Soul Patch

Chapter 90

Looking to the side, wow, there are even some with adorable packaging!

It's something I use every month.

Ah!

Where am I looking?

Wenjie glanced up and down, but there was nothing in the cabinet that could cover his mouth and nose.

He then looked at the dressing table. Yang Shanshan's dressing table was made of pure white lacquer, paired with a dressing chair of the same color, matching the tone of the other furniture in the room.

The vanity mirror has small compartments underneath, which can hold small bottles, jars, and accessories.

It looks simple and exquisite, and has excellent functionality.

Wenjie went to the dressing table, found a pair of sunglasses, and found that they were different from the ones Yang Shanshan wore to the barbecue party over the weekend.

The lenses are darker, and the frames are more defined...

Wenjie thought to himself that both men and women should be able to wear them, and then he put the sunglasses on his nose.

Hmm...it looks quite stylish.

He then found a black face mask in the drawer of the dressing table.

After arming myself, I felt... well... a bit effeminate.

Covering face!

How wonderful it would be if we had oxygen masks or gas masks.

The thought flashed through Wenjie's mind, but he immediately stopped himself from daydreaming.

He walked from the bedroom to the living room wearing sunglasses. His vision became very dark as soon as he put on the sunglasses, so he walked very carefully.

As he turned the corner after leaving the bedroom, he felt a little dizzy.

It wasn't a headache, but dizziness, like being on a rapidly spinning carousel.

His body gradually lost its balance, and he groped his way towards the wall.

When I reached out and touched the wall, I felt something soft.

He glanced sideways at it.

White

Furry

Surprisingly, it was a huge butterfly cord clasp.

This must be a hallucination. How could he be hallucinating while wearing sunglasses?

He slapped his face haphazardly, and his mask and sunglasses were thrown to the ground.

Turning my head to look at the wall again, I saw that the butterfly rope knot had not disappeared, and blood was seeping from it.

A feeling of dizziness and oppression washed over him, making him feel like the world was spinning and the living room had become incredibly dark.

Apart from being able to make out a butterfly knot that was gradually being stained with blood, everything else was spinning, and a lot of distorted sounds were mixed together and drilling into his ears.

Wenjie groped his way to the light switch, preparing to turn it on.

When I reached out to touch it, my hand was clamped down by another hand.

Who?

In the somber hue, Wenjie looked at the hands that were gripping him.

Ah!

It was a middle-aged man whose hands were tied with butterfly ropes, and because of the ropes, his wrists were twisted together unnaturally.

He used his two pale, eerie hands to grip Wenjie's hands tightly.

Upon seeing the butterfly rope buckle on the person's wrist, Wenjie felt a sharp pain in his heart.

The pain, accompanied by shock, made him feel as if he had been electrocuted, standing there trembling uncontrollably.

He timidly, yet full of anticipation, followed the other person's wrist and looked down.

The blue shirt, with a blue collar, was stained red with blood, turning the blue a dark red color.

Immediately afterwards, an extremely familiar face came into view!

Ah!

Ah!

Wenjie screamed in surprise.

impossible.

How could I possibly see my father here!

Wenjie forced himself to calm down.

What's wrong with you?

He half-squatted and half-knelt on the spot, desperately pulling his hand back and hitting his head hard.

"Wenjie, if it weren't for you, Dad wouldn't have died!"

Wenjie could recognize his father's voice even in his sleep.

And that,

It was his father's voice.

Loving and gentle.

He clutched his head and knelt on the ground, crying out, "No!"

That shout was hoarse and desperate.

It was filled with grievances and heartache.

"On my way home, I saw the chocolate you like..."

"No!" Wenjie cried out in anguish.

Images of himself as a child, following his father to the village market, flashed through his mind.

On the way back, his father bought him a chocolate bar.

Wenjie took the chocolate from the shop owner and eagerly tore off the outer packaging and peeled off a layer of aluminum foil.

The unique sweet and rich aroma of cocoa wafted out instantly.

He swallowed hard, broke off a piece of the dark brown chocolate that was pressed into two rows of squares, rewrapped the rest of the chocolate, and put it in his pocket.

Reach out and pinch the chocolate in your palm, bring it to your mouth and lick it with your tongue, melting the fine texture pressed out by the edges of the chocolate layer by layer... before finally putting it all in your mouth.

Savoring the smooth and rich chocolate on my lips, I followed my father home contentedly.

Then, the father was knocked unconscious.

Blood stained his blue shirt.

Wenjie had this dream once, and it startled him awake.

but……

That was just a dream!

How could his father have been murdered simply for buying him chocolate?

He always felt that there was more to his father's death than met the eye.

Over the years, he has never given up on finding the real culprit and hopes that the murderer will receive the punishment he deserves.

Did I... kill my father?

In that instant, he felt that nothing mattered anymore.

What's the point of me still being alive?

He slammed his fist on the ground in despair, a sense of disillusionment welling up from the depths of his heart.

My hand hit something and felt a sharp pain.

It's those sunglasses, Yang Shanshan's sunglasses!

Didn't I secretly vow to take responsibility for Yang Shanshan?

We can't just give up on ourselves like this!

Alive...

How could it be meaningless?

At that moment, the default ringtone of the iPhone started playing.

ding ding ding...

Wenjie jolted awake, and the dizziness seemed to subside somewhat.

He steadied himself, looked up at the window, and saw sunlight streaming into the room through the dim light.

The dark mass that had just enveloped the room gradually dissipated.

He looked in confusion toward the light switch in the living room, where...

His father had just been standing there!

At this moment, there was nothing but a white wall.

But just now...

What the hell?

He looked down at his hands; his fist had just shattered the glass of his sunglasses, and the glass cut his hand and hurt.

My hand was bleeding profusely, and it looked like there was still a piece of shard of glass stuck in my flesh.

He took his phone out of his pocket and pressed the answer button.

"Wenjie, why didn't you come to work today?"

Bai Yu's nonchalant tone came through the receiver.

"I took the day off today, is there...is something wrong?"

Wenjie's voice trembled slightly, and his breathing was a little unsteady.

If someone saw Wenjie at this moment, they would probably be terrified by his appearance.

He knelt on the ground, his face covered in cold sweat and tears, and his hand holding the phone was bleeding profusely.

"Yeah, the boss's branch office is opening today, and he's hosting a dinner tonight. He was going to tell you as soon as he got to work, but you haven't come yet."

Bai Yu said leisurely.

"I...I won't go."

Wenjie looked around at himself and said sullenly.

(End of this chapter)