Soul Patch

Chapter 138

This statement completely rekindled Jia Nan's long-held doubts.

Jia Nan was convinced that Wenjie was hiding some secret.

So Jia Nan looked up, her eyes filled with eager anticipation.

He was waiting for Wenjie to reveal the answer.

Wenjie suppressed his anxiety; all his hesitation vanished when he met Jia Nan's gaze. His voice was filled with weariness and vicissitude:

“My father was murdered by you when I was five years old. And I killed your brother, Jasong, a few days ago…”

So the me you saw as a child is no different from the me you see today.

In fact, because you witnessed Jia Song's murder, you committed a series of murders, all of whom were young men who looked remarkably like me... Regarding these things, you might..."

Wenjie's words struck Jia Nan's heart like a hammer, and his expression quickly changed from initial shock to utter astonishment.

His lips twitched, and he exclaimed incredulously, "You... how do you even know my dreams!"

For the past three years, he has been having recurring dreams of various young men being murdered. The fragmented images and illogical pieces in his dreams make it impossible for him to piece together the events.

Even in his dreams, he received a strong suggestion: that he had killed those boys.

One midnight after another, he would wake up from nightmares, his clothes soaked with cold sweat, and his whole being enveloped by guilt.

He looked down at his hands, those long, slender hands with distinct knuckles, still so beautiful. They seemed to dance like butterflies on the piano, producing melodious notes.

However, he clearly sensed that it was a variation of denunciation, that the bodies that had been deprived of their lives were crying out.

How could he kill people he had no connection with?

Wenjie took in every detail of the horrified expression on Jia Nan's face.

This was something he hadn't anticipated. The reason he paused mid-sentence was that he had no idea whether Jia Nan, whose life trajectory had been altered, would still remember those events.

Jia Nan is not him after all; it's more likely that Jia Nan has no concept of those things.

They showed disdain and contempt, and even cursed: "Are you sick?"

Wenjie pondered Jia Nan's words: Dream.

Dreams are projections of the subconscious, meaning that the subconscious may retain impressions even after systemic corrections.

The last time this happened was when Yang Shan deleted it.

After logging out of the system, Yang Shanshan remembered him and kept dreaming about him.

The system had a bug that time.

Could Jia Nan's ability to retain a subconscious mind also be a system bug?

Did someone bring out the physical items from within the system?

What could it be?

Thinking of this, Wenjie subconsciously looked around...

"What are you looking for?" Jia Nan had been carefully observing Wen Jie ever since she heard his words.

He was becoming more and more interested in Wenjie. What Wenjie had just said seemed to have a magical power, capturing his heart.

Wenjie told him that he understood the childhood without a father... That was a few days ago, when he did not kill Wen Tianyi.

Wenjie experienced the pain of losing his father at the age of five.

He endured his entire childhood without his father's protection until adulthood.

The Wen Tianyi he killed was indeed only in his thirties, meaning he killed the Wen Tianyi from nineteen years ago.

This happened a few days ago.

How can it be?

Jia Nan scratched his head; this was too complicated and too bizarre.

But it really did happen.

He also believed what Wenjie said: Wenjie killed Jia Song some time ago, and the Wenjie he saw when he was a child was the same Wenjie from that time.

It probably won't take more than a month.

As Jia Nan pondered deeply, his swollen face revealed a weariness beyond his years.

Finally, as if he had grasped the crux of the matter, his eyes gleamed with hope, as if they were filled with starlight.

"Wenjie, you have a way to save Jia Song! You definitely have a way!"

As expected of a smart person, Wenjie glanced at Jia Nan's gleaming eyes and showed admiration on his face.

Wenjie stared at Jia Nan for a moment, then eagerly activated the system.

【System startup】

Please select patch type: ...

[Remodeling]

Wenjie didn't have time to look at it closely; he just wanted to quickly skip over these fixed formatting ads that were like system intros.

[Soon, a system screen appeared before Wenjie's eyes: an antique-style chandelier, a rose-red sofa, and a frosted glass on the coffee table...]

Damn! We're back at the scene where Yang Shan was murdered.

The woman murdered in Ye Wenqian's home has been identified as Yang Shanshan. Aside from Wenjie's testimony, no evidence was left at the scene pointing to Jia Nan.

Wenjie is the only suspect in this case, and his testimony cannot be used as evidence. It is very likely that Wenjie deliberately provided false testimony in order to get rid of suspicion.

Therefore, this case is still under investigation.

Jia Nan watched as Wen Jie sat on the ground, seemingly in a meditative state.

He looked straight ahead, but wasn't looking at him. His gaze seemed to sweep past him and focus on something else entirely.

He dared not disturb them, and silently observed.

In the video, Wenjie quickly picks up a frosted glass from the coffee table, wraps a towel around his hand, opens the door, and goes directly upstairs via the stairs.

Immediately afterwards, the elevator downstairs dinged, indicating that the police had arrived at Ye Wenqian's home.

This is not a safe place to stay; the police will be searching the area soon...

There are security cameras in the elevator, where can I hide?

In real life, Wenjie glanced at Jia Nan and suddenly asked, "Jia Nan, where did you hide after you attacked Yang Shanshan?"

Upon hearing this, Jia Nan was stunned, hesitating whether or not to answer Wen Jie.

If I say it, wouldn't that be the same as admitting that I killed Yang Shanshan?

"Hurry up, it'll be too late if we're late!" Wenjie heard the commotion downstairs at Ye Wenqian's house, and the knocking on the door gradually began. It seemed that the police had started their investigation.

Urged on by Wenjie, Jia Nan closed her eyes and murmured, "1702, knock five times in a row, four times, three times."

Wenjie quickly ran down the stairs and slid into the fire door of room 1702.

As soon as the heavy fire door closed, the motion-activated light went out.

Wenjie took a deep breath and began to knock on the door rhythmically.

bang bang bang bang... bang bang bang bang... bang bang bang

Seeing no movement, he suppressed his racing heart and listened intently to the sounds of the police upstairs.

They're knocking on doors again now; clearly, the police are going door-to-door asking questions.

In real life, Wenjie glanced at Jia Nan and asked anxiously, "What should we do if no one answers the door?"

“Keep knocking, it’s the same pattern.” Jia Nan’s eyes flickered, and after thinking for a moment, she added, “Call No-Face through the intercom.”

Damn, there's an intercom, why do I have to knock on the door?

Knocking on the door is so likely to attract the attention of the police, Wenjie thought to himself.

After pressing the intercom button, the call was quickly connected. Wenjie said in a deep voice into the receiver, "Faceless Man, open the door!"

(End of this chapter)