Soul Patch

Chapter 84 The Wind Is Not Serious

A few idle breezes drifted in from the bay window, which was just a stone's throw away.

The wind tonight is quite unruly, teasing the gauze curtains intermittently, causing them to rustle loudly.

The curtains on the bay window were only partially open, so the wind rushed in, as if it had invaded an undefended territory, and the cold air surrounded Wenjie.

Wenjie shuddered. Tch!

He experienced that bone-chilling coldness once again.

It's the evil wind tonight... it must be the evil wind... he comforted himself.

Let's get down to business!

He silently activated the remodeling patch in his mind:

[Patch deployed successfully]

[The life trajectory of the target individual has been successfully corrected]

Wenjie forced a smile; he was more concerned about Jia Nan's injuries than about correcting the life trajectory of the target individual.

He took out his phone to dial 120, but immediately laughed at himself.

Do you want to cause trouble?

He picked up the metal lamp holder from the ground and slammed it down on the ground several times...

I listened intently to what was happening downstairs, but strangely, there was no sound at all.

Helpless, he opened the bedroom door and banged on the door frame with the lamp base, bang, bang...

Soon he saw the lights come on downstairs, and Wenjie sighed: I didn't expect the bedroom door to be so soundproof!

Wenjie threw the lamp base on the ground and exited the system.

After exiting the system, time and space instantly switched: Wenjie organized the warehouse.

Wenjie, inside the warehouse, watched as the system interface gradually dimmed.

However, one could vaguely make out that An Ran ran up and saw the injured Jia Nan.

She screamed and fell to the ground, her eyes fixed on a pool of blood, shuffling backward.

She quickly came to her senses, grabbed the bedroom landline, dialed, and after a few seconds, she shouted into the phone:

"Hello, is this the emergency center? There's... there's someone injured here... Oh, the address, the address is..."

After hanging up the phone, An Ran rushed downstairs, wandered around the villa, and entered a small room.

He frantically searched under the single bed in the room.

Before the system screen disappeared, Wenjie saw An Ran pull an envelope out from under the bed, compose herself, and take out a business card from it.

As the system screen disappeared, the person locked in the warehouse...

Wenjie felt as if something was piercing his head, digging into his brain, and the pain almost made him faint.

He lay on the ground, clutching his head, curled up, enduring the excruciating pain in his head.

In desperation, he banged his head against the wall, once, twice, three times...

The pain contorted his features; he knew he must look incredibly pathetic, especially if a girl saw him...

Bang!

Wenjie felt a sound coming from afar, followed by a beam of light shining into his eyes.

His eyes had already adjusted to the darkness, and the sudden light stung them. He tilted his head to the ground to avoid the light.

The creaking sound is the door hinge being turned.

It was awkward and a little stubborn, like a rusty door hinge, making it a bit difficult to open.

Open the door?

somebody is coming!

Wenjie felt a chill run down his spine.

Then I saw a plump, round body with long, flowing hair and a round face that looked like a red apple.

However, the expression of shock on that apple-shaped face was extremely exaggerated.

It felt like I'd stumbled upon a ghost when I opened the door! I'm not a ghost, I'm a human, okay... Wenjie was a little annoyed, but that annoyance quickly vanished.

Because he recognized that it was An Ran who opened the door.

It's An Ran, not Jia Nan!

Wenjie recognized An Ran, but hearing that name gave him a headache again.

"hiss……"

He gasped in pain, a sharp ache spreading through his head, making his thoughts drift.

He hurriedly pressed his temples, hoping to slightly alleviate the pain.

"Is this... Mr. Wen? What are you doing here?" An Ran asked incredulously.

"I've had too much to drink, come and help me out..." Wenjie mumbled as he reached out his hand to An Ran.

An Ran hesitated for a moment, then timidly stepped forward and helped Wen Jie, who was lying on the ground as if he was in great pain, to his feet.

Wenjie staggered to his feet and followed An Ran out of the warehouse. The two arrived at a spacious garage.

A black Cadillac minivan was parked in the garage.

Wenjie glanced at the car, a cold glint in his eyes.

He didn't dare linger, nor did he dare speak much to An Ran. He turned around as he left the garage, meeting An Ran's surprised gaze, and said:

"It's okay, everyone drank too much today. Jia Nan has probably gone upstairs to sleep, so don't bother him."

"Yes, you should get some rest too!"

Wenjie just wants to keep An Ran calm and leave this place as soon as possible.

After saying this, he forced himself to stand up straight and walked towards the road outside the villa.

An Ran watched Wen Jie's slow movements and vaguely sensed that something was wrong:

The motorcycle was indeed not in the garage!

An Ran looked out the window and saw someone riding a motorcycle that looked a lot like Jia Nan's brother's.

The man was driving his motorcycle extremely fast, as if he was in a real hurry.

The motorcycle sped out of her sight in a flash. She felt it looked very similar, but wasn't sure if it was, so she decided to come to the garage to take a look.

As soon as Jia Nan's brother came back, he locked himself in his bedroom, and he didn't want anyone to disturb him while he was in his bedroom.

It seems I'll have to wait until tomorrow morning to find another opportunity to ask Brother Jia Nan.

An Ran glanced at Wen Jie's retreating figure, then turned and went back to the villa.

Under the current circumstances, Wenjie quickly got onto the highway and is now waving for a taxi on the side of the road.

A short while later, a taxi approached from a distance, and the driver slowly brought the car to a stop.

Actually, from a distance, he saw a tall, thin man standing by the roadside hailing a taxi.

But why would someone be standing by the roadside hailing a taxi in this area at this time?

Given that this is a villa area, how could there be no private cars here?

He wouldn't have passed by here so late if he hadn't picked up a fare in the suburbs and been returning empty.

Having driven a taxi for a long time, he knows exactly where the business is, where he can pick up passengers, and where there's no business and he'll be driving empty.

It was pitch black, and it was a bit creepy to see a grown man standing there trying to hail a taxi.

The driver looked Wenjie up and down through the car window.

Wenjie didn't have time to let the driver take a closer look; he reached out and fiddled with the door handle.

Locked.

"Open the door!" Wenjie said, immediately putting on a smile and speaking politely.

"Driver, could you please... open the door and let me in? I'll pay double the fare."

"it is good!"

The driver was relieved. "If you had told me sooner, I would have opened the door earlier."

With a click, the door lock clicked shut, and Wenjie pulled open the car door and jumped into the back seat of the taxi.

"Big brother, I need to go..." Wenjie hesitated for a moment, then said:

"I need to go to this address," he said, pulling up the address he had entered yesterday when he took Yang Shanshan home on Gaode Maps.

I dare not live in my own home anymore!

The driver glanced at the address, hesitated, and said:

“I don’t drive much in Dongcheng District. I mostly pick up passengers in Beicheng District, and sometimes I also drive to nearby suburbs.”

"It's okay, I'll use navigation."

This wasn't the first time Wenjie had heard the driver say this; the driver said the same thing when he took a taxi after leaving the hospital yesterday.

Taxis are assigned to specific areas, and since it's too far from where I live, taxis here rarely go that way.

Yang Shanshan gave the name of her residential community, "Huateng Jiayuan," but the driver may have entered a wrong character, and the navigation system couldn't find it.

Wenjie turned on his phone, and Yang Shanshan casually typed the name of the neighborhood into Gaode Map, searched for it, and showed the route to the driver.

He did it unintentionally; he probably just had his phone in his hand because he had booked a ride through Didi. Yang Shanshan's phone was in her large handbag.

Or perhaps Yang Shanshan was too weak at the time, so Wenjie subconsciously wanted to help her navigate.

In short, looking back now, he was a man full of tricks.

It was nearly midnight, and the highway became empty. The throbbing headache that had been plaguing me finally disappeared.

Some memories in his mind were erased, as if they had never happened.

Therefore, he does not know which part of his memory he has lost.

Only those with memories know what they've forgotten. What can those without memories talk about forgetting?

The taxi that Wenjie was in sped along, leaving the villa far behind.

Wenjie's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, relaxed, but soon a strange flutter of emotion surged within him again.

He just sent Yang Shanshan a WeChat message: "Shanshan, are you asleep? I have something urgent to do, I'm coming to see you now."

Yang Shanshan replied instantly: "Sure!"

(End of this chapter)