Reborn a day later, I emptied my enemy's possessions beforehand.

Zhou Haibing crouched down, staring intently at the orange cat, and began to adjust the frequency of his mental fluctuations.

He felt a subtle change happening in his mind, like a radio slowly tuning in, the hissing noise gradually becoming clearer.

Then, at some point, he "heard" the cat's consciousness—

It wasn't language, nor writing, but a vague, primal emotional fluctuation, a mixture of hunger, alertness, and a touch of curiosity.

He seized that frequency and sent his mental wave along that channel.

He didn't speak, but simply issued a very simple command in his mind:

"Don't move, look at me."

The orange cat's eyes, which had been darting around, suddenly dilated in the instant Zhou Haibing gave the command, and its entire body seemed to freeze in place.

He squatted motionless in place, his eyes fixed on Zhou Haibing, no longer blinking or moving, like two pieces of amber frozen in place.

Zhou Haibing's heart raced, but he didn't rush to stand up. He continued sending telepathic waves, this time issuing a more complex set of commands:

"Stand up, stand up on your hind legs."

The orange cat tilted its head slightly, but only slightly, before slowly and somewhat clumsily raising its front paws.

It stood up on its two hind legs, like a circus animal, maintaining its balance, with its two front paws dangling in the air, standing steadily.

Zhou Haibing took a deep breath.

He stood up and walked around the cat. The cat's head turned with his movements, but its body remained upright on two legs, without falling or swaying.

Zhou Haibing issued another command in his mind:

"Lie down and turn over."

The orange cat immediately tucked its front legs in, lay down on the ground, then rolled over, its paws in the air, revealing its dusty gray belly.

Zhou Haibing finally couldn't help but laugh. It was a genuine, heartfelt smile, the first time he had laughed sincerely in days.

Hypnosis is effective; it can even hypnotize cats, let alone humans.

He reached out and touched the cat's belly. The cat didn't resist at all, remaining lying on its back, completely still.

He lifted the hypnosis, and the cat's pupils slowly returned to normal. It yawned, as if nothing had happened, rolled over, stood up, flicked its tail, and swaggered away.

Zhou Haibing straightened up, dusted off his hands, and strode towards the parking lot.

That's enough, enough verification, time to get down to business.

It was almost nine o'clock when he drove home.

He parked his car in the garage and went into the house through the small door in the garage.

He noticed that Sun Guiying's high heels were not in the entryway, so he assumed she wasn't home. But when he walked into the living room, he heard noises upstairs, followed by footsteps. Sun Guiying had come downstairs.

She was wearing a deep red dress with a thin black leather belt around her waist and nude high heels.

Her hair was styled in an updo, she wore a pair of pearl earrings, her face was covered in exquisite makeup, and her lips were painted with bright lipstick.

A 56-year-old woman, well-maintained like she's in her early forties, still retains her charm.

Zhou Haibing used to think she looked good like that, but looking at her today, he just felt disgusted.

When Sun Guiying saw him, her brows immediately furrowed, and her tone became icy, as if she were asking a complete stranger:

"Where did you go gallivanting off to so early in the morning? You didn't even say a word before leaving, and you didn't answer your phone."

Zhou Haibing said casually, "I went out for a walk and didn't pay attention to my phone. It's probably out of battery."

Sun Guiying snorted, picked up a small black bag from the sofa, and was clearly about to go out.

Zhou Haibing looked at her and asked, "Where are you going?"

"I made an appointment with some of my girlfriends for a beauty treatment, and it's almost time," Sun Guiying said without looking up, rummaging through her bag as she walked out.

Zhou Haibing sneered inwardly.

sisters?

Her girlfriends' gatherings are always scheduled for the afternoon or evening; who would schedule a beauty appointment in the morning?

This woman, dressed like this and so alluringly, is probably not a sister; she's going to meet her old flame, Wang Jinshan.

"Guiying," Zhou Haibing called out to her, his voice soft and his tone gentle.

"I have something to discuss with you, so please don't leave yet."

Sun Guiying had already reached the entrance hall when she heard his words. She stopped, turned around, and looked at him with obvious impatience.

"What is it? Tell me quickly, my sister is waiting for me."

Zhou Haibing said, "It won't take up much of your time. We're just talking about company matters. Please sit down, and we'll say a few words."

Sun Guiying's brows furrowed even more, her lips pursed, and she finally took the bag off her shoulder.

He plopped down on the sofa, crossed his legs, rested his elbows on the armrests, and said irritably:

"Speak, speak, what is it?"

Zhou Haibing sat down in the chair opposite her and looked at her face.

He had seen this face for thirty years, but now it felt terrifyingly unfamiliar to him.

This woman married Wang Jinshan while pregnant with his child, and lived with him for thirty years, spending his money and living in his house.

Finally, they conspired with Wang Jinshan to steal his company, and after he died, the three of them would reunite, and his son would change his surname to Wang, thus ensuring that Zhou Haibing would have no descendants.

With this thought in mind, Zhou Haibing's last trace of hesitation vanished.

He looked at Sun Guiying, the corners of his mouth slightly upturned, revealing an expression that Sun Guiying considered perfectly normal, and then activated the hypnotic mental waves in his mind.

He focused his mind waves on Sun Guiying's brain, a process that was much faster and smoother than hypnotizing the cat.

Sun Guiying's brainwave frequency seemed to actively meet his thought waves, and they synchronized almost instantly.

Zhou Haibing's gaze deepened and focused, like two bottomless pools of water. He looked into Sun Guiying's eyes and whispered something that had no real meaning:

"Guiying, look at me."

Sun Guiying looked at him.

Her gaze was initially impatient and somewhat disdainful, but after meeting Zhou Haibing's eyes for about three seconds, a subtle change began to occur in her pupils.

The change was so subtle that it was almost imperceptible without careful observation.

The pupils were slowly and continuously dilating, the muscles around the eye sockets were relaxing, and the entire facial expression was gradually becoming blank, like a piece of paper whose strokes had been erased.

Two seconds later, Sun Guiying's gaze completely lost focus. Her eyes no longer showed any emotion, no longer scrutiny, no longer disdain, no longer impatience.

Her eyelids drooped slightly, her gaze was empty and lifeless, her lips were slightly parted, and she sat quietly on the sofa, motionless, like a soulless shell.

Zhou Haibing said softly, "Sun Guiying, can you hear me?"