Soul Patch

Chapter 13 Unknown Error

After leaving the meeting room, Wenjie did not return to Zhao Xiaolong's workstation.

Of course, this is also his workstation now.

He skillfully navigated the branch office area, turning a few corners before entering the smoking room at the end of the corridor.

He reached into his pocket and pulled out a shrunken cigarette case.

The pale yellow box was wrinkled, and the narrow, gleaming metal wires were curled up.

He glanced at the fluorescent red characters "Yuxi" in the center of the box... and couldn't help but shake his head with a smile.

The cigarette box was originally quite festive, but now it just doesn't look right to me.

This was slipped into his pocket by Bai Yu; he doesn't usually smoke Yuxi cigarettes.

He tapped the cigarette box casually, took out one of the few cigarettes he had, sniffed it, and lit it with a "snap".

With a cigarette in his mouth, he brought it close to the flickering flame, and a wisp of white smoke rose up... the cigarette was lit.

The taste of nicotine filled his mouth, but his thoughts were focused on the butterfly-shaped cord.

How did I learn to tie this kind of butterfly knot?

He searched his memory for anything related to the butterfly-shaped rope knot.

However, as soon as you try to think hard, you will encounter memory gaps.

At the same time, a vast, indescribable hatred surged in his mind, and images flashed uncontrollably through his head:

Lace skirts, blood-stained bodies, stiletto heels, faces smeared with makeup, long hair, short hair...

Suddenly, the scene focuses on a pair of round, fair thighs, the hem of a skirt adorned with lace and pleats swaying with each step, back and forth, left and right, bobbing back and forth...

He was momentarily lost in thought, looking down along the shapely long legs to see a pair of black high heels stepping on the dirt road.

He looked around. Wasn't this the road from his hometown?

His gaze moved upwards and he saw a heavily made-up face. Who else could it be but Liu Qingqing?

He watched as Liu Qingqing picked up a stone to knock him unconscious and then sexually assault him.

Wenjie's hand trembled; the cigarette had burned down to his fingertips... He gasped for breath, then suddenly brought the cigarette to his lips and took a few hard drags.

As the taste of tobacco spreads in my mouth, my body is immersed in the numbing effect of nicotine...

The snow-white walls, the ashtray beside him, the trash can in the distance, and the words "***Second Precinct" printed on the trash can gradually became clear in his sight.

hallucinations!

That was just a hallucination!

That's not real!

He breathed a sigh of relief. In the smoking room at his workplace, there was no heavily made-up Liu Qingqing, no black stockings and black high heels, no dirt road like in his hometown…

He leaned against the window of the smoking room, intending to enjoy the city view while puffing out cigarette smoke.

But after that fright, he had no mood to appreciate the scenery at all.

He took a few steps back and slumped into a chair in the smoking room.

For some reason, he felt a sorrow he had never felt before.

He still retained memories of the past few days in his mind, and he clearly remembered his hatred for the serial killer.

Upon learning that the murderer had brutally killed Yang Shanshan, he felt that even killing the murderer a thousand times would not be enough to vent his hatred.

This damn system corrected the murderer's life trajectory, and the reshaped Zhao Xiaolong had a sound personality and a bright future!

He became a scapegoat and the target of police surveillance.

Every time I see a similar scene, I feel the killer's uncontrollable madness... and fear.

It seems that if he doesn't kill that person, that person will violate him, bully him, and humiliate him.

Only by killing that person can this oppressive, suffocating fear be eliminated.

He brought the cigarette to his lips again, only to find that it had already burned out.

Completely unwilling to go back to work, he took out his cigarette case from his pocket, ready to light another one.

Then the system startup screen appeared before my eyes, and it seemed to take less than two seconds to go from 0% to 100%.

It lifted his spirits!

System, you're finally online! Do you know how I got through these six hours?

Wenjie was on the verge of tears and casually threw the shrunken cigarette pack into the trash can.

You can go a day without cigarettes, but you can't go a day without a system...

The system failed to start normally.

Holy crap! What's going on?

System, please don't scare me!

Are you just going to stand by and watch me get arrested by the police and shot dead?

The system test questions did not meet the assessment standards and could not be linked to the system.

[Please choose to complete the test again or proceed with the system's intensive training exercises.]

[Complete Again]

Is there even a choice? Knowing that a ridiculous answer like "trying to catch fish by climbing a tree" is useless to someone like me who's about to be executed.

[Choose a destructive patch]

As long as he doesn't kill that cross-dressing pervert, he'll target others. At the same point in time, it's either Zhang San or Li Si.

Isn't this painful lesson enough to illustrate the problem?

Doesn't a destructive force mean death? That cross-dressing pervert deserved to die.

—I'm going to kill someone—

The system quickly switched time and space, and Wenjie appeared on the small road in his hometown:

Twelve-year-old Zhao Xiaolong walked over, smiled at him, headed towards Aunt Pang's house, picked up a half-basket of eggs, and smiled shyly...

This kid is so big, why is he so shy? Hurry up and go!

Finally, Zhao Xiaolong turned and left Aunt Pang's house. Wenjie quickly ran into Aunt Pang's house, picked up a knife from the kitchen, and looked at the gleaming blade with a relieved smile.

His smile was caught by the plump aunt who entered the house. Startled, she trembled and fell to the ground, shrinking back and stammering, "..."

"Who...who are you? What...what do you want?"

Wenjie's face turned fierce as he sneered at the pale-faced fat aunt: "This is none of your business. Get out of the way and don't delay my killing."

Wenjie left Aunt Pang's house and kept a distance from Zhao Xiaolong that was neither too close nor too far.

Looking at the small, thin figure in front of me, strolling leisurely through the fields.

He felt time was passing incredibly slowly; the sun hung lazily overhead, unmoving, making him sweat profusely…

Perhaps the sweating wasn't from the sun, but rather from the excitement of about to kill that pervert... his own cruel and bloodthirsty personality had taken over his body.

This made him eager for the impending killing.

Finally, Zhao Xiaolong was attacked!

(Uh... that's a really twisted idea.)

He darted up, leaped over the bushes, stepped over the eggs scattered on the ground, and entered the path, where he saw the cross-dressing pervert holding Zhao Xiaolong hostage.

He struggled to lift Zhao Xiaolong and walk forward. Zhao Xiaolong was knocked unconscious, his head and limbs hanging limply.

The road surface was uneven, and he roughly flung off his left high heel.

He hooked his right foot up and tapped it against his left calf, causing his right high heel to fall off. He lifted his black lace skirt and tied it around his waist, revealing a pair of muscular thighs...

He paused for a moment, seemingly having heard something.

Wenjie raised his cleaver high, and before he could even turn his head, the cold blade flashed and the sharp edge was already there.

Blood gushed out, splattering everywhere!

The cross-dressing pervert had a gash on his neck, and blood was gushing out.

He narrowed his eyes slightly, and a smile gradually spread across his lips.

He looked down at the kitchen knife in his hand, then at the lifeless female pervert on the ground.

A surge of hatred welled up inside him: countless nights he trembled under the covers, unable to let go or forget, tormented by this relentless torment, day after day, year after year.

He really wanted to end his life. Once, he mustered up the courage to cut his wrists. After being rescued, he saw his mother's heartbroken expression and finally softened.

They can't die, but they can't live well either.

With a swift stroke of the blade, everything came to an end... He had waited far too long for this moment.

Wenjie stared at the corpse lying on the ground for a moment, wiped the fingerprints off the knife, threw the knife into the egg basket, supported Zhao Xiaolong with one hand, and carried the egg basket with the other, leaving the crime scene.

He couldn't let Zhao Xiaolong become a suspect, because he didn't know how his life trajectory would be affected.

It wouldn't be good to leave fingerprints on the handle of the knife, in case it caused trouble for my past self who lived in Yonghui Village, which was three or five kilometers away from here. That would be a greater loss than gain.

He led Zhao Xiaolong to a small river about a kilometer away on the outskirts of the village and threw the kitchen knife into the river downstream.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaolong's clothes were splattered with blood, they helped Zhao Xiaolong take off his clothes and threw them into the river to soak. They soaked them for a full half hour, but a trace of blood was still left.

Having no other choice, I grabbed a handful of wild grass and rubbed it on the area of ​​my clothes with the stain, finally covering the stain with green.

After the clothes dried, the sun gradually sank in the west.

[Patch Released]

[Patch deployed successfully]

[Test completed: Overall score 60 points]

After logging out of the system, Wenjie disappeared by the stream on the outskirts of the village.

—I passed! 60 points is enough!—

Wenjie returns to the real world.

The system interface in front of him began to scroll, with colorful bars appearing from the center of the screen and rotating in a clockwise spiral.

It seems that this is not a two-dimensional space but a three-dimensional space. The spiraling colored bars go further and further away and finally disappear at the center of the screen.

Congratulations on successfully completing the system test!

Welcome to the Soul Patch System

[System binding successful]

...Wenjie was momentarily dazed. What? He had just entered the system.

Before……

It's really hard to accept. After you think you've done your best and gone through all the hardships to pass the test, you're told that everything hasn't even started yet!

[Random reward for test questions: Skill +1]

[WARNING: If the carrier brings out an object that does not belong to this world, the system will generate an unknown error.]

(End of this chapter)