Soul Patch

Chapter 53 This is Murder

Wenjie opened WeChat and clicked on Bai Yu's WeChat profile picture. Bai Yu had posted an update a few minutes earlier.

Beautiful women and delicious food are featured in the photos, showcasing a stylish and luxurious nine-grid layout that everyone is eager to share.

Wenjie carefully examined the long-haired beauty in the picture wearing an off-the-shoulder dress; it wasn't the one he had seen in the system.

He continued scrolling down, one page at a time, when the screen froze. Wenjie took a step back and clicked on it again.

Another post appeared: a video showing Bai Yu embracing a young woman in a dress amidst dim lighting, flashing laser lights, and a noisy scene.

Bai Yu's white shirt collar was unbuttoned a few buttons, his handsome face was flushed from drinking, and he was shouting something unrestrainedly...

It was so noisy, I couldn't hear what he was shouting at all.

This at least proves that Bai Yu is still alive!

In other words, the system's display wasn't something that happened tonight, which put Wenjie slightly at ease.

That leaves only one possibility: one night in the future, Bai Yu will be murdered!

Wenjie, who had just escaped death, was originally trying to avoid the system that had killed a hundred people.

The system's timeline setting, however, was like a blooming poppy, holding a fatal allure for him.

The butterfly rope knot, what exactly happened with Cheng Xiaohui? How many lives were lost? Wenjie couldn't just turn the page on this heavy topic like that.

As long as you swear to never touch a C-level mission, the chances of encountering danger will be greatly reduced.

He tried to comfort himself like this, but the images of those who died in A-level and B-level missions kept replaying in his mind...

stop!

Let's focus on completing the test questions; there are 35 hours, 42 minutes, and 34 seconds left in the countdown.

This is practically his death countdown!

While Wenjie was at a loss for what to do with the test questions, Yang Shanshan and her group were preparing to go back from Weiwei Bakery.

After the police finished taking the statement, Huang Dongheng was worried about Huang Weiwei going home alone, so he asked Huang Weiwei to give the car keys to Yang Shanshan.

The shop assistants had all left. Huang Dongheng watched Huang Weiwei and the others get into the red Mazda 6, then prepared to turn off the lights, pull down the roller shutter, and leave.

I happened to see a motorcycle parked in the corner outside the store.

The motorcycle looks really cool. Whose motorcycle is this?

Are there still people who haven't left?

Yang Shanshan started the car and looked out the window, where she saw Huang Dongheng, who was about to lock the door, glancing sideways at something.

Following Huang Dongheng's gaze, Yang Shanshan also saw the black motorcycle:

Its streamlined appearance and stainless steel wheels give it the look of an angry mecha warrior lurking in the corner, exuding a menacing aura.

"There's clearly no one left in the shop," Yang Shanshan asked Huang Weiwei, puzzled.

"Whose motorcycle is this?"

Huang Weiwei frantically calculated the accounts on her phone's calculator, then sighed as she looked at the string of zeros in the result.

She was calculating how much money she would lose if she closed down and sold the bakery.

It adds up to more than a million!

Upon hearing Yang Shanshan's question, she didn't look towards the motorcycle: "Jia Nan's."

"Jia Nan?"

Yang Shanshan suddenly realized something, "You mean, that unfamiliar face in your shop is Jia Nan?"

"Um"

Hearing Huang Weiwei simply hum, Yang Shanshan was a little frustrated.

She simply turned off the car engine, turned to look at Huang Weiwei, her beautiful eyes wide with astonishment:

"Didn't your brother say that person was problematic? Why did you still leave him in the store...?"

As she spoke, a terrifying thought flashed through Yang Shanshan's mind, and she covered her mouth in fright:

"I hope this whole thing has nothing to do with Jia Nan!"

Huang Weiwei looked away from her phone calculator and gazed back at Yang Shanshan with concern.

"You...you think so too?"

"What, you think so too?"

Huang Weiwei thought for a moment, then firmly shook her head:

"No, I trust Jia Nan. It was my brother who just made the same guess."

Yang Shanshan looked at the gleam in Huang Weiwei's eyes, a glint she had never seen before.

It seems Huang Weiwei is a bit infatuated with Jia Nan. Yang Shanshan sighed:

"So... what do you plan to do?"

"Go home and sleep!"

Yang Shanshan was both annoyed and amused. She started the car and stepped on the gas.

"Okay, let's go home and sleep!"

Huang Dongheng walked to the motorcycle and examined it from all angles. He noticed that the throttle valve seemed to have been manually moved... This motorcycle has been modified!

"Is there a problem?"

A familiar voice came from behind him.

That voice must be Jia Nan!

Huang Dongheng slowly got up and turned around to see a young boy standing in the darkness.

The person stood against the moonlight, completely swallowed by shadows, making it impossible to see their face.

But Huang Dongheng recognized her; it was Jia Nan.

Upon seeing Jia Nan at the train station, Huang Dongheng already harbored a grudge against her for her provocation.

Today, due to the presence of the police, he was also busy dealing with the incident of the person being killed, so he didn't pay any attention to Jia Nan.

He saw Jia Nan strolling around the store as if nothing had happened, and he was so angry he could have teeth in it.

Jia Nan has only been working at the store for a few days, and this has already happened.

He believed that Jia Nan was behind it all.

This was not an accident, it was a murder!

Jia Nan, you wait, I will definitely find the evidence!

Huang Dongheng walked up to Jia Nan expressionlessly, slightly sidestepped her, and headed towards the entrance of the bakery.

Jia Nan just smiled, turned her head and watched Huang Dongheng pull down the roller shutter door with a bang, lock it, and walk towards the BMW X5.

He straddled the motorcycle, started it, and revved the engine. Just as he was about to put the helmet on his head, he heard Huang Dongheng's question from afar:

"What were you doing just now?"

Jia Nan paused for a moment while putting on the helmet, but immediately put it on as usual, leaned over the handlebars, and started twisting the handlebars up and down.

Seeing that Jia Nan did not respond, Huang Dongheng got into the car and started it.

Jia Nan's motorcycle executed a beautiful drift in front of him, spewing exhaust fumes as it turned onto the highway and quickly disappeared from sight.

Huang Dongheng angrily turned the steering wheel, stepped on the gas, and drove the car onto the highway, following the direction Jia Nan had driven off in.

But the car suddenly braked in the middle of the road, the wheels screeching against the road surface, and the strong push-back feeling pressed Huang Dongheng's chest against the steering wheel.

He jerked the steering wheel, and the car made a U-turn on the yellow line, heading in the opposite direction.

At 11 p.m., Huang Dongheng parked his car in the underground parking garage of the Ginza Building in the West District.

He skillfully locked his car and went to the elevator lobby to wait for the elevator.

The elevator descended from floor G to floor -2. As the elevator doors opened, he rushed in, glanced at the elevator buttons, and pressed the button for the top floor, 32.

When the elevator reached the top floor, the Dongheng Law Firm was completely dark.

He took out his key, opened the door, left the lock on the front desk, and walked straight to his office.

As he walked through the corridor connecting the company's open office area to his own office, he seemed to see a dark shadow flash by. He stopped and looked in that direction for a moment.

There was nothing there; rows of desks and chairs looked peaceful and serene under the moonlight.

Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me. I usually go to sleep around this time, but I'm just too tired today.

He went to his office, turned on the light, picked up the express delivery on the table, tore open the envelope, and pulled out a stack of documents inside.

The cover clearly states:

Leading Law Firm Case Files (Confidential)

Client: Ruan Wenli

Attorney in charge: Cheng Xiaopeng.

Huang Dongheng stared at the client's name for a moment, then flipped to the back of the document. Usually, the photos and evidence collected by law firms would be listed in order in the attachments.

Sure enough, he saw several photos of the crime scene, in which a young boy was lying on the ground wearing a white shirt.

Is this young man Wang Fan?

How come it looks so much like the passerby who was crushed to death today?

Huang Dongheng felt his heart clench suddenly. He quickly grabbed the cup on his desk and took a big gulp. As the icy liquid slid down his throat, he slowly calmed down.

He took out his phone, pondered for a moment, and then called Huang Weiwei. This time, Huang Weiwei answered the phone very quickly.

Hearing Huang Weiwei's listless voice on the phone, he breathed a sigh of relief:

"Weiwei, is Yang Shanshan with you?"

"Yes, you're here?"

Huang Weiwei was baffled. She couldn't figure out what Huang Dongheng was thinking. He had asked Yang Shanshan to come back with him, so how could he have forgotten about it so quickly?

"That's good. You two girls, lock the door at night and don't open it for anyone who knocks."

Huang Dongheng spoke earnestly, but to Huang Weiwei, it sounded like a parent's nagging.

"...Okay, bro..."

Huang Weiwei wasn't in the mood to argue with Huang Dongheng right now, so she swallowed the rest of her sentence.

"Did you hear me! Don't open the door for anyone, security guards, delivery people, property management staff, whoever it is!"

Huang Dongheng spoke earnestly, but Huang Weiwei had already switched the phone to speakerphone, tossed the phone aside, and snuggled up with Yang Shanshan to whisper to each other.

"Did you hear me?!" Huang Dongheng was getting anxious when he didn't get a clear reply.

Yang Shanshan nudged Huang Weiwei, urging her to respond.

Huang Weiwei called out impatiently, "I know, big brother!"

Huang Dongheng then hung up the phone and took out the file folder containing the information he had used to investigate Jia Nan from the safe.

He stuffed all the case files, including those from the leading law firm, into his briefcase, locked the door, and went home.

(End of this chapter)