Soul Patch

Chapter 7 It’s you

He gently removed the cloth strips and tape from Yang Shanshan's face.

Yang Shanshan rubbed her swollen eyes, stared blankly at him, and then burst into tears.

Wenjie reached out and smoothed the hair that was stuck to her face, one strand at a time, and gently patted her back: "It's okay, it's all over now."

He released Yang Shanshan and leaned over to help her untie the ropes binding her hands and feet.

Suddenly, he froze, stunned.

The ropes tied around Yang Shanshan's slender hands and feet were butterfly-shaped.

The rope buckle was exactly the same as the one on my father's wrist.

Those nightmares of being torn apart by the butterfly rope tormented him.

He jumped up, rushed to the murderer, and kicked him.

He bent down, turned the murderer's body around, and ripped off the mask from the murderer's face.

Her face was clean and simple, giving her a refined and scholarly air.

"why you?"

Wenjie tried hard to recall the male colleague he saw at the entrance of the branch office when he went there to deliver documents that day.

The name tag standing on the table... Zhao Xiaolong?

Yes, it's Zhao Xiaolong from the branch office.

At this moment, Zhao Xiaolong was completely different from the naive and immature person he had been during the day. He was now filled with hostility, and his eyes were brimming with hatred and resentment.

Could it be a split personality...? Wenjie wondered as he coldly observed Zhao Xiaolong.

His face, contorted with pain, was grotesque and terrifying.

A pair of bloodshot eyes stared straight at Wenjie, and then, as they looked, they actually laughed.

The laughter grew louder and louder, until finally it became uncontrollable hysteria!

"It's me, so what? All women deserve to die, the prettier the woman, the more she deserves to die!"

[Should we apply a patch for personality deficiency?]

[Default Targeting]

[Delivery failed]

[System locked, will restart in six hours]

The image gradually fades until it disappears.

——Mission Failed——

Wenjie sat on the living room sofa, looking completely bewildered. He looked around at his surroundings, unable to come to his senses for a long time.

The patch deployment failed?

What does this mean?

If you've done something so perfectly, shouldn't you be smashing golden eggs, having a lucky draw, or giving away a family trip?

Was this test question not meant to save Yang Shanshan?

Wenjie's mind was a jumbled mess of emotions: frustration, irritability, and shock...

With 36 hours left in the countdown and three failed attempts, there are at most three more chances left.

For some reason, he suddenly thought of the system's intensive training—trying to catch fish by climbing a tree!

Was I just circling around a streetlamp when I kept returning to the crime scene?

There were no keys under the streetlights!

Are you circling around the streetlight just because it's lit?

Why do I keep returning to the crime scene? Is it simply because a murder happened there? Is returning here the easiest way to find a solution?

What was the key event that caused the individual's life trajectory to deviate from its intended course?

A series of questions flashed through Wenjie's mind. Lying in bed, he reluctantly set his alarm for six o'clock.

He knew that without setting an alarm, it would be impossible to get up at six o'clock.

This system has exhausted him so much that he can fall asleep almost the moment his head hits the pillow.

Soon, even breathing could be heard coming from the bedroom...

When the alarm clock rang again, he mechanically washed his face.

Please select the patch type...

【C - Violent Type】

—The mission begins for the fourth time—

Wenjie appeared downstairs at his workplace. He left the office and went to the supermarket to buy dumbbells.

I bought a bottle of strong liquor along with the dumbbells.

After leaving the supermarket, I turned into the adjacent pharmacy and bought gauze, iodine for disinfection, and painkillers. I figured these things might win Zhao Xiaolong's trust.

Then take the subway—take a taxi—beat the murderer—rescue Yang Shanshan.

Because it was the second time he had experienced this, he became calm and composed.

He helped Yang Shanshan untie the ropes and then pulled the murderer off the ground.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaolong was somewhat listless due to blood loss, she still remained wary of him.

Yang Shanshan burst into tears behind him.

He glanced sideways and saw Yang Shanshan stop crying and look at him with a pitiful expression.

He ignored Yang Shanshan's helpless gaze and silently stared at Zhao Xiaolong for a few seconds.

He lowered his eyes, took out gauze from his pocket, and silently began to clean Zhao Xiaolong's wound.

While applying disinfectant to his wound, she said seemingly casually:

"I know you are Zhao Xiaolong, I know you hate women, and I'm here to save you today..."

He paused slightly, glancing sideways at Yang Shanshan:

Yang Shanshan opened her mouth in surprise, instinctively shrank back, then struggled to get up and staggered towards the door.

A beautiful woman is a beautiful woman; even in such a disheveled state, she possesses a poignant beauty.

Wenjie lowered his head, revealing a barely perceptible smile.

He was worried that talking too much would provoke Zhao Xiaolong's resistance, so he simply let Yang Shanshan do as she pleased.

After treating the wound and bandaging Zhao Xiaolong's wound, he asked in a low, authoritative tone, "Why do you hate women? Have they hurt you?"

"..." The vigilance in Zhao Xiaolong's eyes showed no sign of waning.

"Don't worry, I'm not a police officer, and I won't call the police."

"You..." Zhao Xiaolong seemed to want to ask something, but ultimately didn't.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it already," Wenjie said in his usual calm and detached tone.

"..."

Zhao Xiaolong secretly took out the metal handcuff from his backpack. How could he trust someone who had seriously injured him?

Wenjie didn't miss any of his little tricks. Wenjie picked up the dumbbells behind him and held them in front of Zhao Xiaolong.

"What? You want to take another hit?"

Zhao Xiaolong instantly recalled the intense pain he had felt when he was hit, and dared not make any further movements.

"Come on, throw that thing you're holding further away," Wenjie said, swinging the dumbbells.

*Thud*, Zhao Xiaolong threw away the handcuffs.

"Kill me!" he said coldly, though he knew this day would come after he killed his first woman.

I never expected this day to come, and that I would die at the hands of my colleague, not the police.

But what does it matter?

Zhao Xiaolong closed his eyes, looking as if he was ready to die.

"I really can save you, but you have to tell me why you hate women?"

As Wenjie spoke, he pried open Zhao Xiaolong's mouth and poured the bottle of liquor down his throat.

(End of this chapter)