

The inexplicable conversation also ends on the inexplicable "doing a question".

Before leaving, Baekhyun gave her a signed photo in front of Shi Yi. It showed a skinny man with red hair and a Southeast Asian style shirt stepping on a red sports car. It was about to drip the paint, the man looked down at the camera, arrogant and indifferent and arrogant, the sharp jaw line was extremely beautiful.

Jian Wuyu is not short of money in this reincarnation. Under the captain's straight gaze, she reservedly refused: "I don't want it. Thank you."

Bian Baekhyun smiled ambiguously and stuffed the signed photo into her hand, his slender fingertips slid across her palm: "I think you want it."

He smiled again, and his words were extremely lingering: "You once wanted to."

Shi Yi's peach blossom eyes widened: "..."

Jian Wuyu pressed his tongue against the back molars calmly, took a breath, and resisted not breaking the man's head in the photo into two parts: "Anyway, thank you."

"By the way, Officer Lin." Bian Baekhyun finally stood at the stairs, raised his chin slightly and looked at her with a faint light in his eyes like stars falling from the sky.

Jian Wuyu looked at him coldly: "What."

Baekhyun licked his lower lip, touched the faint stubble on his chin, and said sincerely: "Can you really not give me what I want?"

Shi Yi looked at Bian Boxian, then at Jian Wuyu, covered his small mouth with his big hand: "...!"

Jane Wuyu replied blankly: "You have already got it."

Shi Yi: "!!!"

"Officer Shi," Bian Baekhyun finally stopped uttering any shocking words after seeing the poor police officer being tormented by ethics, but blinked comfortingly, "Don't worry, what I want is an answer, not anything else."

Shi Yi just breathed a sigh of relief, only to hear Bian Boxian say to Jian Wuyu: "I will entrust me to you, and you will be responsible for me."

Just as Shi Yi was staring wide-eyed, he only heard the married woman Jian Wuyu answer: "Yes."

The two people's language is not amazing and endless.

"You said I don't have to do it."

"Ah."

Shi Yi: "???"

Sending Bian Baexian away, seeing Captain Shihua staring at her with a complicated face, his beautiful peach eyes were full of shock, and even a bit numb, he moved his thin lips, and said in a low voice. There was some trembling in the cannon, like a woman from a good family met a hooligan: "You, you forced him?"

Jian Wuyu: "What—"

"You can't do this," his 1.8-meter-high man trembled and said bitterly, "I didn't see that you are such a person, Xiaolin!"

"We're talking about doing topics, not doing other things," Jian Wuyu sighed, "Time team, watch less TV dramas."

It was already daylight, and she looked at the entrance of the police station, where there was a large area of ​​light, seeping in like mist, she thought of Baekhyun's dark pupils, and his gray smile, and suddenly said: "I want to Apply for one thing, time team."

Shi Yi blinked: "What?"

A few days later, An Yan's body was cremated and buried.

As the criminal police officer of the special case team, Jian Wuyu had a good reason to go to the funeral. She saw herself—An Yan's parents. They were dressed in neat black suits and received the guests who came to express their condolences with a sad expression.

The funeral was very solemn and grand, and it could be seen that the venue was carefully arranged.

Before Jin Zhiyan's funeral, Jian Wuyu, who was An Yan, did not have a proper identity to attend, so he had to go to the cemetery to present a bouquet of flowers. Jin Zhiyan's cemetery was relatively deserted, and there were only two bouquets, one should be from his parents, and the other should be from Jian Wuyu. People who Yu didn't know.

The reason why Jian Wuyu applied to Shi Yi to attend An Yan's funeral was very simple. She wanted to verify a guess.

So when the crowd searched for that tall and thin figure, Jian Wuyu breathed a sigh of relief unconsciously, then she pushed aside the crowd and approached that person silently, carefully and closely watching his every move move.

There were a lot of people, all of An Yan's relatives and friends came, she even saw SM's class teacher, Li Enxin, and of course - Kim Mi-joo.

"Officer Lin!"

With a loud voice and an exclamation, the latent plan was over.

Suddenly meeting the man's half-smile look, Jian Wuyu closed her eyes, and simply turned her eyes away to look at the beautiful girl who was holding her arm and smiling happily like a little golden retriever, and squeezed out a kind smile: "Miss Jin."

"Officer Lin," Jinmei Zhu Mingche's light brown eyes were shining, and the eye sockets were a little red—probably from crying, "You also came to An Yan's funeral."

Jian Wuyu nodded: "Yes. Miss Jin, you can call me Lin Sen outside."

"Ah, yes," Jin Meizhu covered her mouth, and then she noticed the strange eyes of the people around her because of her word "police officer", and nodded heavily, "Sorry, police officer—Ms. Lin."

Jian Wuyu smiled hastily, and glanced at Bian Boxian.

"Ah, Senior Bian," although Jin Meizhu was slow in some aspects, she was surprisingly sensitive in some aspects, she caught the direction Jian Wuyu was paying attention to out of the corner of her eye, "He came so early today."

Noticing that Jin Meizhu's tone was not surprised or even expected, Jian Wuyu raised her eyebrows: "Miss Jin is not surprised that Bian Boxian came to Anyan's funeral. As far as I know, the friendship between the two is not deep. .”

"Ah, it's like this. Senior Bian is very concerned about An Yan. After the accident, he met me at the company and comforted me not to be sad." Jin Meizhu stuck out her tongue and said a little embarrassedly, "I really want An Yan. Although she has a poisonous tongue and often pinches my mouth—but this does not prevent us from being friends, although she said we are not friends—"

Seeing the emotional ups and downs of the girl in front of her, changing erratically, Jian Wuyu took a breath and interrupted her: "You are friends, you can tell."

Jin Meizhu's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Jian Wuyu coughed: "You just said that Bian Boxian cares about An Yan?"

"That's right," Jin Meizhu belongs to the type who is easily led away by others. She doesn't know how to get to the bottom of a problem and won't hold on to it. She naturally picked up the topic of Jian Wuyu, "I told him There are a lot of things about An Yan, about that bastard Li Zhaza, thanks to the breakup, An Yan's personality has changed a lot, and what An Yan said—"

"Really, An Yan seems to have become a lot more relaxed after the breakup, and then her memory has improved, everything has improved, although it has become a bit strange, but overall it has improved, if she can keep going like this Live on, don't let this happen, she will be very happy—"

Puzzles solved, guesses turned into facts.

Jian Wuyu stared at Jin Meizhu's chattering mouth, and rubbed her eager thumb and index finger vigorously.She was still wondering why Baekhyun could always discover her secrets, and was almost seen through when they first met.

It turns out that I was sold by you.

"——If she is still alive, I think she and Senior Byun Baekhyun might make a very good pair," Jin Meizhu said surprisingly, "They really understand each other, although I'm drunk, but I Remember An Yan's words... I dare to do what I want to do, because of An Yan—"

As she was talking, Jin Meizhu began to drop golden beans, big ones, with her head down, making no sound.

Jian Wuyu pressed her shoulder: "The dead are dead."

Jin Meizhu wiped her tears with the back of her hand, and reluctantly raised the corner of her mouth, which looked a little funny: "Ms. Lin, you are very similar to An Yan, and An Yan often does this to me."

Jian Wuyu's fingers moved slightly.

Everyone will be soft-hearted, even Jian Wuyu, so she put down her raised palm again and smiled softly: "She must like you very much."

"The real death is being forgotten by everyone in the world," Jian Wuyu said to Jin Meizhu, "Because of Miss Jin, An Yan is still alive, she must be very lucky."

These are words that cannot be said as Anyan.

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The girl wearing the little yellow duck pajamas and holding the washbasin looked like a little golden retriever, with obedient and longing eyes. She didn't know that the cold and indifferent woman in front of her was actually very soft-hearted towards her.

"Will we meet again?"

"Yes, at my funeral."

Jian Wuyu never slipped a word.

flower of rebirth

"Officer Lin, I'll come find you later!"

Because Jin Meizhu was An Yan's good friend before his death, she seemed to be very popular with An Yan's parents, so she was dragged away to chat with An Yan after a while, and Jian Wuyu regained the free time to act alone.

The target Bian Baekhyun has been lost, and she is not in a hurry to find him again, but blends into the crowd very naturally, slowly shuttles from one end to the other.

"Blue hyacinths, very special."

Jian Wuyu observed An Yan's funeral carefully. She saw a wreath, except for the usual funeral flowers, there were also a few small inconspicuous blue hyacinths, and the nameless bouquet she saw on Jin Zhiyan's cemetery. The bouquet is consistent.

It was a heart-pleasing blue, but unusual for a heavy black-and-white funeral at this time, even with other wreaths behind it.

Very, very eye-catching.

"What a coincidence."

Jian Wuyu looked away from the flowers, blinked slowly, and a thin man in a black suit with his hair washed back to the original black walked towards her step by step. Looking into those black and white eyes, she could see There was undisguised teasing in those eyes.

From just finding out that he was spying on him to now saying "what a coincidence" to her naturally, Bian Baekhyun never put himself in a situation where