Soul Patch

Chapter 129 The real murderer

Was the juice poisoned?

Wenjie recalled the pleasant feeling of drinking juice, and his heart sank. Jia Nan had actually thought of taking advantage of his feelings for Yang Shanshan.

This shameless scoundrel, how could he indiscriminately kill innocent people?

“Jia Nan! Yang Shanshan, she…” Wenjie wanted to say that Yang Shanshan was innocent and why he wanted to kill her, but after uttering a few words, his tongue wouldn’t obey him.

The two figures in front of him gradually distorted, and the dizziness made him almost lose his balance.

He staggered back a few steps, trying to sit down while holding onto the bed, but he missed and fell straight to the ground, hitting his head on the bedside table.

Ouch! That hurts!

The pain in his forehead brought a moment of clarity to his scattered thoughts.

He reached out to grab the butterfly knot that held the pink curtains, but his vision blurred and he lost his sense of distance. He tried several times but couldn't reach it.

I felt a gust of wind beside me, and a figure rushed to the curtains, untied the butterfly knot, and held the white velvet rope in his hand.

It's Jia Nan.

Jia Nan looked the white velvet rope up and down, and asked in confusion, "Wenjie, Andy found this white velvet rope in your bedside table. Tell me, where did you get it?"

Wenjie ignored him, rubbing his temples as he racked his brains for a way to escape.

This isn't like a system where you can just quit whenever you want.

He had to find a way to call the police. He quietly touched his pocket with his arm... Oh no, his pocket was empty. Where was his phone?

Wenjie then remembered: He had left his phone on the dining table!

"Tell me, where did you get this white woolen rope? I recognize this rope. When I was a child, we had a whole bundle of it at home. My mother always used this rope to tie things up. It's hand-twisted woolen rope, so it's very sturdy when tying things up."

Wenjie's gaze gradually became hazy, and the velvet rope in Jia Nan's hand looked like a white ribbon to him.

No matter how this thing looked to him, he would always remember this piece of woolen rope:

That was a bug in the system. Wenjie had corrected Zhao Xiaolong's life trajectory, but after exiting the system, the white velvet rope tied into a butterfly knot was left in his pocket.

It was also because of this system bug that it had an unknown impact on the people associated with the mission at the time, which led to his encounter with Yang Shanshan.

The thought of Yang Shanshan dimmed Wenjie's eyes.

“Let’s make a trade. You tell me how you got the cord, and I’ll tell you why I targeted Yang Shanshan.” Jia Nan noticed Wen Jie’s gloomy expression and, trying to guess his thoughts, slowly said.

After saying this, he felt Andy's gaze on him.

He then glanced at Andy: Andy was frowning and looked anxious.

Jia Nan understood that Andy was urging him to hurry up and get out of there.

We can't afford to waste any more time. Jia Nan's eyes flashed with malice as she approached Wen Jie, grabbed his collar, and said fiercely, "Hurry up and tell me! I'm a very impatient person."

Wenjie turned his head away from Jia Nan. He was weak all over. He opened his mouth for a long time before he could utter a faint voice: "I... I know why you killed Yang Shanshan. You just wanted... wanted me to experience what it feels like to lose a loved one."

Wenjie sneered inwardly: Then he'd have Andy impersonate Yang Shanshan, exploiting his trust in her to stage today's poisoning scene...

How insidious and vicious!

Having previously interacted with Jia Nan, especially seeing his tolerance towards Huang Weiwei, he thought Jia Nan was just a cold person.

He later learned that the pervert he killed was Jia Nan's brother, and realized that the hatred between Jia Nan and him was bound to end today.

Either you die, or I die.

Jia Nan's cold-blooded revenge is understandable, but he should take responsibility for his own actions, and everything should be directed at him!

To actually kill Yang Shanshan just to deal with him, this Jia Nan... he's simply inhuman!

Wenjie glared fiercely at Jia Nan. If he had a bomb or something, he would have wanted to die with Jia Nan!

Upon hearing Wenjie's words, Jia Nan's expression froze, and his face grew increasingly grim. He shoved Wenjie hard.

"Does it hurt? Does it feel good? Watching you kill my brother, and how he saw me standing on the road through the gaps in the weeds before he died."

He...he didn't even dare to struggle. Can you imagine how painful it is to have your artery severed?

Jia Nan roared at Wen Jie like a madwoman:

"He was afraid you would find me, so he didn't dare to struggle... That bloody scene is still imprinted in my mind, that feeling of all-consuming pain and destruction accompanies me every moment!"

Jia Nan's features contorted, his eyes flashing with a terrifying light. He slammed the velvet rope in his hand to the ground, panting heavily as he roared:

"But you're about to die, so this heartache won't torment you anymore! You're getting off easy!"

As he spoke, he raised the kitchen knife in his hand and swung it at Wenjie.

"what!"

From behind the two of them, Andy screamed and fell to the ground.

Jia Nan's heart skipped a beat: What happened to Andy?

There was no sound of the door opening, no footsteps. Who attacked Andy?

Jia Nan turned around abruptly, only to see a figure flash behind her, and the kitchen knife in her hand was kicked away.

With a clang, the kitchen knife fell to the ground.

Immediately following, Jia Nan received a heavy blow to the back of the head. A tall, middle-aged man became increasingly blurry in his vision. He murmured, "You are..."

The middle-aged man quickly came to Wenjie's side. Wenjie had already fainted. He checked Wenjie's breathing.

Wenjie's breathing became very weak, indicating a critical situation that required immediate hospitalization.

The middle-aged man took out his phone, about to dial a number, when he seemed to remember something.

He searched the room and finally found a cell phone on the dining table.

I tried Wenjie's fingerprint, and it unlocked the door.

It seems this phone belongs to Wenjie. He quickly dialed 120 for emergency medical assistance, and after thinking for a moment, he dialed 110 to report the incident to the police.

On the other end of the phone, the police officer asked, "What happened on your end... What's the exact location?... You mean you don't know the exact house number? How did you get there?... What's your name?"

“My surname is Wen, Mr. Wen.”

……

He hung up the phone and went back to his bedroom.

Wenjie and the woman by the door were still lying on the floor in the bedroom.

Wait a minute, where did that young man go?

The young man looked somewhat familiar, resembling someone he knew. He cautiously looked around the bedroom and tentatively called out, "Mr. Jia...?"

Suddenly, a gust of wind approached my spine.

A cold blade, carrying a murderous aura, slashed towards his neck with such force that it severed his carotid artery on the spot.

Before he could turn around, blood was spilled on the spot, and he slumped to the side, convulsing as he fell to the ground.

He gasped for breath, his heart pounding hollowly in his chest, as blood and life were slowly being drained from his body.

His pupils slowly began to dilate. While he still had a breath left, he endured the immense pain, clutched his neck, and struggled to speak:

“I… am… Wen… Tianyi. A son's debts are a father's debt; please… let… Wen… Jie go…”

Because the knife wound damaged his trachea, his voice became hoarse and distorted, sounding terrifying.

Looking at the convulsing body on the ground, blood gushing from between the fingers, Jia Nan seemed to see Jia Song from back then.

His nose tingled, and his cold face softened. He nodded slowly but firmly to Wen Tianyi.

With Jia Nan's approval, Wen Tianyi glanced in Wen Jie's direction and slowly closed his eyes.

(End of this chapter)