Soul Patch

Chapter 223 Check the pills
"Then why don't you investigate quickly?"

"Oh, oh, Mr. Wen, we're checking... 8215, right?" Xiao Liu moved his chair forward, tilted his head, shrugged one shoulder to hold the internal phone, and freed his hands to check the contacts first.

8213 is the phone number for Xu Ya in the public relations department on the 16th floor.

I skipped the number 8214 because I thought the last four digits were unlucky.
8215...

Strangely, Xiao Liu discovered that this internal number was not in the contact list.

8216 is the internal phone number for PR Director Li Shiman.

When Xiao Liu looked at the number 8216, the landline phone in Li Shiman's office came to mind, and the bloody scene of Li Shiman being stabbed to death appeared in his mind at an inopportune moment... Could this phone number be related to the murder case?
"Wait a minute, let me check the company's internal telephone wiring diagram." Xiao Liu typed rapidly on the computer, pulling up an Excel spreadsheet from the D drive.

Based on the pattern of tiered number allocation in PBX systems, this telephone line should be in the public relations department. Even if it's not installed yet, it's probably a reserved line for this department.

He soon discovered in the internal telephone wiring diagram that the reserved port for 8215 was next to the office of the public relations director, Li Shiman.

Xiao Liu's tension eased slightly. He gripped the phone in his right hand and stretched his neck. "Mr. Wen, port 8215 is next to the office of PR Director Li... Mr. Li. No one is working in that office right now, so the phone has probably been removed."

When Li Shiman, CEO of the company, was mentioned, Xiao Liu still felt a little uncomfortable.

Oh, next door? That means it's just a wall away from Charmaine Li's office.

Who used to work in that office? Who had the office key?

Since it was an internal phone line, it didn't have call forwarding functionality, so the person who answered the phone must have been in the office at the time.

Wenjie continued watching the surveillance video. He pressed the fast-play button, wanting to see who the mysterious person who answered the phone was.

As a result, he watched the video play at several times the speed, and saw the employees on the 16th floor leave their workstations one after another to go home. The last person to leave his workstation got up, slung his backpack over his shoulder, turned off the lights, and left the office area.

It was almost seven o'clock, and it was already dark outside. The lights on the 16th floor were turned off, and the monitor screen became very dark.

Only the corridors with windows offered a glimpse of people walking by; the area around the director's private office was completely dark.

Even if someone comes out at this point, you can't see their face clearly.

Wenjie rubbed his eyes and continued watching for a while. The office door never moved, and no one came out of that door.

There wasn't even a shadow of one...

Just as Wenjie was about to close the video, he saw the elevator door open slightly, and then a figure walked into the elevator.

In the darkness, the light inside the elevator was dazzling, and even in the dark, Wenjie was confident he could recognize the person sneaking into the elevator in a fleeting glance, let alone in such a brightly lit elevator.

It's him.

Whether it's height, physique, or the demeanor in every gesture, it's like looking in a mirror.

He couldn't help but reach out and touch the screen, muttering, "What are you doing here again?"

He then seemed to understand; he was there to destroy the elevator's surveillance video because the time he appeared contradicted the time when he was actually in the elevator.

Wenjie smiled faintly: It seems I really was overthinking it; he's very meticulous. He silently shut down his computer. His enemy was an organized and disciplined group. Watching the video wouldn't reveal anything.

They had a meticulous plan, a clever layout, and a clear division of labor. A disguise artist helped Liu Qingqing impersonate a cleaner to such a convincing degree that it was indistinguishable from the real thing. Someone poisoned the lilies, someone was responsible for answering Li Shiman's phone calls to distract them, and someone else was there to help Liu Qingqing leave and then eliminate her when the opportunity arose...

It's possible that internal telephone lines could be redistributed through a program-controlled exchange, and maybe this 8215 ended up connected to some inconspicuous warehouse in the building.

He glanced at the time; it was 10:30 a.m.

Staring at the computer screen for so long, his eyes started to sting. He walked over to the sofa, took out his phone to check on Zhang Meng's progress, but accidentally pulled out a tissue containing small pills from his pocket.

The tissue fell to the ground, and two small pills rolled down.

He thought of Zhang Yang, who was still a graduate student at university, a bold and impulsive Zhang Yang.

Wenjie dialed Zhang Yang's number from the phone. After a few rings, a familiar voice came through: "Third brother, is that you?"

"Hehe, you still have my number saved, huh?" Wenjie's lips unconsciously curled up. He was still a close brother from the same dormitory. The word "Third Brother" brought back a flood of memories.

After all, they had lived together for four years, and Zhang Yang still lived in his lower bunk.

However, this brotherhood faded and grew distant after just one meeting, leaving him with a sense of helplessness and melancholy.

"Young Master Wen, I heard you're now involved in the family business? It seems you're teaming up with the boss to take over the entire business district in M ​​City?"

"Uh..." Wenjie chuckled in agreement, "Then aren't you going to take over from Zhang Qifeng, the president of M University?"

The two men showered him with exaggerated flattery, but Wenjie had no time for bragging. He steered the conversation back to the main topic:
"Zhang Yang, I'm calling you today because I need your help. You must know some chemistry students at M University. I have a few pills on hand, could you have someone test them for me?"

"Medicine? What medicine? You're on drugs now?" Zhang Yang was slightly taken aback.

As far as I remember, Wenjie was nothing like the others who spent their four years of university chasing girls, skipping classes, and playing games all night. He was an excellent student in both character and academics. I knew he didn't have any bad habits, and since we lived in the same dormitory, I knew he didn't have any.

"Hehe, what are you thinking? It's medicine the doctor prescribed for my... my mom. She has a bit of neurasthenia and can't sleep well at night. These prescription drugs don't have their ingredients clearly listed. I think it's always better to check the ingredients of anything you ingest for peace of mind," Wenjie explained casually.

"Oh, I see." Zhang Yang pondered for a moment, then suddenly a person flashed into his mind. He said excitedly, "I know a junior who is interning in a pharmaceutical R&D lab. I'll ask her for you. I think those chemistry students have all the theory but no experience in developing pharmaceuticals. It's more reliable to intern at a pharmaceutical company."

"Okay! Thanks. Come visit me and the boss sometime, let's get together." Wenjie said politely.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Yang became interested in this and was even more enthusiastic about it than when talking about beautiful women.

He teased, "Call Bai Yu! It's been a while since the four of us from the dorm have seen each other. The last time we had a meal together, it was when your Huahai branch was organizing it."

Hmm? Was the last meal at Zhang's Courtyard?
After eating, we went to a nightclub.

No, that's been corrected. After the correction, we only ate dinner and didn't go to a nightclub.

Wenjie rubbed his temples, looked down at the pills in his hand, and his expression became complicated.

(End of this chapter)