Soul Patch

Chapter 220 Kill him!
Wenjie returned home. His mother was washing up and getting ready for bed, while his father was reading the newspaper on the sofa…

Everything seemed calm, as if the murder at Huahai International during the day had never happened, and as if the car accident on the list had never occurred.

He went into the kitchen to find something to eat.

As soon as he entered the kitchen, his mother, Zhao Xiaoyun, leaned close to Wen Tianyi and said mysteriously, "I think my son isn't acting right. Should I go ask him..."

Upon hearing this, Wen Tianyi glared at his wife: "Oh dear, you should go to sleep. Your nagging will make even healthy people sick!"

Zhao Xiaoyun was displeased. Her face fell, and she rolled her eyes. "Forget it," she said, "all you do is nag me. I'm going to sleep. Our son only went to the company with you for one day, and this bad luck has already happened. If anything happens to him, I'll fight you to the death!"

"Alright, alright, here we go again! Go to sleep, go to sleep!"

Wen Tianyi waved his hand impatiently, sending his wife to bed, before finally letting out a sigh of relief.

He sat on the sofa holding a newspaper, but his eyes remained fixed on a line of text, while his ears listened carefully to the sounds coming from the kitchen.

A dozen minutes later, Wenjie came out wiping his mouth and mumbled, "Dad, aren't you going to sleep yet? I'm going to sleep now, goodnight!"

"Ah, ah, I'm going to sleep now... goodnight!" Wen Tianyi put the newspaper on his lap, took off his glasses, and tilted his chin at his son, indicating that he would read the newspaper for a little while longer before going to sleep.

Wenjie waved to him and went straight upstairs. His mind was in a mess, and he was really tired after a whole day of running around. As he walked up the stairs to the second floor, he felt that even lifting his legs was a bit heavy.

He quickly reached the second floor and glanced towards the terrace, where An Ran was no longer there.

He went to his bedroom, pressed his finger on the fingerprint lock, and with a click, the door opened.

He took a shower, changed into his pajamas, and looked at himself in the bathroom mirror. For some reason, he felt that the black silk pajamas he was wearing looked a bit girly.

Why did I choose these pajamas?
Never mind, he quickly washed up and lay down on the big bed.

He mentally reviewed the events of the day like a movie, but there were still some doubts about Li Shiman's case, which he couldn't figure out no matter how hard he tried.

That is time, and there is a paradox in time:
If Li Shiman was stabbed by Liu Qingqing disguised as a cleaner, then the time of her murder would be between 3:30 and 4:00.

The note for help that appeared in his office was dated 2:20.

If someone wanted to frame him and left a note to deliberately lure him to the crime scene so that he would have no alibi at the time of the incident, then Li Shiman should have been murdered at 2:20.

Since the police have identified Liu Qingqing as a suspect, and Liu Qingqing only appeared at the crime scene at 3:30 pm, then Li Shiman was not murdered at around 2 pm!
If someone tries to frame you, your argument will fall apart.

Around 4 PM, seeing that it was almost time for the meeting, and that all the other departments had submitted their materials except for the public relations department, and considering that Li Shiman was also attending the meeting, Wenjie went to Li Shiman's office instead.

Of course, another reason for going to her office was that he had a deep impression of the time 16:23 and a vague, indescribable worry about it, so he decided to go to her office to check.

Following this line of reasoning, it's clear that his appearance at the crime scene around 4 PM, his discovery of Li Shiman's murder, and his subsequent preparation to call the police at 4:23 PM were merely coincidences.

In other words, if the system task given the previous day was at 17:00.

Influenced by his subconscious, he probably ran over to check on Li Shiman around 5 PM, only to find her dead.

Then I checked the time again: 17:00 PM.
Damn! Nobody wants to frame me.

At that moment, Wenjie remembered the empty trash can, the lilies with their unique fragrance, the SOS letter written in blood, and the word "SOUL" on the dagger...

Could it be that if I had gone downstairs back then, I would have been the one killed?

Did Li Shiman trade her life for his own? When they failed to kill him, they followed him to Zhang Zhipeng's house at night, which led to the car accident that night!
The gang of men in black didn't intend to frame him, but rather... to kill him. Thinking of this, Wenjie gasped.

He got up, walked to the window, picked up the bottled water on the computer desk, unscrewed the cap, and gulped down a big mouthful.

The night was lonely, and the scenery within sight carried an inescapable gloom and dullness.

……

The next morning, Wenjie got up very early, just as his parents were getting up.

After having breakfast and getting ready, he stood in the living room waiting for his father.

Wen Tianyi wiped his mouth with a napkin and, seeing Wen Jie standing in the living room, asked in surprise, "Where are you going so early?"

Wenjie was taken aback by the question: "Go to work with you, where else would I go?"

Wen Tianyi glanced at his wife beside him, and an incredulous look flashed in both of their eyes: How come their son has changed his ways?

Wen Tianyi smiled kindly at him and said with concern, "You don't need to go every day. I saw you came back late yesterday, and you looked very tired. If you're tired, just rest at home!"

This time it was Wenjie's turn to be puzzled. It was the first time he had ever heard of working like this. They really were rich and capricious! Their own family owned a share in the company, and they could be so casual about working there.

He raised his hand to touch his nose, winked at his father, and said with a hint of helplessness, "Dad, I'm not tired, really not tired. Isn't this how everyone works?"

Why do I feel like my parents are treating me like a patient?
Thinking of the patient, I suddenly remembered that my mother hadn't forced me to take my medicine today. That's good.

Just as he was secretly pleased, An Ran came over and handed Wenjie two small yellow pills, saying, "Young Master, here's your medicine."

Uh……

It seems we were too happy too soon.

Wenjie took the medicine and murmured, "I'll take it when I get to the office."

“If our son insists on going to work, let him go!” the mother said softly, tugging at the father’s arm.

Wen Tianyi glared at Zhao Xiaoyun. This mother is really something; whatever her son says goes. Yesterday, she was so upset because her son came to work with me that she wanted to fight me, but the next day she's trying to persuade me to let him go to work.

I don't understand if mothers still have any principles.

Soon, Wen Tianyi and Wen Jie arrived at Huahai International in their private car. As they walked through the lobby and took the elevators, they would see employees gathered in twos and threes, discussing something. Once they spotted them from a distance, they would all shut up and talk about trivial matters like eating and drinking.

Wenjie ignored him. When they reached the twentieth floor, Wenjie went straight to his office.

He glanced at the internal address book under the glass panel on the table. On the surface, nothing seemed amiss. He then looked towards the public relations department section.

I was surprised to find that the PR director's internal phone number was 8126.

He dialed 8125 yesterday.

It seems someone really did switch the contacts.

He called the network administrator, Xiao Liu, on the internal phone and asked Xiao Liu to retrieve the surveillance footage from the 20th floor yesterday so he could take a look.

(End of this chapter)