Soul Patch

Chapter 215 Who answered the phone?

A few minutes later, Wenjie found Zhang Zhipeng's house by following the house number.

He tapped the door a few times with his fingers.

"I'm coming……"

Immediately following was the sound of slippers shuffling near the door, and then, click, the lock was turned from the inside.

The door opened a crack, and Zhang Zhipeng looked Wen Jie up and down, asking in confusion, "You're looking for...?"

Wenjie pushed the door open, and Zhang Zhipeng's head hit the door panel. He clutched his head and took a few steps back, barely managing to steady himself. He looked up at Wenjie, then turned and ran into the room as if facing a formidable enemy: "I...I'm just an ordinary citizen! I...I don't know anything!"

He scrambled into the bedroom and was about to close the door when Wenjie kicked it hard. The sturdy door cracked open with a loud "crack," leaving a hole in it.

Looking at the white splinters on the door, Zhang Zhipeng stammered as he squatted on the ground, saying, "I...I don't know anything! You...you've got the wrong person!"

“1993年7月7日16:23出生的张志鹏”文杰上前两步，居高临下的看着躲在角落里的张志鹏，质问道：“会错吗？”

Zhang Zhipeng's eyes darted around, and he stammered, "I...I take my mother's surname, my surname is Lin..."

Damn it! A real man should be able to bend and stretch, but this isn't how you bend and stretch!
Wenjie raised his hand and swung it at his head.

Zhang Zhipeng was terrified. Looking at the strength of this guy's foot, he figured one tap would be enough to make him break.

He gripped his head tightly, afraid that Wenjie would knock him senseless if he hit him.

"Take your hands off!" Wenjie shouted sternly when he saw the guy covering his head.

Zhang Zhipeng trembled like a leaf, finally managing to lower his arm. His terrified eyes darted uncomfortably towards Wenjie as he pondered how to escape.

"Be honest, tell me how Liu Qingqing died?"

Upon hearing this, Zhang Zhipeng raised his head, stared at Wenjie's face for a few seconds, tilted his head and pondered, then said, "Didn't you do it?"

Wenjie seemed to have grasped the key point. He squatted down and grabbed Zhang Zhipeng by the collar: "Who? Who are you?"

Zhang Zhipeng looked terrified, seemingly realizing he had misspoke, and quickly protested, "No, no, she committed suicide. The news said she committed suicide. What do you mean, 'you guys'? You misheard..."

While he wasn't paying attention, Wenjie gave him a hard knock on the head, thinking to himself: He was spouting nonsense in the system last night, and he's still talking nonsense now. I went through so much trouble to correct my life's trajectory, and you just fooled me like this!

Knocking on you would be letting you off easy!

"Do you want to be like Liu Qingqing? Then I'll grant your wish." Wenjie pretended to breathe on his fist to warm it up.

Zhang Zhipeng hurriedly begged for mercy; he was in excruciating pain from the sharp rap on his head. He already knew from the system that this guy was a formidable fighter; it wasn't outwardly apparent, but his muscles possessed astonishing explosive power.

It's estimated that the basic skills were boosted by completing system tasks previously.

"I'll talk... I'll talk, I'll tell you everything..." Zhang Zhipeng finally softened, his eyes fixed on the ground, a look of terror slowly appearing on his face.

Wenjie waited for a while and saw that Zhang Zhipeng was just sitting there blankly, with no intention of speaking.

He said somewhat impatiently, "Speak!"

"Uh..." Zhang Zhipeng looked around absentmindedly, then pleaded with Wenjie, "But... I don't want to die!"

"Who wants to kill you? Who wants to kill Liu Qingqing? Why did Liu Qingqing go to kill Li Shiman again today? When I arrived at the crime scene, I found that Li Shiman had passed away at 16:23."

"And what about the quill pen? Before Li Shiman was murdered, a blood-written plea for help appeared in my office, and then it mysteriously disappeared. I called Li Shiman's office, and the person who answered claimed to be Xue Xiaowan. But I feel like that wasn't Xue Xiaowan..." Wenjie paused mid-sentence, looked at Zhang Zhipeng in front of him, and pondered for a moment: "Hmm? That's not right, who answered my call?"

Liu Qingqing, disguised as a cleaner, arrived at the crime scene around 3 PM and stayed for ten minutes. However, when I called Li Shiman on the internal phone, it was already past 2 PM.
Yes, it's 2:20 PM.

At 2:20 PM, someone answered my internal phone. Who else could it be but Liu Qingqing? Why wasn't this person seen on the security camera footage?

Wenjie muttered a series of questions to himself.

"Wait a minute! We can discuss what actually happened today, but we can't say a word about the system scenario," Zhang Zhipeng finally had a chance to interject, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead as he reminded him.

Wenjie looked at him and nodded: "Understood, it's a matter of confidentiality. I'm also afraid of getting struck by lightning."

Zhang Zhipeng glanced at Wenjie a few times, quickly making a judgment in his mind: This guy looks fierce, but he probably doesn't have any malicious intent.

His tense nerves relaxed, and he let out a long sigh, leaning against the corner of the wall: "Um... you mean the internal phone line? Did you dial the wrong number?"

Did you dial the wrong number?
How could that be? I just didn't know the internal phone numbers for each department at Huahai, so I was referring to the company's contact list...

Wenjie suddenly realized: Could there be something wrong with that contact form?

The other party could easily enter his office and take away the blood-written plea for help, and could also easily replace the problematic contact list.

If an incorrect internal phone number was written on the contact list, all the calls made to Li Shiman that afternoon would be dismissed with pre-arranged excuses.

No wonder no one discovered that Li Shiman had been murdered in her office for so long.

It's likely that the office door was also tampered with by the other party!

It's clear that the murder of Li Shiman was meticulously planned and involved a clear division of labor!

It seems the other party was a gang, and it was this group that used Liu Qingqing and then silenced her.

Wenjie suddenly raised his head, his sharp gaze making Zhang Zhipeng flinch: "What...what are you doing? Did you call the wrong number?"

"Who are you afraid of?" Wenjie stared at him and questioned, "After I came in, you repeatedly insisted that you knew nothing. You said that Liu Qingqing was killed by 'you,' who are you referring to as 'you'?"

Zhang Zhipeng didn't dare look Wenjie in the eye, turning his head away to face the wall, muttering to himself:

"No, no... I'm afraid of being punished by the system, I'm afraid of being struck by lightning."

"No, the patch carriers that triggered the system penalties all died by accident."

"Yes, suicide by poisoning is no different from jumping into a river, jumping off a building, or lying on the tracks."

Liu Qingqing was foolish enough to defy the system's mission and kill Li Shiman, who had already been saved by correcting her life's trajectory... The system definitely had to get rid of her!

After hearing this, Wenjie remained silent, gazing at Zhang Zhipeng for a long time.

I was trying to figure out whether this guy was telling the truth.

After a long silence, he finally spoke: "Then why did she kill Li Shiman? If she had killed Li Shiman, she wouldn't have survived either."

She was essentially trading her own life for Charmaine Li's.

(End of this chapter)