Soul Patch

Chapter 130 Gratitude and resentment

Jia Nan picked up the white velvet rope from the ground and quickly tied a butterfly knot around Wen Tianyi's wrist.

He gently stroked the butterfly knot on Wen Tianyi's wrist, lost in thought.

According to elders, this butterfly rope can ward off evil spirits and protect those who have it tied to them from the taint of evil spirits.

Therefore, he solemnly tied a butterfly knot on Wen Tianyi's head, paying tribute to this great father and hoping that his soul could ascend to heaven.

Looking at Wen Tianyi lying on the ground, devoid of vital signs, Jia Nan felt an ever-growing, uncontrollable sense of unease.

This Wen Tianyi is at most in his thirties, how could he possibly be Wenjie's father?

He recalled seeing Wenjie 12 years ago, and Wenjie's appearance had not changed at all. What was going on with this family?

With doubts piling up in his mind, he couldn't help but look at Wen Tianyi's corpse again.

To my surprise, the floor was empty.

The body has disappeared!

Even the pool of bright red blood on the ground was gone.

This this……

Jia Nan was shocked and stared blankly at the spot on the floor where Wen Tianyi's body had just been lying.

It's so fucking weird!

He also remembered that night three years ago when he felt a noise on the windowsill in his sleep, and when he opened his eyes, he saw a familiar figure.

That person was Wenjie; Wenjie suddenly appeared in his world.

That night, Wenjie vanished into thin air right in front of him.

It was around that time that he guessed that Wenjie might have some special abilities, and that the matter of avenging his brother should be considered in the long run.

To devise a foolproof plan, one must strike decisively and kill the target.

It seems that Wen Tianyi, like Wen Jie, will also disappear into thin air!

Jia Nan temporarily put aside her various chaotic thoughts. She had just heard Wen Tianyi call the police, and the police might already be downstairs.

He ran to the kitchen, put the poisoned juice glass into a plastic bag, packed away Andy's disguise hood and voice changer, and wiped away the blood that had flowed onto the floor...

After working for ten minutes, Jia Nan looked around to make sure nothing was left behind before helping Andy up.

He drove Andy out the door, not daring to take the elevator, and went down the stairs one step at a time.

Seeing Andy bleeding profusely from the head wound inflicted by a sharp weapon, he sighed, bent down, picked Andy up, and carried him out of the building to a black car that Andy had gotten his hands on.

This car has a fake license plate; even if the community's surveillance cameras capture it, they won't be able to trace it back to them.

He drove his car at breakneck speed, heading north.

As Jia Nan drove, her thoughts wandered, and she felt a sense of bewilderment, as if she had lost her purpose in life.

He rolled down the car window, felt his pockets, but couldn't find any cigarettes.

On a whim, he knocked on the storage compartment to the right of the driver's seat... and to his surprise, there really was a box of Yuxi cigarettes inside.

I don't know whose car this is, but the habit of storing a pack of cigarettes is good.

Jia Nan reached down the cigarette box and found an old-fashioned matchbox, except that the match handles were much thinner and longer than the ones he had seen in his childhood, making them look very delicate and beautiful.

"Pfft~"

Jia Nan lit the match head, and the leaping flame emitted a blue-yellow light. Jia Nan held the cigarette close to the flame, and the cigarette burned under the heat of the fire, emitting wisps of white smoke.

Through the rising smoke, Jia Nan seemed to see herself all these years, consumed by hatred, living a life that was neither human nor ghost.

He shook the match in his hand forcefully, and the flickering flame of the match head quietly went out, leaving only a trail of pale smoke and acrid fumes from the unburned match that rushed straight into his nostrils.

Jia Nan slowly exhaled a smoke ring from her nose... The smell of nicotine, it's been so long!

He couldn't even remember the last time he had smoked. Before avenging Jia Song, he didn't travel or chase girls... He felt he wasn't entitled to enjoy life.

Those who watched him drive his motorcycle, the race car roaring towards the finish line, and stand on the podium time and time again, assumed it was just out of interest.

Actually, no, he just wanted to get infinitely closer to death to remind himself of the pain Jia Song had experienced.

Just then, a large truck fully loaded with goods approached from the opposite lane, and a vivid image of the two vehicles colliding flashed through his mind...

He glanced sideways at Andy, who was critically ill in the passenger seat, and stopped having this crazy idea.

Mr. Jia, Mr. Jia?

The way Wen Tianyi addressed him echoed in Jia Nan's mind.

He glanced at the time displayed on the car's control panel: July 2, 2019.

Is that old guy leaving M City today?

I remember he said last time that he was going south in two days.

Jia Nan took out her phone, stared at the string of numbers entered on the screen, and hesitated whether to dial it.

Although he didn't have Jia Lin's phone number saved, he could never forget that number once he heard it.

"Hey, hey, Jia Nan! How are you? Is there something you need to call Dad about?"

The old man's familiar voice came through the phone.

Jia Nan suppressed the urge to retort, temporarily setting aside his dissatisfaction and resentment, and said in a deep voice, "Do you know Wen Tianyi?"

"..."

Jia Lin fell silent.

Jia Nan clearly heard the sound of a lighter being opened on the other end of the phone: a click, a hiss, a whoosh.

Clearly, Jia Lin, who had been silent, lit a cigarette and slowly inhaled and exhaled.

It seems they know each other.

Jia Nan didn't care about Jia Lin's feelings and said directly, "I just killed Wen Tianyi... I probably won't see Wen Jie again. Are you satisfied now!"

Suddenly, there was a loud thud from the other side, followed by the sound of things hitting the ground with a clatter.

Jia Lin was clearly furious.

who cares!

Jia Nan felt somewhat smug because she had provoked Jia Lin's anger.

Just like a naughty child who deliberately makes their parents angry to gain attention.

"Don't talk nonsense! Jia Nan, what nonsense are you spouting! Jia Nan, let me tell you, don't risk your life just to anger me! Don't even think about killing someone!"

Jia Lin spoke slowly and deliberately, his anger seeming to ignite Jia Nan on the other end of the phone.

"Don't keep talking about death at such a young age. The reason I don't want you to see Wenjie is because Wen Tianyi and I went south together to start a company. The company grew bigger and bigger, and we made more and more money, but he died inexplicably."

Since he didn't make any arrangements before he died, I naturally took over the company.

So now half of my shares actually belong to him, including the investment in Huahai Group, and even the villa I bought..."

Jia Lin realized that in his anger he had let slip what he had said.

He smacked his cigarette filter and said sadly, "Son, I really did it all for you. I was so afraid of being poor and wanted you to have a good life... but I never thought your mother and your brother wouldn't live to see this day."

Hilarious! People will laugh their heads off if they hear this!

Listen to this logic!

Jia Nan sneered, "Jia Lin, don't try to shift the blame. It's you who are greedy, selfish, and hypocritical. You're the one who embezzled other people's property. Don't try to pin these things on us."

Do you think you can shirk all responsibility by saying, "Dad is only doing this for your own good"?

"Jia Nan, I don't think you're in a good mental state. Dad isn't in M ​​City right now, but I'll make an appointment with a psychiatrist to take you in. Hello... hello... can you hear me?"

The phone went dead, and Jia Nan hung up.

(End of this chapter)