Soul Patch

Chapter 9 A Weird Guy

Why did Zhao Xiaolong's attempt to correct his life trajectory fail?

Could it be that the fat woman finally seized the opportunity to make her move?

I'm so dizzy, can't they find someone else? Why do they have to keep targeting Zhao Xiaolong?

Huh?

Something doesn't feel right. Is something missing?

Wenjie's thoughts drifted back to the words Zhao Xiaolong had shouted out in a distorted, neurotic voice:

"Women deserve to die, the prettier the woman, the more she deserves to die..."

"Kill that wicked woman, and the world will be at peace!"

Is it...

Wrong person?

Not that fat woman?

My target is a beautiful woman!

A beautiful woman, but with a dirty and ugly heart...

Wenjie was speechless... He had hurriedly ended the test yesterday and hadn't checked the system for any notifications about whether the test was successful or not.

He was a little annoyed:

Why are you so impatient?

Why are you in such a hurry to log out of the system?

We've already put in so much effort, what's a little more time?

……

The system will restart five hours later.

Wenjie planned to use this time to organize the materials so he could give a work report at the morning meeting later.

He had just opened the drawer and taken out a stack of documents when the phone in his pocket started buzzing... He was used to putting his phone on vibrate at work.

Wenjie took out his phone; it was an unfamiliar number.

He strode out of the office area and into the smoking room in the corridor, where he leaned against the window.

He pulled out cigarettes and a lighter from his pocket, and with a cigarette in his mouth:

"Hello!"

"Hello, this is Officer Cao. We have reviewed the community's surveillance footage and found clues related to your missing computer."

I'll send you the screenshot. Do you recognize this person?

Wenjie thanked the police, hung up the phone, and eagerly opened the text message:

It's a screenshot from a community surveillance camera, but the image quality is very poor.

The police must have used technical means to process the image, but it is still blurry.

He took a deep drag of his cigarette and slowly exhaled.

Amidst the swirling smoke, he squinted slightly, whether out of fear of the smoke stinging his eyes or to focus his attention more intently on the suspect in the screenshot.

He was a man in his fifties, dressed in black and wearing glasses.

In the screenshot, he is standing downstairs, intently staring at the device in his hand.

The thing was somewhat like a remote control; the screen light shone on his face, making it appear deathly pale.

His clothes blended into the surrounding darkness. At first glance, it looked as if a pale face was suspended in mid-air, which was rather frightening.

Wenjie stared at the face that was mostly hidden by glasses, took two deep drags of his cigarette, and then looked away from the photo.

He lowered his eyes slightly and looked out the window, seemingly lost in thought, or perhaps admiring the scenery:

The city awakens under the morning sun, pedestrians stroll along the streets, and cars shuttle back and forth... Everything in this city operates according to established rules.

This is a typical day in M ​​City, just like any other day before.

Apart from the chaos and disorder on his side, everything else was in good order.

He didn't come to his senses until the remaining half of the cigarette burned out and the ash scattered in the wind.

He tossed the cigarette butt into the trash can beside him and quickly replied with his fingers: Don't know.

Not only did I not know them, but to be precise, they were complete strangers.

How could he possibly know an old man who does drone photography, wears glasses in the dark, and exudes a strange aura?

Glasses? Wenjie stared at the glasses perched on the eccentric's nose, looking at them again and again.

It looks like a diving mask, and the lens color is also very unique...

Suddenly, Wenjie realized that they were night vision goggles.

Night vision goggles!

Controlling a drone while wearing night vision goggles?

Could it be that the drone flew in through his open window?

Was it for taking secret photos?

But what if a regular drone wanted to precisely enter a window on the 18th floor, flying in a dark and unfamiliar environment...?

That's extremely difficult!

Then it shouldn't be a drone; it should be a shuttle with more complete functions and equipment, and more flexible operation and response.

You also need to bring your own lighting! Otherwise, your device might crash in no time!

Wenjie sighed. A decent drone would cost at least 3000 yuan, and a shuttle would be even more expensive!

A space shuttle, night vision goggles... How could such a materialistic tycoon possibly be interested in my beat-up laptop?

The laptop even crashed... Isn't that a bit too much of a price to pay?

If the burglary is minor, the police won't invest too much effort, especially since the serial murders that have everyone on edge in M ​​City haven't made any substantial progress yet.

Officer Cao was in charge of the case. He happened to be nearby last night, so he took Xiao Xu upstairs to take a look and make some notes.

He then called Mr. Wen, who had reported the case, sent him screenshots, and planned to transfer the case to another team.

After hanging up the phone, Officer Cao threw the theft case files into a drawer.

He picked up the mountain of serial murder case files piled up on the table and began to study them carefully.

After Wenjie finished the phone call, he turned around and saw Director Wang coming out of his office.

Director Wang covered his ear with his phone, smiling as he spoke, while holding a teacup in his other hand.

Seeing Wenjie standing in the corridor, she raised an eyebrow at him and tilted her chin toward the teacup in her hand.

Wenjie quickly stepped forward, bent down to take the teacup from Director Wang's hand, smiled and nodded at Director Wang, then turned and walked towards the tea room.

Holding Director Wang's teacup, it felt as if an invisible boulder had disappeared from his body. His breathing became much easier, and even his steps felt lighter.

He secretly rejoiced that the matter of not being able to get Director Wang water that time was finally over.

Director Wang glanced at Wenjie's retreating figure, turned around and went back to his office. After closing the door, he called out affectionately into the phone, "Qianqian, go ahead and talk, I'm listening."

What's wrong? Why are you unhappy? I've been so thirsty chatting with you that I haven't even had time to get a glass of water..."

(End of this chapter)