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

Forced to have nothing to say.

"Oh, what's going on," the driver yelled distressedly, "Don't hammer it, it's broken for you."

He stared at the rebellious little girl in the back row from the rearview mirror, and suddenly figured out some familiar flavors from that movement, and he was not sure: "Eh? Your little girl looks familiar, don't you?" Have you been in my car before?"

Jian Wuyu remembered the driver's face, and silently answered "yes" in his heart.

"The last time I was drunk, I built my car. Why did I run into it again when I was drunk again?" The driver uncle sighed at the young man now, his kind and gossip eyes fell on Jian Wuyu who was wearing a peaked cap On the body, "You are her new boyfriend, ouch, boy, you have to take good care of your girlfriend, drinking so much alcohol will hurt your health."

Jian Wuyu was too busy tearing Jin Meizhu's legs off the front seat, so she didn't have time to answer.

"Tsk tsk tsk, what do you do if you come out to drink so late at such a young age and meet bad people? Although I shouldn't meddle in your business, uncle still has to say, your girlfriend is like this, her friend used to take care of it, now you take care of it Now, it’s okay to always be alone in the end, you have to learn to restrain yourself.”

The sound of cars outside pierced through the glass, the wind was blowing loudly, and the uncle's hoarse voice was not very clear.

Jian Wuyu was entangled by Jin Meizhu and couldn't move, so she could only look down at the other person's blessed face buried in her arms. She closed her eyes and looked defenseless, with tears in the corners of her eyes and saliva on her mouth. sloppy.

"An Yan, you are not allowed to leave when you come back this time," she murmured softly as she sobbed, "You are not allowed to leave..."

It is true that people should grow up.

Jin Meizhu has always been a strong child, and Jian Wuyu has never doubted that she will spend every year well and become an outstanding person.

"Don't look at her as stupid," Jian Wuyu replied in a deep voice amidst the steady traffic, "She knows everything."

The uncle driver froze suddenly, where did the woman's voice come from?

He was shocked and said, "Boy, are you a woman?"

"Tsk," he stared at the two girls who were tightly hugging each other through the rearview mirror with a complicated expression, curled his lips, and said meaningfully, "young man, come on."

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Qian Chen is comfortably applying a facial mask in her bedroom, while doing yoga poses, with her arms stretched out, her hands clasped together, sitting cross-legged, and a popular TV series is playing on the tablet, but it doesn't attract her attention.

All she could think about was why her best friend of many years was moving around surreptitiously.

It's eleven o'clock in the middle of the night, and I haven't come back yet.

In the past two days, Lu Yuxiao has been haunted by ghosts. He didn’t go home in the middle of the night. He came out in the high-end neighborhood early in the morning. Where did he come from so late today? Could it be a man——it shouldn’t be. Can you get enlightened overnight?

There was a knock on the door at this moment.

She got up at once, but realized that she was acting too proactively, and deliberately slowed down a few steps, leaning against the door arrogantly and asking, "Who is it?"

"Me, Lu Yuxiao."

She opened the door slowly, leaned against the door frame with folded hands, and glanced over with lowered eyes: "What are you doing back so late—"

He swallowed the second half of the sentence.

She didn't recognize a young boy wearing a peaked cap at the door, but after a closer look, wasn't it Lu Yuxiao who had cut his hair short?

Qianqian's eyes widened: "You, what stimulated you?"

Just as Jian Wuyu was about to explain, she was dragged into the door by Qiandun again: "Come in, it's so cold outside, you are stupid."

To be honest, it is difficult to find a suitable reason to explain his sudden hair change, especially when the other party is Qian Qian, who is ruthless in judging people, not as naive as Jin Meizhu.

"Why, have you lost your love?" Qianqian guessed based on his own experience, "Otherwise you cut your hair properly, and your hair didn't offend you."

A good reason.

Jian Wuyu's eyes lit up suddenly, and she immediately said, "Yes, I'm broken in love."

Qianlong was taken aback by her enthusiasm: "Huh?"

Jian Wuyu settled her thoughts, and without thinking, dumped the blame on Bian Boxian, who knew nothing at the moment, to increase credibility: "I met Bian Boxian once, and he dumped me. I am very sad."

Regardless of whether Qian Chen believed it or not, she lowered her head, looking very depressed.

When it comes to Bian Boxian, Lu Yuxiao never jokes.Qianlong knew this.She also didn't care about the flawed rhetoric, she stretched her hand over Lu Yuxiao's shoulder, patted her hand lightly, and cursed: "Okay, try harder, just say that the man is unreliable and you still want to go. "

"Sister will find you one, it will be more reliable than Bian Boxian."

"You still think about your first love. First love is a thing of the past. When it's over, it's over."

Speaking of his first love, the business elite who acted vigorously and spoke softly a lot, Qian Qian supported Jian Wuyu's shoulder, and solemnly said: "Don't imitate me, you still think about a dead person."

dead.

That's right, the boy Qian Qian liked, who loved to drink milk tea, died because he liked the same sex.

Jian Wuyu thought of Che Che again, how could someone who doesn't drink milk tea often order a cup of whole sugar milk tea, besides, in her opinion, the person Che Che likes is not Che Zaizhi, but Bian Boxian.

It seems that Che Che is not like the Che Che they said.

Who is it like?

Qian Chen poked Jian Wuyu's forehead: "Why are you in a daze?"

"Qianqian." Jian Wuyu didn't respond, but slowly raised her eyelids to look into Qianqian's bright eyes seriously, and called her name solemnly and hesitantly.

Qian Qian tilted her head: "Why?"

She liked that man so much, she shouldn't have done it.

"I," Jian Wuyu pressed the tip of her tongue against her teeth, feeling that it was difficult to speak, and she didn't know if it was appropriate. After struggling for a while, she said softly, "I want you to meet someone."

she fell asleep

People can't live too long, because time will make people lose themselves, it wears down your will, takes away your value, and finally only allows your body to survive.

Jian Wuyu has lived too long, and her only belief is to find herself.

At the moment when he was closest to collapse, Jian Wuyu once heard himself asking himself why he lived so hard, and what was the point of preserving his reputation and face for a dead self.

She gazed long into the abyss, and the abyss gazed into her.

In the dead silence, she heard whispers.

"If you want, you can do whatever you want with the world, you can break into the bank and take all the cash, you can smear famous paintings on exhibitions, you can knock over valuable antiques in museums, you can make high-ranking officials who don't like you Step down, the police will never catch you."

"Go and build your kingdom of death, set your rules of the game, and let all things submit to you."

She heard herself fighting to the death with herself, heard the sharp panting squeezed from her chest, heard the whispers that hadn't died down because of her good deeds.

"You're a monster, stop pretending you're human."

"Tell the world that the monster is coming."

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Step by step, I walked into a hidden path in the depths. The white-painted street lamp poles were covered with colorful advertisements. The light bulbs turned on and off due to poor contact. The trash can was full of rubbish and even overflowed outside. , the rotten stench of food residue quietly flowed away.

The small sounds swayed from unknown places, and the direction could not be heard clearly. The enemies hidden in the dark seemed to come from all directions, and also seemed to come from his own heart.

I couldn't see what was hiding behind the dirty garbage bag, there seemed to be an eye in the dark shadow.

A black figure swished from one end to the other, revealing a cold green vertical pupil after overturning the wine bottle, staring at the person indifferently and vigilantly, sharp minions were already exposed.

The visitor was not in a hurry, and she walked forward steadily on the middle-heeled shoes. Her strides were small and the frequency of steps was very low. Every step she took seemed to be well thought out.

She glanced at the cat calmly, then looked away.

Some people have said that the stray cats in this area are usually very fierce, it is best not to provoke them.

She focused on her ear—she was talking on the phone.

"You can arrange when I will deliver your ID card to you, or you can pick it up at the front desk of the company at your convenience, and I will send you the address."

"Okay, thank you, I'll pick it up tomorrow morning, please send me the address."

She paused, hesitated for a rare moment, and said softly: "Please take care of Bian Boxian, the car manager."

"Of course, you don't have to worry about this, goodbye."

The call hangs up, and an unread message pops up on the interface after a few seconds.

Jian Wuyu clicked on the message and took a look. The cold white light from the phone screen made her eyes look like cold glass, and her dark pupils were particularly frightening. But her eyelids were half-drooped, her facial muscles relaxed, and her expression It showed a calmness that was extremely inconsistent with the indifference in his eyes.

This step is stepping on the light, and the next step turns into darkness.

The wild cat let out a long hoarse cry, jumped up suddenly, and landed on the wall with the garbage bag, and crawled silently.

someone is coming.

A person.

A person who followed her for three days straight.

She knows who it is.

In the evening, the sun will set and the moon will not rise.

Jian Wuyu has a wealth of experience in anti-stalking. When she noticed that she was being followed, she dropped a note at random. Passers-by and people who had nothing to do with her would naturally not pick it up, or even pay attention to it. However, those who followed her But will pick up the note - in order not to miss any information.

Her usual route to and from get off work is relatively fixed, especially after get off work, she usually does not go to nightclubs and bars with her colleagues but goes straight home, arrives at the bus station at what time, and gets off at what time, can be precisely determined.

She saw the person who picked up the note she dropped, the person didn't even pretend to be disguised, and blatantly exposed his identity in broad daylight