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

Zhou Haibing took the backpack full of cell phones from the back seat.

There were more than a dozen cell phones lying in the backpack.

Sun Guiying's, Wang Jinshan's, Zhao Shuzhen's, Zhou Dongsheng's, Zhang Lijuan's, Sun Guiwu's, Ma Hongxia's,

Sun Guixiang's, Liu Hongbo's, An Baojun's, Li Zhigang's, Xia Guilan's, Zhang Wenbin's, Zhou Fuxiang's, and Sun Deming's.

Each mobile phone is linked to its owner's identity information, and each mobile phone is a mobile location beacon.

As long as these phones remain outside, as long as they still have power and signal, someone can use technical means to find their approximate location.

Zhou Haibing didn't want to be found.

At least, I don't want to before I'm reborn.

He unzipped his backpack, reached inside, and with a thought, all the dozen or so cell phones inside disappeared, lying peacefully in the time-stopped area of ​​Shennong Space.

In that region, time does not pass, batteries never run out, and signals are never transmitted; they are as if they have been completely erased from the physical world, and no one can find them.

After dealing with those phones, he took his own phone out of his pocket.

This phone cannot be put into Shennong Space; he will need it later.

But he didn't want anyone to be able to find his whereabouts through this phone.

Zhou Haibing operated his phone for a few moments, found the "SIM card management" option in the settings, clicked on it, and selected "Remove SIM card".

A notification pops up on the phone screen:

"After removing the SIM card, you will no longer be able to use cellular data and make calls. Confirm removal?"

He clicked "Confirm".

He took the SIM card out of the slot and examined it between his fingers.

It was a piece of plastic smaller than a fingernail, with a string of numbers printed on a small, golden-yellow copper plate.

He folded the SIM card twice and threw it into the bushes next to him.

Now, his cell phone has become a machine without a number.

It still works; it can tell the time, it can set an alarm, and it can open previously downloaded files and documents, but no one can find him through it.

There was no signal, no location tracking, and no one could track him down.

He then put his phone in his pocket and started the car.

Next, he needs to find a secluded place to hide, rest, and wait for his rebirth.

He couldn't go home, couldn't go to any of his usual places, and couldn't let anyone discover his whereabouts.

He needs to spend the last few hours before his rebirth in a quiet place where no one will disturb him.

He thought for a moment, and a place came to mind—

The mountains and forests north of the city are a wild mountain rarely visited by people.

He had gone hunting there with some friends a few years ago and knew that there were places where they could drive their cars in, find a secluded spot to park, and no one would notice them all day.

Zhou Haibing drove the car onto the provincial highway leading to the north of the city.

In the early hours of the morning, the streets of the provincial capital were deserted, and the traffic lights flickered lonely at the empty intersections.

His car passed through one intersection after another, and the tall buildings on both sides gradually decreased, replaced by low-rise houses and scattered trees.

The air became fresh, carrying the scent of grass and earth.

Provincial highways became county roads, county roads became township roads, and township roads became nameless dirt roads in the mountains.

The trees on both sides grew denser, and the car headlights could only illuminate a short distance ahead. In the distance, one could hear the chirping of unknown insects and the occasional call of birds.

Zhou Haibing turned the car onto a more secluded side road, the road surface was full of potholes, and the car was bumping violently.

He had to find a sufficiently secluded place before dawn, a place that even if someone wanted to look for him, they wouldn't be able to find him.

After driving through the mountains and forests for about twenty minutes, he finally found a relatively flat clearing next to a dry stream.

The open space was surrounded by several large trees, making it completely invisible from the road outside.

He drove the car in, turned off the engine, and turned off the headlights.

The surroundings were plunged into complete darkness and silence.

He took out a flashlight from Shennong's spatial storage.

It was acquired from a hardware warehouse. It's a high-powered flashlight with an aluminum alloy casing. When you press the switch, a beam of snow-white light shines out, illuminating the road dozens of meters ahead.

He pushed open the car door and got out.

The mountain breeze blew through the woods, carrying the scent of damp earth and the smell of decaying branches and leaves.

It was very quiet around, so quiet that you could only hear the rustling of leaves in the wind and the chirping of unknown insects in the distance.

The moonlight was obscured by thick clouds; there were no streetlights, no starlight, and the whole world seemed to be stuffed into a giant black bag.

He shone his flashlight around.

To the left is a dense pine forest, with straight trunks and canopies that block out the sun.

To the right is a dried-up stream, the stones at the bottom of which are covered with moss, and it looks like no water has flowed there for a long time.

About fifty meters ahead, there was a gray building, looming in and out of sight in the darkness.

That was the abandoned house he had visited before.

Zhou Haibing closed the car door, and with a thought, the black Mercedes-Benz S-Class disappeared into thin air and was put into the Shennong Space, where it was neatly arranged alongside the tractors, generators, furniture, and electrical appliances.

The spot where he stood had become an open space, with only tire tracks remaining on the ground.

Holding a flashlight, he walked along a path half-hidden by weeds toward the abandoned house.

The road underfoot was full of potholes, and the gravel and dead branches crunched underfoot.

He walked quickly, the beam of his flashlight slicing through the darkness like an invisible knife cutting through the night.

He walked for less than two minutes and arrived at the house.

This is an old-style rural brick and tile house, facing south, with about three or four rooms.

The walls are made of red bricks and have not been plastered. After decades of wind and rain, much of the cement mortar in the brick joints has peeled off, and in some places the bricks are exposed.

The roof was covered with gray cement tiles, some of which had fallen off, revealing the dark roof beams underneath.

The window had no glass; it was dark and empty, like a pair of eyes without pupils.

Zhou Haibing shone a flashlight on the door.

The door was an old-fashioned wooden door, unlocked and ajar. Several rusty pieces of sheet metal were nailed to the door panel, and the door handle was an old-fashioned iron ring, covered in rust.

He reached out and pushed, and the wooden door opened with a jarring creak.

The light from the flashlight shone in, illuminating everything inside the room.

This is a main room, about twenty or thirty square meters.

The ground was muddy and hard to walk on, but in some places a layer of fine dust had already settled.

The spider webs in the corners were dense, hanging from the ceiling to the floor like gray gauze curtains.

In the center of the main room, against the wall, stood a wooden bed. The bed board was made of several pieces of wood spliced ​​together, covered with a thick layer of dust. In some places, the wood was rotten, revealing the dark bedbed underneath.