Soul Patch

Chapter 140

Officer Zhang looked around the room. When he entered the bedroom, he saw that the room was dimly lit and clothes were scattered on the floor...

Stockings, long skirts, and... women's lingerie—the vibrant colors and sensual allure spread across the floor!

Officer Zhang looked away with slight embarrassment, only to bump into the two people cuddling together as soon as he turned around.

Wenjie pulled Andy into his arms, his hand wandering restlessly over the woman's waist.

"Ahem..." Officer Zhang had to cough twice to remind the two people to be more careful with their behavior.

The reminder worked; Wenjie's hand, which had been moving as nimbly as a snake, suddenly stopped.

Wenjie pretended to be completely lost and said worriedly:

"Officer, officer, um... could you please send some police to protect us? We're so close to the upstairs neighbors, what if we run into a psychopath? What if the killer hasn't left?"

Officer Zhang listened patiently as Wenjie rambled on and on.

Finally, he took out the interrogation record and said, "Write down what happened last night, recall if you encountered any suspicious people, write down what you did from last night until now, who you were with, and sign your name at the end."

Officer Zhang pointed to the signature area at the bottom of the statement as he spoke.

Wenjie's heart sank; he had forgotten to rehearse his story with Andy beforehand.

If something goes wrong in the writing, it'll be hard to explain. He scratched his head and chuckled, saying:

"We...we got home from get off work last night, ate dinner around 7 or 8 pm, went to bed around 10 pm, and then..."

Wenjie glanced at the quartz clock in the living room. "Then it was 5:15 a.m., when you knocked on the door saying there was an accident upstairs." After saying that, Wenjie ruffled Andy's hair and said softly, "Honey, do you think I forgot anything?"

Andy lowered her head, pretending to think seriously. After a few seconds, she raised her rosy little face and said, "It doesn't seem like anything special. Yesterday was pretty ordinary."

Andy took the paper from Officer Zhang and pulled Wenjie to sit down at the table. Wenjie hurriedly said, "Let me wipe the table."

She ran to the kitchen, grabbed a rag, and quickly wiped the dining table a few times.

Officer Zhang watched Wenjie and Andy sitting face to face at the dining table, scribbling rapidly on a piece of paper.

He glanced casually at the kitchen and asked, "What did you eat last night? Who cooked it? What did you do after eating?"

Wenjie glanced at Andy secretly, then buried his head in his paper and focused on answering the question.

The two quickly finished writing their statements and handed them to Officer Zhang.

He glanced at them briefly, then looked up and smiled at them: "Thank you for your cooperation. There are guards upstairs these days, so you don't need to worry about safety. Please contact us if you remember anything."

After shaking hands with each of them, Officer Zhang turned and closed the door.

The moment the door closed, Wenjie and Andy jumped back as if they had been electrocuted, as if they hadn't just been inseparable.

Andy blinked his bright eyes and looked towards the door, which was tightly closed, indicating that the police officer had indeed left.

A mocking smile spread across her face, and she gave a disdainful "humph."

The sticky, lewd expression on Wenjie's face had vanished. He walked towards the bedroom, looked down at the bed, and slowly said, "Jia Nan, you can come out now."

Hearing the police leave and the door close, Jia Nan, who was under the bed, quietly took out carbamide powder and was about to light it.

As he watched the flickering flames slowly approach Cammi powder, a sense of unease swept through his heart.

He didn't bring the antidote, which means that he and Andy will also be affected by the hallucinogenic drug.

He was thinking about how to tell Andy to cover his mouth and nose and inhale as little burning carbamide as possible.

When he heard Wenjie call his name, his hand, which was on the lighter, trembled unexpectedly.

He impatiently put away his lighter and caramel powder, then frowned and climbed out.

Andy appeared behind Wenjie without him noticing. She crossed her arms, a faint smile playing on her lips, and asked casually, "Wenjie, what was your answer to Officer Zhang's last question?"

Wenjie understood, of course, that Andy was asking a series of questions about what he had eaten the night before.

He said calmly, "Don't worry, I was watching carefully when I went to the kitchen. I won't give myself away."

Andy raised an eyebrow incredulously. "Then who cooked the meal?"

"You did this, your pajamas still smell of cooking oil."

As they were talking, Jia Nan climbed out. He stared at Wen Jie's slippers for a moment, then looked at his own bare feet and plopped down on the bed.

When Wenjie saw Jia Nan come out, he stopped paying attention to Andy.

He walked over, patted Jia Nan on the shoulder, and said slowly, "Jia Nan, Jia Song's incident happened on June 15, 2007. Repeat that date."

Jia Nan stared coldly at Wen Jie, her expression complex, a mixture of wariness, suspicion, and above all, disbelief.

He looked at Wenjie and saw that Wenjie's expression was serious, not at all like he was joking.

But what he just said, wasn't he just making fun of people?

Repeat?

Should we repeat this?

Everything that day was etched in his mind, tormenting and lashing him constantly, causing him immense pain.

"How did you know I was here? And Wenjie, I've wanted to ask you this since you appeared in front of me three years ago... I mean, seeing you twelve years ago and seeing you today are almost..."

Wenjie rolled his eyes blankly, thinking to himself: Here we go again.

I almost forgot, after my life trajectory was corrected, I haven't seen Jia Nan since that one night, so Jia Nan never had a chance to ask me this question.

But I've heard it a thousand times already, okay?

Seeing Jia Nan hesitate, Andy leaned closer to him and whispered:

"I think Wenjie is out of his mind. Why don't we just take action?"

Jia Nan narrowed his eyes, his gaze fixed on Wen Jie. Hearing Andy's words, he simply hummed in response.

"Wenjie, what will happen if I repeat that time?" Jia Nan's voice was cold and chilling.

What will happen?

Jia Nan killed Yang Shanshan, so the target of this mission is Jia Nan. Therefore, by repeating this date, Jia Nan can return to this point in time and correct key events in his life.

However, due to confidentiality principles, Wenjie could not discuss these matters with Jia Nanming.

While he was struggling with how to explain it to Jia Nan, he heard Andy mutter to himself, "June 15, 2007."

Wenjie turned to look at Andy: "It's no use repeating yourself! You see, nothing has changed. I'm still standing here."

As they were talking, the system screen in front of Wenjie flashed.

[Time and Space Setting: June 15, 2007]

Wenjie stared blankly at Andy for a moment, his eyes gradually filling with anger.

Before the system screen switched to 2007, he approached Andy and said through gritted teeth, "Andy, you killed Yang Shanshan, didn't you? Why? Why did you kill Yang Shanshan?"

Andy continued to blink her big eyes at him, her mouth tightly shut, showing no intention of speaking.

Wenjie wanted to ask something more, but the system screen suddenly switched.

Wenjie appeared in a shop, and a little girl in a floral dress was sitting at the opposite table. The little girl's mother came over with milk tea and a hamburger.

"Come on, An'an, have this. Mom ordered your favorite chocolate mousse ice cream scoop," the woman said with a smile, placing the ice cream box on the table.

Wenjie lost interest in watching. An'an looked about six or seven years old; it was just an ordinary day for a little girl.

What does this have to do with his own father, Jia Song, and Jia Nan?

In reality, Wenjie was a little distracted in Jia Nan's villa.

He watched as Jia Nan took ice from the refrigerator and applied it to her face, but her face was still very swollen.

He leaned closer and asked, "That faceless man, how much do you know about her? What happened to her as a child... I mean, the major events that had an impact on her later life?"

Jia Nan wrapped an ice pack in a towel and moved it from the left side of her face to the right, saying lazily, "I know, I know but I didn't want to tell you. Can you stop gossiping? I'm waiting for you to save Jia Song..."

He rolled his eyes at Wenjie with displeasure.

"Damn it, do you think I didn't want to?! Andy killed Yang Shanshan that day!"

The moment the topic of killing Yang Shanshan came up, Wenjie became uneasy, and his voice unconsciously rose a few decibels.

Jia Nan switched the ice pack back to her left cheek and said dismissively, "Of course I know. I was there. What were you yelling about?"

Wenjie got even angrier when he heard that, and he went up and punched Jia Nan's ice pack away.

Jia Nan stared at him coldly: "I just put on a face mask, and the swelling finally went down a bit. What, are you going to hit me again... If you hit me again, I'll call the police!"

"You dare call the police?! What a joke! You and Andy teamed up to kill Yang Shanshan, and now you dare mention calling the police to me!" Wenjie muttered to himself, glancing sideways at Jia Nan, his anger barely contained.

"Go ahead and report it! I'll just expose your murder to the police!"

"That's just one side of the story! Don't forget you're the only suspect in the case. Who's going to believe whatever you say?"

Jia Nan slowly got up, rubbing her arm, and took two more ice packs from the refrigerator.

Wenjie's eyes flickered slightly, and he smiled slyly, saying:

"I'll be cleared of suspicion soon! I've already destroyed that frosted glass."

Wenjie was busy arguing with Jia Nan when he returned his attention to the system interface and found that Xiao An'an and her mother were gone.

He got up and looked around, but couldn't see a single person.

Damn it! What happened?! We lost track of the target!

(End of this chapter)