He gently picked the strip of black cloth from her eyes, ripped off the tape on her mouth, and Yang Shanshan looked at him blankly with red and swollen eyes.

Then there was a cry of "wow".

Wen Jie reached out and straightened out the hair on her face one by one, carefully in the whole process, as if he was holding some treasure.

He knew that Yang Shanshan at this moment had suffered too much fright and grievance, and he couldn't bear any blow anymore.

"Thank you, thank you......"

Yang Shanshan kept crying and saying thank you, Wen Jie patted her on the back lightly, and said softly, "It's okay, it's all over." ”

He let go of Yang Shanshan and leaned over to help her untie her bound hands and feet.

The moment he saw the rope buckle, he was shocked.

The rope buckle that binds Yang Shanshan's slender wrists and ankles is butterfly-shaped.

It was the same butterfly buckle on my father's wrist.

This particular knot is something I haven't seen since I was five years old.

He stood up, rushed to the murderer, kicked the murderer, leaned down and pulled the murderer's body, and pulled the mask off his face.

"How...... It's you? ”

A plain face, looking full of civility.

Wen Jie tried hard to recall the male colleague he saw at the door when he went to the branch office to deliver materials that day.

The badge standing on the table...... Zhao Xiaolong?

That's right, it's Zhao Xiaolong of the sub-bureau.

But Zhao Xiaolong is about the same age as him, so it can't have anything to do with his father's death.

Thinking of this, he was a little discouraged.

At this time, Zhao Xiaolong completely lost the immature and youthful appearance when he saw him during the day, his face was full of anger, and his eyes were full of hatred and resentment.

Split personality?

Zhao Xiaolong had been seriously injured by him, the pain distorted his face, and at this moment that face looked hideous and terrifying, he looked at Wen Jie fixedly, and he actually smiled.

The laughter grew louder and louder, and finally it was a wild laugh!

"It's me, what's wrong? Women deserve to die, the more beautiful they are, the more damned! ”〗

At this time, the system has a prompt:

[Whether to release personality deletion patch]

[Default delivery]

[Delivery failed]

[System locked, rebooted after 6 hours]

The picture slowly faded until it disappeared, leaving Wen Jie standing in the living room with a confused face.

What does this mean?

Why is it still failing to put patches?

I obviously did it so perfectly, shouldn't I smash golden eggs, draw lottery, and give away family tours?

Isn't this test question to save Yang Shanshan?

It's not to save Yang Shanshan, is it to save Zhao Xiaolong?

Wen Jie's mind was a mess, depressed, upset, and shocked......

Seeing the countdown of 36 hours, I failed three times, and there are at most 3 chances left.

Soul Patch - It's an abstract system.

It's too tough to see if there will be smart conversations or anything like that in the rewards.

Somehow, he suddenly thought of the intensive training of the system - Yuanmu begging for fish!

Could it be that when I returned to the scene of the murder over and over again, I was circling around the street lights?

And there are no keys under the street lights!

Walk around the street lights yourself, just because the street lights are on?

I return to the scene of the murder again and again, just because there is a murder here? The easiest way to get back here?

Is this question an extension of the field of thinking or a dialectic of the philosophical category?

What was the key event that caused the target to deviate from the trajectory of his life?

……

Wen Jie returned to the bedroom and set the alarm clock for six o'clock reluctantly.

He knew that if he didn't have an alarm clock, it would be impossible to get up at six o'clock.

What kind of days have these two days been, sleeping has been split into several sections, making him almost touch his head on the pillow......

Soon there was an even sound of breathing in the bedroom, and sure enough, after a few breaths, he fell asleep.

When the alarm clock rang again, he mechanically washed his face, chose the C violent type, sat on the sofa and rubbed his eyes and stared at the system screen in front of him:

Wen Jie left the unit and went to the supermarket to buy dumbbells.

At the same time as buying dumbbells, I bought a bottle of liquor, which was highly numerous.

I left the supermarket and turned into the pharmacy next door, and bought gauze and disinfectant iodine wine, as well as painkillers. Thinking about this, he should be able to win Zhao Xiaolong's trust.

Then take the subway - take a taxi - knock over the murderer - rescue Yang Shanshan - rope buckle.

Because it was the second time he had experienced this, he became calm and calm.

He helped Yang Shanshan untie the rope and dragged the murderer on the ground directly.

Seeing that Zhao Xiaolong was a little sluggish because of blood loss, he was still vigilant against him.

Yang Shanshan cried "wow" behind him.

He glanced sideways slightly, and saw Yang Shanshan holding back her cry and looking at him aggrievedly.

He ignored Yang Shanshan's helpless gaze and silently stared at Zhao Xiaolong for a few seconds.

He lowered his eyes, took out gauze from his pocket, and silently began to help Zhao Xiaolong clean his wounds.

His hand was smeared with disinfectant for his wound, and he said seemingly casually:

"I know you're Zhao Xiaolong, I know you hate women, I'm here to save you today......"

Speaking of this, he paused slightly, and glanced sideways at Yang Shanshan:

Yang Shanshan's mouth opened wide in surprise, instinctively shrank back, and then struggled to get up and staggered towards the door.

Beauty is beauty, such an embarrassed appearance, it looks like a different kind of beauty.

This is not the time to talk about love, Wen Jie lowered his head and pulled the corners of his mouth, revealing an imperceptible smile.

He was worried that talking too much would cause Zhao Xiaolong's resistance, so he simply let Yang Shanshan go.

After taking care of the wound, he helped Zhao Xiaolong bandage it briefly, and then asked in a low and unquestioning tone, "Why do you hate women?" Did they hurt you? ”

"......" The vigilance in Zhao Xiaolong's eyes did not mean to retreat at all.

"Don't worry, I'm not a police officer, and I won't call the police."

"...... you" Zhao Xiaolong seemed to want to ask something, but he didn't ask.

"If I wanted to kill you, I would have done it a long time ago." Wen Jie still spoke in a bland and detached tone.

“……”

Zhao Xiaolong secretly took out that metal handband from his backpack, how could he trust someone who had beaten him to serious injury.

His small movements Wen Jie couldn't escape Wen Jie's eyes, Wen Jie picked up the dumbbell behind him and held it up in front of Zhao Xiaolong.

"What? Do you still want to take a beating? ”

Zhao Xiaolong instantly thought of the intense pain at that moment, and he didn't dare to make any more small movements.

"Come on, throw your stuff away." Wen Jie said as he picked up the dumbbells.

Smack, Zhao Xiaolong threw the handcuff.

"Kill me!" He said coldly, in fact, he knew that there would be such a day from the time he killed the first woman.

It's just that I didn't expect this day to come like this, and I still died at the hands of my colleagues, not the police.

But what does it matter.

"I can really save you, but you have to trust me and tell me why you hate women?"

Wen Jie said as he opened Zhao Xiaolong's mouth and poured the bottle of liquor into it.