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

On the shoulder, heavy, dripping blood, drop by drop.

He closed his eyes forcefully, and unconsciously touched his fingertips into his pocket. This time he took out a cigarette, which he stared at and turned around between his fingertips. Suddenly he sighed deeply, and hastily stuffed the cigarette back. pocket.

The scent of the pot of blue hyacinths on the window sill has faded a lot. The flowering period has passed, and no matter how carefully it is taken care of, it will not last long.

The visiting agent paused for a moment, hesitated and said, "Then you do your work first, and I-"

"Let's go."

The chief detective in Seoul lowered his head, his hoarse voice was very deep, and then raised his head, the sharpness and sternness between his brows suddenly broke out from his fatigue, and the clarity and concentration in his eyes suppressed all weak emotions, leaving no room for turning over.

The detective was taken aback: "Huh?"

Shi Yi habitually pressed the police badge on his chest, raised his eyebrows and looked at the young detective, his eyebrows pressed down very severely: "What are you waiting for, let's go."

The detective couldn't recover, and when Shi Yi came over, he understood what the other party meant, and he didn't hold down his raised eyebrows in joy: "Okay, Team Shi, this way—"

People started a new life.

When a person dies, the world will not stop running, the traffic light count will not be confused, and the pancake and fruit stall downstairs still costs two yuan for an extra fried egg.

Whether they walk by themselves or are pushed by life, the dead are cremated into a handful of ashes, but the living have to eat, drink, and scatter to survive. Walking on the Yangguan Avenue and the single-plank bridge, numbly and stimulatingly Cowardly, cowardly, and bravely, you have to go on until the bridge breaks, the road ends, and you fall headfirst into the arms of death.

This is real.

As far as Jian Wuyu was concerned, maybe all the previous deaths were unresolved grievances, but she would never go back and pursue them. She had died no matter how unreasonable it was, so she already had a peaceful mind.

A year is also a year, she is alive, she must live well.

Protecting Bian Boxian is one thing. When she came to Lu Yuxiao, she wanted to help Lu Yuxiao live this year well, and she couldn't completely sacrifice herself for others.

What do you want to live?

Do not you know?Come on, rub your thumb and index finger together.

money.

This month's salary has settled into the account.

Even Jian Wuyu, who is half human, half ghost, is full of inexplicable anticipation and joy for the day of salary payment.

A total of 120 million won.

The mood reached its peak at the moment of receiving the salary, and then it was forced to fall to the bottom by the subtraction of life.

Lu Yuxiao's financial situation can be described in one word as terrible.

Transferring 20 won to my biological brother who is unemployed at home, and 30 won to my parents, the total remaining salary is 70 won.

Buy less things, you can live.

But it's not over yet, the SMS notification has arrived, this month, she will continue to pay a huge amount of endowment insurance fees to her parents, once every six months, until they are 65 years old.

The cost this time is 200 million won.

Jian Wuyu went to check the current deposit of Lu Yuxiao's bank card, and saw that the number was 2, and the unit was Korean won.I just finished paying my parents' pension insurance.

It seemed that it was a sum of money that Lu Yuxiao dared not touch.

The remaining 70 won on the salary card has to be deducted from the rent. Fortunately, Qian Li didn't ask her to pay utility bills, property fees, and internet fees.

51 won left.

In Seoul, a place where prices are so high that people are ashamed, she just tightened her belt and passed.

Then there are all kinds of APP renewal reminder messages that appear regularly/timely/explosively/bomb-like, plus the final payment of cosmetics, clothing, and daily necessities...

There is no more than 51 won, how much is left?

Jian Wuyu ticked off the items on the list one by one according to Lu Yuxiao's usual practice, and found a deeper reason for Lu Yuxiao's behavior of relying on Qiandi's relief everywhere.

poor.

The poor will starve to death on the streets without the help of thousands of people.

It's not easy to be poor. Lu Yuxiao is a delicate poor man who can't let go of his self-esteem. It's very easy to send money home. Don't mention that he is so difficult that he can't pay the utility bills. At the same time, he buys various big-name cosmetics and clothes outside—— Compete with colleagues and leave a pile of outstanding balance payments and loans.

Lu Yuxiao probably stayed with Qian Qiang for a long time, thinking that he is also a person of the same world and social level as Qian Qiang. It seems that he spends a lot of money, but in fact he has to figure it out, buying a bar of chocolates and sharing it with Qian Qiang One mouthful, you have to pay for it with Qianlong AA.

What would she do if Qian Dan was gone?

This job with five social insurances and one housing fund, weekends and holidays, nine to five in the morning, just sit on the seat and help people print documents, can get about [-] RMB a month. Qian Li used her relationship to let her go I found it by the back door.

Jian Wuyu sighed, but she couldn't completely criticize Lu Yuxiao. She might be a bit blind and vain, but she was indeed a child who was filial to her parents.

Thinking about this, I always feel that I am an ordinary girl again, with ordinary worries, worrying about money, worrying about unreliable family members, worrying about the future that I can see at a glance, but this short ordinary time immersed in the world is also very fast. Ended up with a phone call.

It's Baekhyun.

Hades came to tell her to go on the road.Jian Wuyu woke up for a moment, thought jokingly, then sighed leisurely, she connected, and put the phone between her ears and shoulders.

"Yeah. I'm working."

"Dinner is fine."

"The tavern? I remember the address. Okay, see you at seven in the evening."

tavern meet

This food street in Seoul, South Korea is full of people at any time. In addition to various gourmet restaurants, there are also pubs, food stalls and KTV. It is the best place for employees of surrounding companies to go after get off work.

The community animals have been busy all day, and only delicious food can comfort their hearts.

There is also a culture in South Korea that office workers are immersed in - a glass of wine after work, and young people can't go home honestly after work. If they want to bring it home without a proper reason, they will definitely be questioned by the seniors. What happened today?"

Have a drink, sing a song, and you are not allowed to go home anyway.

【17:00】

The electronic clock hanging on the wall made a beeping sound, and the alarm clocks of mobile phones with different styles on each workstation rang one after another.

Someone let out a sigh of relief.

Jian Wuyu immediately stood up, carried the bag and pushed the chair amidst the yawning of colleagues, the sliding of chair casters, and the clattering of documents, and quickly clocked in, "beep".

The colleague at the next station who wanted to have a drink with her was shaken by the wind when she stood up, stretched out half an arm, and watched her disappear outside the door in a daze.

"Ah... why didn't you even say hello, what's going on with this kid today..."

Who said that, I am not active after get off work, and I have a problem with my thinking.

The tavern that Jian Wuyu and Bian Boxian agreed to meet was the time-honored restaurant that Jin Meizhu took Jian Wuyu to. There are private rooms inside the restaurant, and the boss knows Bian Boxian well, so the risk of meeting would not be too great.

But having seen the madness of Bian Boxian's illegitimate meal, plus there is an invisible killer who is eyeing the woman next to Bian Boxian, Jian Wuyu decided to prepare for the worst.

Jian Wuyu didn't know what kind of disguise Bian Boxian planned to use to go to the tavern with her for dinner, but in order to ensure her personal safety, she should make the best disguise.

Qian Chen rarely came to pick her up from get off work. The time difference between the two of them was too great. She had to go back by herself. She took the subway for 5 stops and then took the bus to go home. It took three to 10 minutes. The bus takes 20 minutes.

The sky gradually darkened to gray-blue, the deep orange sun sank in the residential buildings on the hill, and the high-rise buildings armed with tempered glass in the distance reflected the dazzling light.

The streets and alleys twisted and turned, and the light could not find its way. Only one corner of the unlit neon signboard was dyed a wonderful gradient orange by the afterglow.

Turning into the depths of the alley, there is fog in the time-honored burnt hotel, with the smell of barbecue and wine, and the clear and crisp sound of thick glasses colliding from inside to outside.

"Jingling, jingling~"

The wind chime rang, a guest came, and the curtain was lifted. The boss raised his head in response, habitually raised a warm smile, and greeted in a drawn-out tone: "Welcome—"

When he saw the other party's attire clearly, his smile paused subtly.

The visitor was neither tall nor short, wearing a pilled black sports sweater and blue jeans with rolled-up trouser legs, carrying a black sports bag, and a plain black peaked cap without a logo, the brim of which was pressed to the eyebrows, Half of his face was covered up, and he wore black-rimmed glasses. He looked ordinary, and he was dressed like that that can be seen everywhere on the street, so he couldn't remember it.

"He" took two steps forward with some timidity, stood still, with his feet brought together unnaturally, glanced at the store, searched for empty seats, seemed to be calculating, and then turned around after a while.

A rather inconspicuous little boy, like an outsider who always hides in the corner of the booth and plays with his mobile phone among the high school students who come to the dinner party, or like a rookie who has no popularity in the company's team building activities and can only work hard, probably Called to make a reservation.

When the boss was young, he was a well-known righteous boy in the community. Now that he is older and has a daughter who is in high school, he naturally feels pity for these disadvantaged children, and his smile becomes warmer and warmer: "How many people?"

Looking into the eyes of the boss, he didn't avoid the visitor, he bent his eyes subtly, and a ray of calmness leaked out from here, like a red flower protruding from the frost-covered wall, breaking the whole The dead breath of winter.

The boss was stunned when he received the signal, and didn't remember who this person was for a long time.

The person who came looked down at the phone, then raised his head and said softly: "Road. Room No. [-]."

woman's voice