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

, you can also save her a second time. "

Jian Wuyu raised her eyes, she could see the trust in Shi Yi's eyes, she couldn't help but think, isn't it?In fact, there is no theoretical support for this, and there is no logic at all.

At this moment, He Gui shouted, "Lin Sen from the current team, come and watch, the live broadcast has started again! This is..." His voice stopped suddenly, as if his tongue had been pulled out: "This, this ..."

In the picture, the girl is sitting on the corner of the bed holding something like a steel pipe. The picture is very dark, so dark that the girl's face can't be seen clearly, except for the white clothes and the reflective metal.

"Is she really going to kill herself?"

"explode?"

"Wow, it's so exciting, the host is doing great!"

"Don't die, let us see your face before you die, you won't get a reward if you don't show something!"

"It seems quite beautiful, but it's a pity..."

The bright red comments are still scrolling, but unlike last time, this time they are real-time comments.

"Where did you find out?"

"It's too dark, I can't see anything clearly..."

The sound of discussion in the ear gradually sank into the water. Jian Wuyu looked at the dim picture, and his eyes fell on the bed core where the girl was sitting. Her dark gray eyes stared closely, closely, and suddenly, Her pupils suddenly widened.

Countdown: 4 minutes 21 seconds.

"Immediately evacuate the residents of the building. Immediately." Her tone was calm and steady, and she spoke quickly. Shi Yi could feel the seriousness of the matter from her repeated words.

What happened he didn't know yet, but whatever.

He ordered: "Evacuate the crowd immediately!"

Jian Wuyu looked at He Gui: "Turn on the signal jammer and interrupt the live broadcast."

He Gui moved quickly: "Okay."

Why is the girl sitting on the core of the bed?Because the sheets were twisted into ropes and hung outside the window as a pretense to fool the police, and they are still casually spread on the coffee table.

Jian Wuyu's pupils were terribly black. She clenched her fists tightly and licked her molars with her tongue so hard that the tip of her tongue was almost worn out, but she didn't care. She couldn't calm down if she didn't torture herself with pain like this. .

They thought that Jiang Seulqi had evaporated from the world, so they ran around looking for her, but Jiang Seulqi was always in this room with them, holding a bomb.

Yeah, how could a girl who had given up on suicide because of the pain of slitting her wrists leave her safe zone and go somewhere else.

Bian Baekhyun came here during the evacuation. He helped contact many people before, and even drove to search for Jiang Seulqi's possible places, but now he learned that Jiang Seulqi had been hiding at home.

The sound of hurried footsteps and complaints mixed together in the stairwell, and people hurried down in panic and confusion, while he went against the flow of people.

The higher you go, the fewer people there are.

The world is still noisy.

The other policemen didn't let Baekhyun get closer - the bomb might explode at any moment, and the police officer whose eyes were as dark as snow in the night stood upright in front of the broken wall and seemed to be thinking about something. She frowned and turned her head suddenly Glancing at him, his eyes were clear and calm.

Bian Boxian's heart beat heavily, not the so-called heartbeat, but palpitations.

She is going to die.he thinks.

Once the small dark room in the apartment was found to exist, it could not escape the search of the police. Shi Yi knocked on a wall—it was hollow, and there were two "dong dong" sounds, and there was an echo.

"Go in, Lin Sen."

Jian Wuyu nodded, before stepping into the mess, she suddenly strode up to Bian Boxian and stared into his eyes: "I believe in you."

suddenly.

But now life is at stake, and no one has the leisure to care about it.

Baekhyun raised his eyelids.

"If I'm going to die," Jian Wuyu said something so absurd that she didn't believe it herself, but she believed that Bian Baekhyun believed it, "please call your name before I die, Bian Baekhyun. Make sure I listen to it last." It's your name, so I can come to you again."

The conversation lasted only four seconds.

But looking back countless times in the future, both Jian Wuyu and Bian Boxian felt that they were deluded by ghosts, one thought why they said such nonsense, and the other thought that they actually believed these nonsense.

【00:00:00】

The countdown is over.

Everything was silent, deathly silent, everyone held their breath, let themselves blend into this deadly silence, and sincerely prayed to God that this moment of silence would never be broken.

breathe.

breathe.

call--

"boom!"

Suddenly, there was a loud noise, the flames shattered the glass, followed by the screams of the crowd, the sound of cars, the noise swept away like a storm, and there was no peace to speak of.

Jian Wuyu didn't have time to control Jiang Seulqi, she rushed in, Jiang Seulqi was holding the bomb tightly, holding the button to activate the bomb in her hand, she declared that as long as Jian Wuyu dared to approach, she would press the button and die with them.

"You wouldn't do that," Jian Wuyu strode forward, staring at Jiang Seulqi's teary eyes, "Suicide is a personal matter, you won't let me die with you."

She reached out to grab the button in Jiang Seulqi's hand, and pulled her to escape, but it was too late, and the bomb exploded just a little bit.

It was a timed/timed/bomb/bomb.

Regardless of whether Jiang Seulqi presses the button or not, it will explode at that second.

Jian Wuyu pressed Jiang Seqi under her body to block most of the impact, and after a moment of severe pain, she fell into a coma.

After death, pupils dilate.

The contraction of the pupil is due to the tension of the muscles around the pupil. After death, the muscles that control the dilation and contraction of the pupil lose their innervation, the muscles relax, and the pupil dilates.

Simply put, a person loses control over his body after death.

And Jian Wuyu was in the process of dilated pupils, she was not afraid, because she clearly knew what she was facing, better than anyone else, and she was familiar with it.

She was unavoidably groggy, she felt that the world seemed to be getting brighter, and the brightness made her a little afraid of light.

Pain, scorching pain, her whole body seemed to be burnt by fire, which was almost the same in fact, after all, Jiang Seulqi was hiding in the dark room at home with a bomb in her arms, waiting for her to rescue her.

Cold hands and feet, really cold to the bone.

Someone was pulling her wrist tightly, probably Shi Yi, the rough calluses on the palm rubbed her a little painful, but soon, this reality also disappeared, replaced by an illusion.

She is dying.

Someone is waiting, waiting for her to die.

She couldn't take it anymore.

"Bian Baekhyun." The man lowered his voice and whispered in her ear, to ensure that she could hear, his lips touched her blood-stained pinna, calm and restrained, the timing was just right.

Jian Wuyu almost applauded for him.

Afterwards, she may twitch, speak nonsense, and maybe cry, but that is just a physiological reaction and has nothing to do with her emotions.

Soon there will be a memorial service for her.

I hope that Jiang Seulqi will not seek death again because of self-blame, otherwise this time it will be regarded as death in vain.

In the end, it sank into darkness, and all thoughts turned into nothingness.

----

There was a loud bang in the distance.

Che Che suddenly stopped looking at the alarm clock, but looked in a certain direction outside the window. He didn't just look at it randomly, but looked exactly where he was looking. There was a picture in his mind.

Kim Mi Joo heard him laughing and said, "Fireworks are so beautiful."

die well

"What fireworks?"

Che Che didn't answer, just smiled softly, his dark eyes slowly closed, he rubbed his eyelids lightly, and murmured: "I'm sleepy, Mei Zhu, I want to sleep."

Jin Meizhu stared at the other party's pale face, and replied vaguely: "Well, sleep well, I'll watch."

Che Che lay down, his soft hair pressed against the pillow, he stared at Jin Meizhu expectantly, and whispered, "Can you sing to me?"

"Ah?" Jin Meizhu blinked and laughed, "Okay, I learned to sing in SM, although my real dream is to be a nurse, but I used to be a trainee in the direction of vocal training, you What do you want to hear?"

Che Che showed a gentle smile: "It's all right, I'll be very happy if you can sing to me."

Women do have very nice singing voices, soft and soothing, like the sounds of nature.

When Che went straight home, he saw Jin Meizhu sitting in the living room looking at his mobile phone. He glanced at the darkened bedroom and asked Jin Meizhu softly: "How is Che Che?"

"Boss Che, you're back." Jin Meizhu put down her phone and stood up, holding back her yawn, and respectfully said to the former company's senior manager, "Che Che is asleep."

Che Zaizhi nodded wearily: "Thank you for your hard work today."

He put down his briefcase: "Is there anything wrong with Che Che's behavior?"

"Ah," Jin Meizhu was stunned for a while, rubbing her chin, her tone full of uncertainty, "I can't tell you anything special, he's easy to get along with, but—"

She scratched the back of her head: "Manager Che, you said that Che Che was forced to commit suicide because he was gay?"

"Yes," Che Zai stepped on the slippers and walked over lightly, sat next to Jin Meizhu, still pressing the eyebrows, "You can sit too, and continue talking while sitting."

Jin Meizhu sat down quickly: "Thank you."

She sneaked a peek at Che Zaizhi, who was rubbing the center of his brows, with a somewhat painful and uncomfortable appearance, which did not quite match his usual capable and vigorous image.

"Mei Zhu?" Che Zai turned to look at her, frowning slightly, "What's wrong?"

"Ah, it's okay." Jin Meizhu quickly looked away, stuttered and said quickly, "I think, well, because Che Che is gay, his parents and friends don't like it, but Che Che did not hurt others and chose to commit suicide. He must have hated himself more than hating others. Usually he would not take the initiative to mention that he is gay, right? If he not only mentioned it, but also exchanged his pain for others