Soul Patch

Chapter 187 Room 218

"What do we do? We're trapped here!" Liu Qingqing tightened her arms around him, and Wenjie felt a bit uncomfortable from the tightness.

Wenjie impatiently pried Liu Qingqing's fingers off, looked around, and said with a gloomy face, "We've taken the wrong turn."

Liu Qingqing, who had just been shaken off by Wenjie, timidly leaned back, only to be blocked by Wenjie's arm: "Stay away from me, didn't you see we've taken the wrong turn? We should turn at this intersection."

"..."

Wenjie gave Liu Qingqing a cold look and then walked towards the intersection on his left.

She took a couple of quick steps and followed closely beside Wenjie, not daring to walk too fast or too slow, just following along like that.

Soon the two walked onto the main road, crossed the intersection, and several residential areas appeared on their right.

Looking at the familiar street scene and the bustling streets, Wenjie breathed a sigh of relief: That's right, I just bought the bread here. It's only a 20-minute walk from the hospital to here.

They walked another hundred meters or so and saw a simple little inn with an old sign hanging at the entrance that read "Family Inn".

The small hotel door was open, and from the outside you could see a red plastic curtain, which was only good for keeping out mosquitoes and flies. Through the semi-transparent curtain, you could vaguely see a table inside the room, behind which sat a plump middle-aged woman.

Liu Qingqing tugged at Wenjie's sleeve: "Let's go to another one, this one looks too dirty."

Wenjie thought to himself: This might not even be affordable.

He ignored Liu Qingqing and went straight in, lifting the curtain. Two minutes later, Wenjie called Liu Qingqing in.

Liu Qingqing stood reluctantly at the door, looking at the key tag in Wenjie's hand, thinking to herself: He really did book a room.

A barely perceptible smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

Looking at the dark, damp, old, and dilapidated interior, she pursed her lips, pinched her nose, and followed Wenjie.

The two went upstairs along the man-made staircase, and Wenjie looked at the door numbers as he walked in.

Walking into a room in the middle of the corridor, Wenjie glanced at the small sign on the door frame: No. 218.

"Yes, this is the one."

After saying that, he didn't even look at Liu Qingqing and opened the door with his key.

As soon as she pushed open the door, a strong musty smell hit her. Liu Qingqing frowned and said, "How can we live here!"

Wenjie waved his hand twice in front of him and coughed, clearly dissatisfied with the accommodations.

He hesitated for a moment, but still stepped into the house.

He turned on the light and looked around the room; it felt like something out of the 1980s. It was hard to imagine that such a dilapidated little hotel still existed in 1999.

A metal bed, a table, and a thermos on the table. Wenjie shook the thermos; it was empty. The water for the thermos had to be fetched from the communal drinking fountain in the corridor.

There were two plastic washbasins under the table, their edges stained with mottled dirt, which looked rather disgusting.

"Come in," Wenjie called to Liu Qingqing at the door.

Liu Qingqing walked in with a look of disgust, picked up her white shirt, and sat down on the edge of the bed.

Wenjie closed the door and turned around, seeing Liu Qingqing sitting by the bed. Their eyes met for a moment, and then Wenjie sat down at the table, took out Li Shiman's medical record from his pocket, and began to look through it carefully.

In the damp, moldy room, only the sounds of two breaths mingled together, along with the faint rustling of Wenjie turning over the medical records.

Back then, we were in the medical records room, worried that someone outside might discover them, so we didn't have time to look at it carefully. Now it's a good time to look at it page by page.

He felt Liu Qingqing's gaze lingering on him. Without looking up, she said, "It's getting late. If you can sleep, go to sleep for a while. Tomorrow... might not go smoothly."

Liu Qingqing glanced at the bed. The sheets were freshly washed, but they looked like they had been used for a long time. They had turned a bit whiter after washing, and there were stains in some places that couldn't be washed off.

Liu Qingqing really couldn't sleep in such a bed, so she got up and sat down next to Wenjie, leaning against him, and said softly, "Alright, I'll look at the medical records with you. Did you find anything?"

Wenjie pointed to the text on a page and slowly said:

"I suppose so. Look here, during Li Shiman's first consultation, the hospital conducted a comprehensive evaluation and initially determined that the cause of her hysteria was psychological interference. It is recommended that in addition to regular follow-up visits, she should also receive some psychological counseling and guidance to see if the cause of her illness can be found."

After he finished speaking, he turned the page and found that the next page was a record of psychological counseling, signed by Professor Zhao Jingshu.

"Professor Zhao Jingshu? She's a very famous psychologist in M ​​City!" Liu Qingqing perked up at the mention of the name.

“I seem to remember her. She now runs her own psychological counseling clinic, and you have to book her appointments six months in advance,” Wenjie said, while looking at the counseling records.

As he looked at the case file, his brows furrowed deeply. He put it down, looked up, and stared straight ahead, his pupils slightly contracted…

After a long while, he pressed hard on the space between his eyebrows and leaned back in the chair.

Liu Qingqing took the medical record and looked at it for a while, then looked at Wenjie and asked, "What did you think of?"

Wenjie snapped out of his reverie, looked at Liu Qingqing, and asked while pondering, "Do you believe in supernatural forces in this world? I mean, the kind that science can't explain."

Liu Qingqing chuckled: "I didn't believe it before, but after I came into contact with the system, I believed it."

Wenjie nodded slowly. Liu Qingqing was right. Wenjie had previously believed that one should believe in science and not be superstitious.

But after the butterfly rope was fastened, he saw his father appear before him.

From the bottom of my heart, I think this kind of magical power that transcends science and the laws of nature is absolutely awesome!

"I think Li Shiman's parents must have used some kind of mysterious power to transfer Li Shiman's hysteria to Zhang Zhipeng..."

Wenjie paused after speaking, then looked at Liu Qingqing and continued, "This sounds impossible, but there's no other explanation. Zhang Zhipeng shouldn't have met Li Shiman before entering the online mission, right?"

Liu Qingqing nodded: "That's right! The collected information is all text, there are no pictures."

Li Shiman had just returned from abroad and had recently been hired by Huahai Technology Company. No official appointment documents could be found online, and previous news reports only mentioned the establishment of Huahai Group's M City branch.

Actually, Huahai International's branch office was only in preparation for and established for about a month. I found a group photo of the management team online, and I could barely recognize all the managers around Wen Tianyi in that photo.

"That matches up perfectly!" Wenjie's eyes lit up, and he slapped the table, exclaiming.

"Zhang Zhipeng entered the network system and recognized Li Shiman the moment he saw her. Only then did he realize that he was the murderer the system was looking for."

(End of this chapter)