When he was five years old, his father disappeared.

The police found his father's body long after, with a delicate buckle tied around his wrist and a white velvet rope woven into the shape of a butterfly.

At first glance, it looks like a butterfly with fluttering wings landing on my father's wrist.

He glanced at it hurriedly, and was taken into his mother's arms.

With that hurried glance, he saw his father's pale and stiff hand imprisoned by the rope buckle, which had become a deadly weapon, cruelly depriving him of his life.

From that moment on, the bow cord was tied to his heart, lingering, and becoming a nightmare that was difficult to get rid of.

He was carried away by the police, accompanied by the wailing of his mother.

The voice was heartbreaking, full of pain and despair.

He vividly remembered that it was a June day, and the sun was high overhead, scorching the earth.

He was thin in the arms of the policeman's uncle, but he felt cold all over his body, and his teeth chattered incessantly.

He asked his mother about the cause of his father's death, and the mere mention of his father was like stabbing her in the heart with a knife.

The mother just cried, saying that her fate was not good, and she had met an outlaw...... He didn't dare to mention it anymore.

Later, from the mouths of others, I can be regarded as having a rough understanding of my father's affairs:

My father went to another place to do business with others, but on the way, he met a fugitive who escaped from prison, robbed his father of his money, and killed people.

When the fugitive was caught, he carried several lives on his back and was directly sentenced to death.

The fugitive had crossed paths with his father, and he had his father's wallet on him, and he pleaded guilty again, and the case was closed.

But after all these years, he always dreamed of the butterfly-shaped buckle.

Therefore, he has always suspected that there is another hidden reason for his father's death.

If the murderer is not the fugitive, the real murderer may still be at large!

As long as the real murderer is still alive, is it possible to correct the murderer's life trajectory through this soul patch system?

Will the father ...... after the correction? Back?

Thinking of this, Wen Jie raised his eyes and looked around the office area blankly, everyone was busy at the workstation, and through the window in the distance, there was a prosperous scene of high-rise buildings and metropolis in M City.

In the distance, the edge of the city meets the blue sky, and the warm golden sun pours down.

It's better to be realistic! If you are still a college student, how can you even shake the basic common sense that people cannot be resurrected after death?

You have to believe in science, not superstition.

Wen Jie smiled self-deprecatingly and lowered his head to prepare.

【Whether to access the test question database】

[Default call]

Domineering system, I have to work!

His computer began to search for information about Yang Shanshan's murder last night.

Location: Abandoned building materials factory 500 meters west of Cross Road, Urban Construction District, M City.

Time: between 20:00-24:00

Portrait of the murderer: male, age 35-35 years old, height 175-180, cold and cruel, with split personality tendencies.

The police appealed to the general public to report to the police immediately if they found suspicious persons, and single women should not walk alone at night, let alone go to desolate and remote areas.

Wen Jie looked at the information called up by the soul patch system in front of him, which was the same as on this police website.

[Do you want to revise your life trajectory?] 】

[Default: Yes]

[Please select a patch type: A Dissuasive B Intimidating C Violent D Collapse]

[Default: Select A]

I...... TM hasn't been chosen well yet, without explanation, I know what it means?

I'll have to think about it!

Wen Jie went crazy.

What happened next drove Wen Jie even more mad:

Wen Jie was obviously sitting in his chair, facing the computer screen. In front of me, a different scene appeared in the system interface:

That was when he left the company last night, and instead of going in the direction of home, he went to the station to wait for the bus.

He looked at the stop sign and led to the building materials factory on the outskirts of the city. 〗

"Wen Jie, what a daze! The king called us to a meeting! Didn't you read the announcement on DingTalk? ”

It was Bai Yu who was calling him.

What the? Going to a meeting? My God, the market information collection that Wang Ju asked me to do has not been done.

Wen Jie didn't care about the movie-like picture in front of him, hurriedly took his notebook and pen, and walked towards the conference room.

The meetings of their unit are relatively frequent, and they basically have to meet every day to make work reports.

The work is solid, but he is not afraid of meetings, and Wen Jie has never been afraid of meetings.

But today...... There was a drum in my heart.

The meeting room is on the west side of the corridor and is a multi-purpose hall, with a stepped seating setting, tables and chairs that are somewhat similar to the public classrooms of the university.

After Wen Jie came in, he sat down with everyone in turn, only here is a bit of an academic atmosphere, and every time he comes here, he will remind Wen Jie of the time in the ivory tower.

Soon, however, his nostalgic thoughts were dispelled by the situation in front of him.

In the system screen, Wen Jie rushed to the scene of the crime in a hurry, and it rained in the sky.

The raindrops crackled and fell on his body, and Wen Jie actually had a feeling of being there.

It seems that I didn't go home from work last night, but really went to wait for the car, ready to go to the abandoned building materials factory.

Wen Jie, who was sitting in the conference room, reached out and touched his hair, his hair was not wet, he looked at his clothes, and his clothes were not wet.

But the crackling rain on his body was so real, which made him regret a little that he was going to the scene of the crime and facing the murderer.

Will it be dangerous?

Isn't it too reckless?

Reckless ghost, where to choose!

Default, default, where did I default!

In broad daylight, is this a rhythm to play to the death?

The meeting was going on as usual, and Wen Jie, who was concentrating on taking notes during the meeting every day, was unable to give up today.

Wen Jie's eyes are completely different from the scene of the conference room:

Seeing that he got into the car, the more the car went to the suburbs, the passengers got off the bus in twos and threes, and finally only Wenjie was left alone.

The driver glanced at Wen Jie, who was wet in the rearview mirror, and asked, "Why are you going to the terminal so late?" ”

“……”

"It's a rainy day, you haven't brought an umbrella yet, I see you're soaking wet."

“……”

There were fewer and fewer residential buildings outside the car window, and finally only large swaths of wasteland remained.

The driver couldn't help but ask, "Where do you stay at night?" Our last train is at 21:30, there is no residence or hotel there, and you can't come back if you miss it! ”

Wen Jie in the conference room was staring at the picture too engaged, and his whole person was nervous.

As soon as he heard the words of the bus driver, he knew that he was kind, nervous and depressed, and his anger rushed upward, and he couldn't suppress it: "Shut up...... 〗

Before he could say anything, he saw everyone in the conference room turn their heads to look at him.

It's over, it's over, it's too hot just now, and I forgot about the meeting.

Look at the Wang Bureau on the podium again, staring at Wen Jie with a black face, that look can kill people.

"Wen Jie, what did you say about what I just said...... Comments? ”

Wen Jie stood up tremblingly and hurriedly said:

"It must be resolutely implemented! Wang Ju, I want to say that Wang Ju is right, and it must be resolutely implemented......"

Wang Ju waved his hand impatiently and motioned for Wen Jie to sit down

Wen Jie wiped the sweat from his forehead and sat down in his chair busily.

It's really hanging, it's really hanging just now!

In the screen of the system:

Wen Jie glanced at his mobile phone, it was almost nine o'clock, and he ran to the abandoned building materials factory.

In the dark, he saw a car headlights flashing towards the building materials factory, which was supposed to be the murderer's car.

Murderer!

Wen Jie's heart sank, and he looked at the abandoned building materials factory as if he was facing a great enemy.

On a rainy night, clouds obscured the moonlight, and the abandoned factory was hidden in the darkness.

Wen Jie turned on the light of his mobile phone, and with the help of the faint light source, he could clearly see that the yard of the factory was overgrown with weeds, and in some places the weeds were even up to his knees...... It exudes an air of decay and desolation.

He trudged through the muddy grass, and as he approached the factory, he vigilantly turned off the lights of his mobile phone, and the darkness engulfed him instantly.

"Ahh A woman's scream pierced the rainy night.

Wen Jie was just about to step forward to rescue, and a line of text appeared in the system:

[The murderer successfully committed the crime, whether to quit]

【Exit】

What the?

Yang Shanshan was killed?

Seeing that after Wang Ju spoke in the conference room here, everyone had to make work reports one by one.

Wen Jie didn't have time to think about it before he quit the system.

A system prompt appears in front of you:

[System locked, rebooted after 6 hours]

With the locking of the system, Wen Jie, who was standing in the building materials factory in the picture, disappeared out of thin air.

Wen Jie in the conference room stared ahead, the system picture in front of him became more and more blurred, and it seemed that a man in black had walked out of the workshop of the building materials factory.

Out came a young man wearing a black raincoat.

Youth?

Wen Jie remembered that the portrait of the murderer of the police was written as a middle-aged man!

The murderer's right hand was wearing a glove or something, metallic, with a cold glow in the darkness.

He lifted his left hand and pulled a handful into his coat pocket, pulling out a piece of cloth with a white rope that had fallen down.

Rope!

Wen Jie was shocked, that was the rope that appeared countless times in Wen Jie's dream?

I saw the murderer leaning over and picking up the rope and stuffing it back into his pocket. Get in the car, start, and with the honking of the engine, the headlights of the car turn on.

The headlights were dazzling in the dark, and Wen Jie unconsciously squinted slightly in the conference room, trying to see the face under the brim of the raincoat in the driver's seat as much as possible.

But the picture became fading more and more, and finally disappeared.

Before the system screen completely disappeared, Wen Jie didn't see the murderer's face clearly, but he saw the murderer's eyes hidden in the darkness:

Cold, solemn, with irrepressible excitement......

Let Wen Jie be in the conference room, and when he glanced at it from a distance through the system interface, he felt a chill all over his body, and his hand holding the pen couldn't help but tremble slightly.

The irrepressible excitement in the murderer's eyes was like a thorn in his heart.

Resentment, chagrin, sorrow...... All kinds of complex emotions are intertwined, he rushed all the way to the suburbs, but the murderer brutally killed a living life in front of him.

It was none other than Yang Shanshan who was killed!

It's the girl he fell in love with just one look.

Yang Shanshan is so beautiful, there are so many things waiting for her in her life!

How can you be at the best age, when your life is just blooming, you are pierced through the chest by a pervert and bleed to death.

The white rope?

What did the murderer do with it?

Tie the victim's hands?

Isn't it...... The buckles are overlapped and tied in the shape of a butterfly?

In the dark, his father, Yang Shanshan, the soul patch, and the murderer are connected in a mysterious and unbelievable way.