Pushing the door open and entering the room, the scent was so fragrant that Wenjie couldn't help but rub Yang Shanshan's hair.

For Wenjie's height, the head-touching killing was really easy.

"Have you made the pork rib soup?" He asked, breathing slightly, smelling the rich aroma of the bones, meat and ingredients.

Yang Shanshan just cried, rubbed her nose with her hands, and muttered: "My nose is still working fine."

Wenjie smiled, turned around, closed the door, and bent down to change his shoes.

He stared at the extra women's slippers and high heels in the shoe cabinet for a moment, and a smile appeared on his lips.

After changing his shoes, Wenjie looked around the room. He saw the pink curtains floating in the living room and Yang Shanshan's work clothes hanging on the wardrobe cabinet, while Yang Shanshan was busy between the dining table and the kitchen...

All of this made Wenjie feel familiar yet strange. He seemed to have experienced it yesterday, and maybe the day before yesterday as well.

It's just that those memories are very vague and intertwined with the previous uncorrected life trajectory, making it difficult for Wenjie to distinguish them.

"Are you thirsty? I stewed rock sugar pear and put it in the refrigerator for a while. How does it taste to you?"

Yang Shanshan brought out a glass of ice drink and handed it to Wenjie, saying softly.

Wenjie took it and took a big sip.

Refreshing and refreshing!

"It tastes delicious! It's sweet and sour, refreshing and delicious. Shanshan, you're so good!" Wenjie complimented casually.

He couldn't help but take two more sips, and drank up all the rock sugar and snow pear juice in the cup. He came to the kitchen and put the empty cup in the sink. He looked at Yang Shanshan who was serving the pork rib soup and said:

"How do you have time to chill fruit drinks? Didn't you go to work today?"

"Why don't I have time to make soup and juice for you?" Yang Shanshan wiped the sweat from her forehead and said coquettishly.

"What's wrong with your eyes?" Wenjie looked at Yang Shanshan who wiped her forehead. The corners of her eyes seemed to be peeling.

"It's okay, it might be the heat from the stove. Go and wait at the dining table. It's too hot here." Yang Shanshan wiped her sweat again and gently pushed Wenjie.

Wenjie did feel hot. The kitchen was like a steamer. Cooking in the summer was really torture. He said distressedly: "Shanshan, thank you for your hard work. I'll reward you tonight."

Yang Shanshan raised her eyebrows, glanced at Wenjie, and said nothing.

For some reason, Yang Shanshan's eyes felt a little cold.

Wenjie exited the kitchen and walked to the bedroom, preparing to grab his pajamas, take a shower to relieve the heat, and sort out the events of the past few days.

When I came to the bedroom, I saw a piece of rope tied to the pink curtain out of the corner of my eye.

The white velvet rope is tied in the shape of a butterfly.

Wenjie was stunned. He stood in the middle of the bedroom, staring at the length of rope in a daze.

Various images of butterfly rope buckles appeared uncontrollably in my mind, about Cheng Xiaohui, about Zhao Xiaolong, about Jia Song... These images eventually turned into the fatal butterfly on his father's hand.

"Shanshan! Shanshan!"

He kept standing, his eyes always staring at the butterfly rope fastener on the curtain, calling Yang Shanshan loudly.

But he didn't hear Yang Shanshan's response.

He turned his head in confusion, wanting to see what Yang Shanshan was doing and why she was ignoring him.

He wanted to ask where this butterfly buckle came from, and he needed to know the answer immediately.

Can't wait even a minute.

But when he turned around, he saw a stern man standing behind him, with a distant and indifferent temperament.

Seeing Wenjie's expression of horror and disbelief when he turned around to see him, he raised the corners of his mouth and revealed an unpredictable smile.

"Why, don't you recognize me?"

Humph, how could you not know him? Wenjie sneered inwardly.

He composed himself and said in a deep voice: "Jia Nan, good evening!"

Yes, the cold man standing behind Wenjie is none other than Jia Nan. His expression, movements, and demeanor are all familiar to Wenjie, but why does Jia Nan appear here?

After exiting the system, I always felt that the things happening around him were a bit strange. It always felt unexplainable and weird. After the correction of Jia Nan's life trajectory, from 2016 to 2019, he did not find him in the three years.

revenge.

Why did he think something was wrong? He was also very puzzled.

I really can't think of any reason, so I can only attribute it to good luck. Jia Nan hasn't found him yet.

Those things you worry about will really happen in reality. Wenjie hates Murphy's Law more than anything else.

Because Murphy's Law is always so accurate.

At this moment, Yang Shanshan appeared from behind Jia Nan. She smiled at Wenjie and then slowly took off her hairband.

"Do you still recognize me?" The girl raised the pink headband on her wrist towards Wenjie.

Watching the girl let down her hair and tie it into a ponytail, Wenjie finally recognized that she was the woman doing morning exercises.

Wenjie also saw Marven Ye outside her community in the morning.

"Here, let me introduce you formally. This is Andy, my assistant.

You can call her Xiao An. She has a nickname called Faceless Man. Now you know why she is nicknamed Faceless Man. She is not only good at using hallucinogenic drugs, but also good at disguise imitation. Jia Nan put her hand on Andy's shoulder.

He patted it and said casually.

Andy smiled and tore off a tape-like thing from his throat, looked at Jia Nan and said, "How similar are the voices?"

"To be honest, at most 60 points are enough to pass." Jia Nan smiled in disgust.

"60 points?" Andy was obviously not convinced. Sixty points couldn't fool Wenjie, right?

"Yeah, 60 points at most. If you don't believe me, just ask him." Jia Nan tilted her head toward Wenjie.

Wenjie was not in the mood to get to know Jia Nan's assistant, let alone comment on her disguise skills. His face became increasingly ugly and he shouted rudely: "Let me ask you, where is Yang Shanshan?"

I had a very bad feeling in my heart.

"What? Didn't you see Yang Shanshan this morning?" Jia Nan said slowly, looking at Andy while speaking.

Andy nodded knowingly and then said:

"You can't miss it. I saw him in the community. He seemed to be in a good mood. He smoked for a long time, then went to have breakfast opposite, and then hitchhiked to work when he came out."

After listening to Andy's words, Wenjie thought of antique lighting, chandeliers, sofas, coffee tables, TV walls, and the graceful woman lying on the bedroom floor.

The girl was covered in blood and was hit in the face by a chandelier. Her appearance was unrecognizable.

No...no, how could this be Yang Shanshan? There are no scars on Yang Shanshan's wrist.

There is also a portrait card of the murdered woman restored by the police. He thinks it looks more like Huang Weiwei?

The two people looked at Wenjie in pain, helplessness, and lost his soul, and looked at each other and smiled.

Jia Nan took out the kitchen knife from the bag he carried with him, approached Wenjie step by step and said:

"Wenjie, I believe you are familiar with this knife. You used this knife to kill my brother Jia Song 12 years ago.

If I kill you with this knife today, Jia Song's matter will be settled."

Jia Nan's whole face was filled with coldness, and his tone was so cold that it seemed like he could freeze someone to death out of thin air.

"You killed me?" Wenjie asked disapprovingly.

"Originally, he couldn't be killed. Seeing how you dealt with Huang Weiwei's brother, Huang Dongheng, you seemed to have a hard time dealing with him."

Jia Nan raised the kitchen knife in front of him, blew gently on the edge, then changed the subject and said:
Chapter completed!