Soul Patch

Chapter 87 is No-Face.

The next morning, Jia Nan slowly woke up in her bedroom in the villa.

He opened Alipay and found a person named Ann in his contacts.

The profile picture on Alipay is a faceless man.

No-Face is also an anime character created by Hayao Miyazaki.

"Are you there? It's urgent."

A moment later, the faceless man's avatar flashed: "Here."

"Please send me to this address and ask a boy to come over."

"Okay!" the faceless man replied instantly.

"Be careful this time... If you need to contact me, send a message through Alipay. It has a self-destructing message function, so please don't call me."

"Yes, sir, Master Jia."

The faceless man's avatar quickly went offline.

……

After getting ready, Yang Shanshan looked at Wenjie and asked, "I'm going to work. What are your plans for today?"

"I...I don't have any plans, you fat otaku."

Wenjie smiled at Yang Shanshan.

Yang Shanshan glanced at Wenjie in surprise, said goodbye to him, and turned to leave.

After getting off work yesterday, Yang Shanshan washed her work clothes, drained them, and ironed them neatly when they were almost dry.

Wearing a crisp work uniform, Yang Shanshan looked capable yet exuded a gentle and graceful charm.

Wenjie's gaze followed Yang Shanshan as she stepped out the door.

But her other foot paused in mid-air for a moment before retracting. Yang Shanshan hesitated, then took out her keys from her pocket, removed the house key, and placed it on the shoe rack in the entryway.

"If you need to go out, it's better to leave the key with you."

Wenjie stood up and moved closer to Yang Shanshan from behind, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, resting his head on her shoulder, and softly said thank you.

Yang Shanshan turned her head and looked at him gently, saying slowly, "I have to go to work, or I'll be late!"

"Okay, I'll wait for you to get off work!"

Yang Shanshan reached out and tapped Wenjie's forehead, pouting as she said, "Okay, cook at home, okay!"

"As ordered!"

Wenjie smiled as he watched Yang Shanshan go downstairs.

Until Yang Shanshan got on the elevator, the elevator doors closed, and it continued to descend.

Wenjie returned to the house and took the key that Yang Shanshan had taken from the key ring from the shoe rack and held it in his hand.

The key has a metallic texture and feels slightly cool to the touch.

The moment he clenched his fist, the sharp edges of the key rubbed against the softness of his palm, reminding Wenjie that the key was indeed there.

Never before had Wenjie been so moved.

The humiliation of being squeezed out by a few people in the dormitory, the days when no one cared about me while I worked overtime, the times when I returned to the apartment hungry to find the stove and kitchen empty... all these memories flooded back to me with uncanny clarity.

At this moment, he and Yang Shanshan share the same key, allowing them to return to the same home.

As a poor loser, he wouldn't even dare to dream of such a thing!

He put the key to his lips and kissed it fiercely: "Long live the system!"

He now has a love-hate relationship with the system.

After Yang Shanshan went downstairs, a Didi car was already waiting downstairs. She stepped into the car and reached out to close the door.

I looked up through the car window towards my home.

Sitting in the car, your field of vision is greatly limited; you can't see your own window unless you stick your head out.

But Yang Shanshan continued to look in that direction.

A sweet smile spread across her face.

A smile appeared on her face without her even realizing it.

She looked away, and in the car window, she saw a girl with gentle, watery eyes and a happy expression.

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of a figure that seemed somewhat familiar.

She glanced sideways and saw a slender girl:

He was dressed in a light gray fitted outfit for morning exercise, with a white low-cut sports shirt over his upper body, wristbands, knee pads, and white running shoes.

She wore a pair of Bose in-ear sports headphones, her long hair was tied into a ponytail with a hair tie around her hairline, and her ponytail swayed rhythmically with her body as she ran at a steady pace.

She is youthful, beautiful, and full of energy.

She was like a refreshing breeze, attracting countless admiring glances as she passed by, drawing the attention of passersby.

Yang Shanshan couldn't help but glance at her a few more times, but she felt like she had seen this girl somewhere before.

She was still trying to remember even ten minutes after the taxi had driven away.

She took out her phone again and sent a message to Huang Weiwei:

"When I visited your bakery last time, I saw a pretty girl walk by on the street. Do you remember her?"

I didn't expect Huang Weiwei to reply to the message, but to my surprise, she called me shortly after I sent it.

"Weiwei, you're up so early!"

It was only 7:30, and Yang Shanshan couldn't help but ask curiously.

"Don't even mention it. Huang Dongheng is like a lunatic. He suddenly called me first thing in the morning," Huang Weiwei said angrily.

"So early, is there something important you need to discuss? Could it be about the store's transfer?"

"What? Telling me to stay away from Jia Nan first thing in the morning, saying that Jia Nan is... dangerous."

Huang Weiwei paused for a moment, without repeating Huang Dongheng's original words.

Huang Dongheng had said the same thing before, but this time he repeated it more firmly: Jia Nan is the murderer.

(End of this chapter)