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

The more Wang Jinshan talked, the more convinced he became of his theory, and he began to speak faster.

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly remembered something, abruptly turned to the police officers from the Economic Crime Investigation Team, his voice taut like a string about to snap:

"Comrade, could you check if the money is still in Sun Guiying's bank account?"

The police officer's fingers returned to the keyboard, tapped a few times, entered the query command, and the page on the screen changed.

His gaze swept across the screen, his expression unchanged, but he shook his head, his tone as flat as if stating a fact unrelated to himself:

"No, they're all gone. They've all been transferred."

The office was silent for a full two seconds.

Wang Jinshan's string broke.

He felt as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over his head, chilling him to the bone.

He guessed the process, but not the outcome.

Or rather, he guessed the outcome, but when he heard it with his own ears, he still felt something explode in his chest.

The words "It's gone" were like a bomb, stunning the two women who had just been hurling insults at each other.

Sun Guiying suddenly turned around, slipped on the ground with her bare feet, and almost fell. She managed to steady herself by bracing herself against the table next to her.

She rushed to the computer screen, staring at the string of numbers on it—the total balance was less than one hundred yuan.

Her lips trembled, and her voice cracked with a shrill tone: "Impossible! You must have checked it wrong! Check it again!"

The police officer didn't argue with her, but tapped the keyboard a few more times and checked the information again.

The result on the screen is exactly the same as before—

ICBC card balance: 0.47 yuan; CCB card balance: 12.80 yuan; CMB card balance: 23.50 yuan; BOC card balance: 0.00 yuan.

The total balance of all my bank cards combined is less than one hundred yuan.

Sun Guiying's legs went weak, and she slid to the ground.

She plopped down on the cold floor tiles of the Economic Crime Investigation Team's office, her hands bracing against the ground, one of her men's slippers swinging off and lying askew on the ground a short distance away.

Her mouth was open, and her eyes were fixed on some empty point in front of her, like a machine that had suddenly lost power.

Zhao Shuzhen reacted a beat slower than Sun Guiying.

She stood there stunned, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, like a fish thrown ashore.

Then large tears welled up in her eyes, and she collapsed limply to the ground as if her bones had been removed, bursting into loud sobs.

Her cries were loud and shrill, echoing in the Economic Crime Investigation Team's office, and people in the next office peeked out.

"It's all gone...all gone...all my money is gone..."

Zhao Shuzhen cried and shouted intermittently, her face covered in snot and tears, mixed with the blood scabs that had not yet been wiped off, making her look both pitiful and disheveled.

Wang Jinshan is not paralyzed.

He stood there, his legs trembling, but he gritted his teeth and persevered.

He walked to the economic crime investigation officer's desk, braced his hands on the edge of the desk, looked down at the screen, and spoke in a hoarse voice that sounded unlike his own:

"Comrade, where did this money go? Was it transferred to Zhou Haibing's name?"

The police officer shook his head, clicked the mouse a few times on the screen, pulled up a transfer record, squinted at it, and then shifted his gaze to another record:

"It wasn't transferred to Zhou Haibing's name. There were three transfers in total, each to a different company account."

"Which three companies?" Wang Jinshan gripped the edge of the table tightly, his knuckles turning white.

The police officer read it aloud:

"The first transaction was transferred to Yuzhu Agricultural Technology Company, the second to Zhiqiang Hardware Company, and the third to Changhe Department Store Company."

Wang Jinshan frowned, and several deep furrows appeared on his swollen face.

He searched his memory but had absolutely no recollection of it.

He shook his head, his voice filled with confusion and frustration:

"Yuzhu Agriculture? Zhiqiang Hardware? Changhe Department Store? I've never even heard of them. What kind of shady companies are these?"

Sun Guiying was sitting on the ground when she heard those three names, and her body stiffened abruptly.

Her eyes darted around, then she got up from the ground, one foot in a slipper and the other bare, and limped to the computer screen.

She stared at the three company names on the screen for two seconds, then her voice became shrill and hoarse:

"Yuzhu Agricultural Technology Company - the boss is called Hao Yuzhu."

Zhiqiang Hardware Company – The boss is named Kong Zhiqiang.

Changhe Department Store – the owner is named Liu Changhe.

These three people are all Zhou Haibing's friends; they've known each other for many years.

Sun Guiying turned to look at Wang Jinshan and Zhao Shuzhen. The swelling and bruises on her face made her look like she was wearing a tattered mask, but the light in her eyes sharpened.

"It must have been Zhou Haibing who transferred the money through them."

Hao Yuzhu works in agricultural supplies, Kong Zhiqiang works in hardware, and Liu Changhe works in general merchandise.

He first took our phones, transferred the money to my card, then transferred it from my card to these three people, and finally took the money from them.

That way, the money goes through a loop, and no one can trace it back to him.

Zhao Shuzhen's sobs subsided. She raised her head, tears still clinging to her face, but her eyes had shifted from despair to a faint, hateful hope.

She looked at Captain Fang, her voice hoarse: "Captain Fang, did you hear that? These three people definitely know where Zhou Haibing is. Why don't you arrest them and question them?"

Captain Fang did not respond with the word "catch," but he also did not refute it.

He closed his notebook, walked to the economic crime investigation officer's desk, glanced down at the three company names and contact information, then straightened up and spoke in a calm voice:

"Comrade, could you please contact these three people and ask them to come to the police station to cooperate with the investigation?"

The economic crime investigation police officer nodded, picked up the landline on the table, and dialed the first number displayed on the screen.

The phone rang a few times before being answered.

The police officer pressed the speakerphone button, and everyone in the office could hear the conversation.

"Hello, are you Mr. Hao Yuzhu?" The police officer's voice was very formal.

"Yes, who is this?" A middle-aged man's voice came from the other end of the phone, with a slight regional accent. The background noise was a bit loud, as if it were outdoors.

"I am a police officer from the Economic Investigation Division of the Chengbei Branch. There is a case that requires your cooperation in the investigation. Please come to the branch office as soon as possible."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the phone, and Hao Yuzhu's voice clearly changed, from casual to tense:

"Officer? What happened? I didn't do anything wrong."