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

His sympathy, he—er, isn’t his psychological quality a little too strong? "

"Also, he has been checking the time, more and more frequently, I don't know what he is waiting for, but he looks very anxious, and he said that the fireworks are beautiful... Then he said that it happened to be the time of the explosion. , could it really be a coincidence..."

Jin Meizhu is pure and kind, she will carelessly expose her back to a stranger, even if she knows that the other person is holding a knife in his hand behind his back.

There are thousands of malicious things in the world, but she tolerates and explains them with kindness.

Treating a person who intends to hurt him like this is not the so-called Virgin's heart, so clean and pure that he has no care to save his life.

Redeeming others with your own body?She is not trying to become a Buddha.

When going to rescue a drowning person, you have to worry that the other person will lose consciousness and only care about your own survival, clinging to him and refusing to let go. If you fail to save the person, you will lose your life instead.

What's more, Che Che is more like a water ghost than a drowning person. He doesn't want his own life, but only the death of others.

At least, she needs to know.

Che Zaizhi looked at Jin Meizhu in surprise for a while, then lowered his head and smiled: "It's just a coincidence, Che Che's mental state is not very good, he can't believe anything he says."

He stood up: "Then, thank you for your hard work today."

Jin Meizhu understood that she had been ordered to evict her, she stood up in a panic, and heard Che Zaizhi say to her in a deep voice: "I hope you don't mention the matter of Che Che to others, I am afraid that others will hurt him, Treat it as a secret between us today, okay?"

"Secret," Jin Meizhu looked at the dark bedroom, licked her lips, and said with a dry smile, "It's fine, if you believe that I will keep it a secret."

"Farewell first."

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"Leaders, guests, relatives and friends, today we mourn Police Officer Lin Sen with deep sorrow—"

Detective Lin Sen died in the line of duty.

On July 7, Lin Sen, a criminal police officer of the Seoul Public Security Bureau, was seriously injured in an explosion while arresting the suspect in the abetting murder case. He was only 12 years old and died heroically after being rescued by the hospital.

On the morning of the 15th, a grand memorial ceremony was held locally to pay tribute to the heroes and see them off.

There are reports everywhere. Lin Sen used to be an unknown little character, but because of these reports, she became a well-known hero. People don't know what she has done, but when they mention her, they all sigh "how young" "our country needs this good cop".

The young people in the police station took her as a role model, and held a grand memorial service for her in the police station. The leaders who usually see each other attended one after another, and presented their speeches loudly—whether it was formal or heartfelt.

"Lin Sen died heroically. She is usually a hardworking, fair and good police officer. We often see her working late into the night—"

Ah, apart from the media of the private TV station, the state-owned media also rushed to the scene to take touching pictures of the hero being respected by everyone, and to spread the positive energy of the society.

"Officer Lin Sen has fulfilled her vows all her life. She is dedicated and conscientious. She works for the people all night long and burns her life to illuminate others. Now, she is asleep. Good night, our hero."

"Hero, go all the way."

Lin Sen's relatives and friends also held their heads high and proud because they had such relatives, while her husband who had always abandoned her and her vicious mother-in-law were blamed by everyone.

"Lin Sen is usually so busy with work, and you let her have a baby, you only know how to complain!"

"You, a husband, don't know how to be considerate of others! Why are you getting divorced, Lin Sen is dead, are you happy now?"

"She is a hero, how can you be worthy of her!"

Very perfect, well deserved death, honor added.

This was supposed to be the way things were going.

It's actually July 7th.

There is the sound of cicadas, the sound of cars driving, and the rice cakes are frying on the baking tray, sizzling.

This is a noisy summer day, all emotions are smeared far away from the explosion, and the fear and anger will gradually fade away. In the noise of the world, the loud noise that pierced the eardrums, but It was a tiny pebble thrown into the sea, and the ripples spread, but round and round and round and round until nothing seemed to happen.

In the past few days, Seoul, South Korea has been calm, and the front page of the newspaper is that a certain female idol was photographed having a private meeting with someone late at night.

"I heard that the date is the popular lead dancer of a boy group?"

"The price of pork has risen again, my God, I can't afford meat anymore."

"The subway needs to implement a comprehensive reform? What kind of reform, ah? Line 7 is going to be suspended? Then how do I go to work? Taxi is very expensive! You don't know how crowded the bus is..."

The hot topics discussed today are different from those of yesterday, but they are very lifelike, and they must be news that was discussed some time ago, such as the romances of artists that are exposed every once in a while.

So, what about the case?What about Lin Sen?

What about flames, debris, and loud noises?

What about the bomb?What about the police officer who flew and threw the man to the ground?What about gore and death?

Nothing at all.

No one knew about the bombing, and no one knew that Lin Sen detective died protecting Jiang Seul Gi, and died in the line of duty?No, there were no casualties.

Media reports said it was a gas explosion accident, because that's what the police told them.

No one said: "Officer Lin Sen has dedicated his life to—"

Only the anchor of a TV station’s news program at [-] p.m. said calmly and objectively, “A gas explosion occurred in a community in Seoul today. Fortunately, there were no casualties.”

SM completely blocked the news, and refused to allow its artist Kang Seul Gi to accept any interviews, even if it was just to express its gratitude to the benefactor who saved her life.

Lin Sen's funeral was very simple and low-key. Her husband and mother-in-law did not attend. Relatives and friends just discussed at home: "What kind of policeman is a woman going to be? You can see what happened."

"Oh, no wonder you're getting divorced. You can't even take care of your family if you work in such a dangerous job. You can't even save your own life."

"How did you die?"

"Who knows, probably because of revenge..."

The mother-in-law said to Lin Sen's husband: "It's unlucky for you to marry this kind of woman back then! You're just unlucky. You can't conceive a child, and you're gone."

She said: "A few days ago, I saw that the daughter of Aunt Li's family, the executive of a big company, seemed to be interested in you. Son, you have to seize the opportunity..."

The husband couldn't hold back his smug smile, and slightly raised his head to pretend to be reserved: "I see."

No memorial service.

"In order to avoid causing unnecessary panic to the public, the cause of Lin Sen's death and the details of the case are not announced to the outside world, and everything is kept simple," the director looked at Shi Yi with calm eyes, "Got it, Captain Shi."

Shi Yi touched his pocket, instead of taking out a cigarette, he took out a lighter and lit it, "Ding, "Ding", the fire was reflected in his eyes, for a moment, he put away the lighter, saluted neatly, and said in a deep voice :"clear."

All Shi Yi could win was a very simple and even hasty memorial service, with only a few people attending.

The venue was small, and many people did not attend, including Jiang Seulgi who traded her life for it.

Technical investigation commissioner He Gui didn't wear that rumpled plaid shirt, but was rarely seen wearing a formal police uniform.

He stood in front of Lin Sen's portrait, looking at her in confusion and concentration. She rarely smiled, her brows were always frowning, her gray eyes were indifferent, but her hands were warm and strong.

He spent a short time with Lin Sen, but he still deeply remembers Lin Sen saying to him when he heard his name for the first time: "Where to go, where to go, when to go, why to go back. Good name."

No one had ever mentioned his name like that, and he blushed at that time and said that her name was nice too.

Lin Sen smiled and didn't ask him why it sounded so good.

Where is the person who said his name was a good name now?

Shi Yi came over and heard him ask: "Shi team, do you think it's worth it?"

Shi Yi pressed his fleshless shoulder and stood with him without saying a word.

He met Lin Sen's eyes, which were always looking forward, without any haze or concealment.

It is not the praise of the world that makes the hero, but the hero makes the hero itself.

She knew it, he knew it, and he would know it too.

"Officer Lin died because of me, right?"

Jiang Seulqi was slightly injured and was hospitalized. According to the policeman in charge of the questioning, Jiang Seulqi didn’t know it was a timed/timed/bomb/bomb. She thought it was controlled by a button—that’s what the administrator told him, she I regretted it and cried bitterly.

However, no amount of tears can save a life.

"Miss Jiang!"

When Shi Yi rushed to the hospital, Jiang Seqi was sitting on the window sill, her pale face was covered with tears, she turned her neck to look at Shi Yi, and twitched the corners of her mouth.

"My life like this should have ended long ago," she said softly to herself, her gaze fell on the open space below the seventh floor, and she leaned forward slightly, "It would be great if I died then, so Officer Lin will not die, nothing will happen."

She is already sitting on the edge of the window sill, the wind is so strong that it blows her hair into a mess, and a little further, she will be blown away, her soul, her sins, will disappear in the wind Exhausted.

"Miss Jiang, if it wasn't you, it would be someone else. Officer Lin was ready to give his life for this case," Shi Yi interrupted, and slowly approached her with sharp and sober eyes, "Officer Lin She left a message, listen to it."

He quickly took out a recording pen from his pocket and pressed the button.

"It's July 7, at 8:14 pm, in the police office."

The woman's steady and slightly hoarse voice echoed in the ward, even if the wind blew, it couldn't blow away the voice that had a special quality.