Soul Patch

Chapter 313 Something happened

In front of Wenjie was a brand-new high-rise building, which looked like it had only been put into use in recent years.

The ground floor of the slab building houses various shops, with their doors open and a dazzling array of goods displayed at the entrances.

A gentle breeze swept by, and he felt the air pressure around him suddenly drop, followed by a strange smell rushing into his nostrils.

It seems to be made of squid strips, fish slices, dried shrimp, or something similar, with a salty and savory flavor and a slightly sweet and fishy taste...

However, most of the items piled up in front of those shops were finished or semi-finished products sealed in plastic.

In other words, there shouldn't be any live seafood here, unlike at a seafood market where live fish, shrimp, crabs, mantis shrimp, and lobsters swim and crawl around in the tanks...

Where does such a strong sweet and fishy smell come from in the sealed finished or semi-finished products?
Even the smell of the food gives people such a sinister and terrifying feeling.

Anyone who smells this will feel a chill and fear from the bottom of their heart.

He took a deep breath... and the feeling intensified, carrying the scent of death.

Could it be the smell of blood?

Thinking of this, his heart sank, and his gaze fixed on the door in front of him.

The door was tightly shut, a stark contrast to the goods sold with their doors wide open around it.

A red sign hangs above the entrance, which reads "Kawashima Seafood Wholesale".

Below that line of Chinese text was a line of Japanese text.

Wenjie didn't understand Japanese, but he figured it must mean "Kawashima Suisan" in Japanese.

As he gazed at it, the door seemed to move slightly.

A sense of danger approached, and without thinking, he blurted out, "Watch out!"

He suddenly turned around and looked back.

His words of caution were directed at Yang Shanshan, and when he turned around, he was also looking at Yang Shanshan.

The spot where Yang Shanshan stood a few seconds ago on the roadside is now empty.

Where is Yang Shanshan?

He panicked instantly, a sense of foreboding creeping into his heart, growing stronger and stronger.

It felt as if something terrifying had seized my lifeline.

With a "bang," the tightly closed door was kicked open.

The door looked quite sturdy, but it was kicked to pieces.

The shattered door panels lay scattered on the ground, and a pair of leather boots clattered as they stepped on the broken pieces.

Looking up from the boots, a strong man in camouflage military uniform came into view. He was a white man in his early twenties with dazzlingly white skin, a high forehead, and brown eyes hidden in the shadows of his eye sockets.

He was holding a machine gun in his hand, and seemed to be chewing something in his mouth as he tilted his head and looked at Wenjie.

Meeting Wenjie's wary gaze, he simply spat out what was in his mouth, smiled playfully, and said familiarly:

"Hay, guy. Nice 2 see U again"

Wenjie squinted and carefully examined the soldier in front of him.

Images flashed rapidly through his mind, but he could not reconcile them with the figure in front of him.

This puzzled Wenjie: Where had he seen this person before?

The foreigner seemed to understand Wenjie's confusion, and his smile became even more unrestrained: "Don't you remember me?"

As he spoke, he pulled something out of his pocket and threw it over here.

"Snapped"

A thin, wiry thing had just fallen at Wenjie's feet. He looked down and his heart skipped a beat:
It's a pen. A quill pen.

Retro style, a quill pen engraved with the English word "soul".

He returned to 2019, and standing in the elevator of Huahai International, the image of a man in black throwing a quill pen at him vividly came to mind.

At the time, the man in black had his hat brim pulled down very low, so he couldn't see what the man looked like at all.

Although the man in black seemed strange, he assumed he was part of the anti-system alliance and didn't pay much attention to him.

Looking back on that scene, he finally understood that the man in black, disguised as an Asian, obviously hadn't used colored contact lenses or anything like that, so he simply covered his eyes with a hat to avoid revealing his pupil color.

Wenjie slowly picked up the quill pen from the ground and said in a deep voice, "You... are... James?"

He couldn't think of anyone else besides James who would go to such lengths to find him and the Spirit Stone.

The foreigner across from me chuckled and said in broken Chinese, "Smart!"

With that, James raised his gun, pointed it at Wenjie, and said, "THE SOUL STONE."

Wenjie was not afraid when facing the dark muzzle of the gun.

He knew that James wouldn't kill him until he got the spirit stone.

Seeing that Wenjie remained unmoved, James extended the muzzle of his gun forward and said leisurely, "You should know that I have precognitive abilities, so I can foresee what will happen next."
"I guess you had some bad feelings, which is why you didn't let your girlfriend be with you, but..."

At this point, James deliberately paused, pointed the machine gun he was holding upwards, and fired a shot.

In an instant, the few people who had just been watching the spectacle scattered and fled like birds and beasts.

The surrounding shops all closed their doors and hid inside, barely daring to breathe.

Kawashima's neighbor owned a shop that sold handicrafts such as pearls, necklaces, seashells, and conch shells. His wife closed the shop and ran back into the house trembling, whispering, "Old man, they're fighting! They're fighting!"

Inside the house, a middle-aged man was carrying things out, hunched over and holding a red-based handicraft in his hands. Seeing his wife's panicked expression, he scolded, "What's going on outside? What just made a noise? Did someone's gas pipe explode?"

He clearly heard the blank shot as well.

"Oh no! What? A gas pipe exploded? It's a gunshot!"

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man dropped the large sailboat he was holding, which was made of seashells, with a "thud." His lips trembled as he asked, "What? What did you say?"

"I heard some noise from next door in the attic. I checked the almanac, and it said today was very unlucky, not a good day for weddings or travel..."

The middle-aged man glared at her, and she swallowed hard, saying:
"Something must have happened to the Kawashima family. A soldier came out of their house, and he looked just like the male lead in Prison Break. He was so handsome!"

"Pah! Get to the point!"

"Oh, oh, a gun. He has a gun. He's the one who just fired the shot. He's going to kill someone."

At this point, the middle-aged woman shut her mouth and looked at her husband in horror.

The middle-aged man was also frightened; his heart was pounding.

"Shh," he said, trying to sound calm, gesturing with his fingers to signal his wife to stop talking.

He got up shakily, quietly crouched down at the shop entrance, and peered out through the crack in the door frame.

"Bang" a gunshot.

He landed on his butt and stumbled backward.

His wife came over, and the two bumped into each other. Seeing her husband looking like he'd seen a ghost, she shook his shoulder.

"What happened? Did they really fire a shot?"

"I'm asking you, did that person really shoot that guy?"

After a long while, the man who had been lying on the ground, pissing and wetting himself, finally came to his senses. His eyes were glazed, and his lips moved slightly as he said, "I hit that woman."

(End of this chapter)