Soul Patch

Chapter 222 was truly unexpected!
After Xiao Liu left, Wenjie closed the office door and returned to his executive chair behind his desk.

He took the quill pen out of his desk drawer, gently stroking the logo on it with his hand, his face grim and looking worried.

This thing... is actually a message left to myself on July 7th by my future self at some point in time!
He would never have believed it if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes.

Since he risked his life to return, why didn't he just save Li Shiman directly, instead of leaving behind this letter of appeal in blood?
Thinking of this, Wenjie felt a pang of sadness, followed by a deep sense of helplessness. He buried his head in his hands and didn't look up for a long time.

He recalled how, when he first obtained the system, he acted recklessly during the system testing phase, resorting to violence to kill the cross-dressing pervert Jia Song, which in turn harmed his own father, Jia Nan, and indirectly led to the deaths of a series of people murdered by Jia Nan.

Although he corrected Jia Nan's serial murder case in time during a system task, causing Jia Nan to encounter him earlier and thus focus her attention on him.

But Jia Song still died, and Jia Nan was sent to a mental hospital by the police...

None of this was the outcome he wanted.

Therefore, since the Soul Patch system possesses such a powerful ability to alter reality, the more powerful that ability is, the more cautious one must be.

A small action might lead to an irreparable mistake.

He understood why his future self didn't go directly to save Li Shiman; clearly, he didn't want a repeat of what happened with Jia Song.

Even if intervention is necessary, it should be the version of oneself belonging to the real world who intervenes, so that the real-world version knows what happened, who wants to kill Li Shiman, and who is offended by stopping the murder.

If he were to take action in the future, considering that the crime scene was in Huahai International, and that he frequently came and went in Huahai in the real world, the murderer would probably hold him responsible.

Yes, it will all be blamed on him no matter what, because if I kill him now, my future self will cease to exist.

Wenjie suddenly had a realization: the men in black wanted to kill him now because he would become their enemy in the future.

So, the future version of himself must be very powerful, so powerful that they can't defeat that version of themselves.

and many more……

Thinking of this, Wenjie suddenly realized something and gripped the quill pen in his hand tightly.

He initially thought he was the only one with the Soul Patch system, but after the online mission, he realized it was a multiplayer mode. So, perhaps those men in black are also returning from some point in the future?

His future self only sent him this quill pen, and now his only clue is this quill pen.

He fiddled with the quill pen in his hand, staring intently at the "SOUL" logo.

The word translates to "soul," so what is its connection to the Soul Patch system?

Soul Patch System?

Wenjie suddenly remembered Zhang Zhipeng's words last night: the system task corrected the Li Shiman murder case. Liu Qingqing killed Li Shiman because of personal grudges, which triggered the system's punishment mechanism. Therefore, Liu Qingqing's fate was to commit suicide by drinking poison.

What if Liu Qingqing wasn't acting out of personal grudges? Perhaps Liu Qingqing and Li Shiman had no personal grudges at all, and she was coerced into doing all this.

Coerced by men in black!

So the one who truly wants to overturn the system's mission and erase the already corrected murder case is none other than the Man in Black.

Thinking of this, Wenjie felt a suffocating headache.

He glanced sideways at the city street scene outside the window. The morning sun was warm and bright, enveloping the city and giving people a peaceful illusion.

Wenjie had a feeling that an enemy was watching him from an unseen corner, which sent chills down his spine.

It was like being adrift in a small boat, struggling in a bitter wind and rain... Without any external help or assistance, everything was uncertain and uncertain; he could only drift with the current into an unknown realm. He didn't know how much time had passed when he glanced at the time, guessing that Xiao Liu had sent over the surveillance footage.

He stared at the email addresses of his colleagues from various departments in his address book for a moment, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Huh?"

Which email address did Xiao Liu send the email to?
Just now, Xiao Liu looked at him with anxious and pitiful eyes. The child was obviously terrified by the loss of the surveillance video.

When asked if he knew the email address, he nodded repeatedly and verbally confirmed that he did.

But this was his second day at work, and he hadn't registered his work email address yet—the one that ended with the English abbreviation of Huahai.

I don't have a work email address, but I do have a phone number email address.

On a whim, he logged into his mobile email account and, among a pile of unread emails, actually found Xiao Liu's email:
The subject line reads: CCTV footage from Huahai Building on July 7, 2019 (Liu Huafa, Administration Department).

Xiao Liu's survival instinct is amazing!
Where did they get his phone number?

He selected the video from the 16th floor and started watching it from the morning. Because he had a focus, he quickly discovered that Li Shiman threw a bouquet of lilies into the trash can at noon.

At lunchtime, a person who looked like a cleaner emptied the trash can and replaced the trash bag with a new one.

Although it was far away, the camera angle was great; the cleaner walked almost directly towards the camera before turning towards the staircase.

Wenjie saw the cleaner's face clearly. She didn't look much like Liu Qingqing, but her figure, facial expression, and walking posture suggested that she was Liu Qingqing.

I don't know what she put on her face, but she looks like someone else entirely.

Oh, maybe she did her makeup to look like the cleaning lady on this floor?

Easy?

When that word appeared, Wenjie's hand holding the mouse trembled slightly.

Could it be that the gang I'm facing even knows how to disguise myself?
He then lowered his eyes sadly and sighed heavily.

Perhaps they can do more than just disguise; they might even be able to mimic voices.

Thinking of this, Wenjie picked up the internal phone and looked down to find the network administrator in the administration department's address book.

He quickly dialed Xiao Liu's number: "Help me find out which office's internal line 8215 belongs to."

"Huh? 8215?" Xiao Liu repeated hesitantly.

Wenjie then thought of another question. He narrowed his eyes and asked, "Xiao Liu, what did I say to you last this morning?"

"Huh? What did you say?" Xiao Liu was taken aback, and after a couple of seconds hesitantly said, "You asked me to send the surveillance video to my email, but in the end you didn't say anything, you just..."

As Xiao Liu spoke, he looked around and lowered his voice, saying, "He just wants me to keep it a secret."

"Hmm!" Wenjie nodded in satisfaction, then changed the subject, saying, "Did you find out where 8215 is an internal line number?"

Uh... I was so busy trying to remember what I said back then, I didn't have time to look it up!

Thinking about his job, Xiao Liu couldn't complain. Suppressing his frustration, he said with a wry smile, "I...I haven't checked yet!"

(End of this chapter)