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

Captain Fang paused for a moment, his pen still in his hand.

He raised his head, his gaze lingering on Zhou Dongsheng's face for a moment, his brows furrowing slightly, and his tone of voice revealing no emotion:

"Zhou Dongsheng? Your surname is Zhou?"

Zhou Dongsheng paused for a moment, not understanding why the police were interested in his surname, but he still nodded:

"Yes, his surname is Zhou. What's wrong?"

Instead of answering directly, Captain Fang asked, "Do you know Zhou Haibing?"

Zhou Dongsheng's eyebrows furrowed, his swollen lips moved, and his voice carried a hint of inexplicable irritation:

"Zhou Haibing is my father. Your investigation has led you to him? Was he also robbed?"

Captain Fang didn't reply, but tapped the paper with his pen and narrowed his eyes.

Zhou Haibing is Zhou Dongsheng's father.

Zhou Haibing's house was emptied, and Sun Guiying—Zhou Haibing's wife—suspected that Zhou Haibing was responsible.

Now Zhou Haibing's son's house has also been emptied.

If there was any possibility of coincidence between the first two cases, the appearance of this third case has completely shattered the word "coincidence".

There must be some kind of intrinsic connection between these three cases, and Zhou Haibing is the core that connects them all.

He didn't press further, closed the notebook, and spoke in a steady voice:

"Take me to your house."

Zhou Dongsheng and Zhang Lijuan led Captain Fang and two police officers into the elevator and went up to the nineteenth floor.

The motion-activated lights in the corridor turned on, casting a stark white light on several people.

Zhou Dongsheng walked to the door of room 1902. The door was ajar, and he pushed it open.

Captain Fang walked in, stood in the entryway, and scanned the entire living room with his eyes.

He had seen the emptied houses—Sun Guiying's, Wang Jinshan's, he had seen them all—

But every time I step into such a scene, the feeling is exactly the same, like walking into the carcass of a giant animal whose internal organs have been emptied.

The house, which is over 140 square meters, has nothing left in its entirety, from the living room to the dining room, from the kitchen to the bedroom.

There was no sofa, no coffee table, no television, no dining table, no bed, and no wardrobe.

The floor was clean, except for dust and the marks left by furniture legs.

The wall socket panel had been unscrewed, leaving the wire ends exposed.

The curtain rod hung bare, the Roman rod leaning to one side.

Captain Fang walked around, from the bedroom to the study, from the study to the kitchen, and from the kitchen to the bathroom, inspecting every room.

The technician followed behind him, his camera clicking away, the flash going off repeatedly, taking pictures of the empty rooms one by one.

Back in the living room, Captain Fang stood in the center of the empty room, turned around to look at Zhou Dongsheng and Zhang Lijuan, his voice not loud, but every word was clear:

"Tell me what happened. When was the last time you saw anything in the house since yesterday?"

Zhou Dongsheng stood against the wall, his hands hanging at his sides, his shoulders slumped.

His voice was muffled, like an echo rising from a dry well:

Yesterday afternoon, my dad came to my house. He said he had something to tell us.

After he arrived... we exchanged a few words, and then I don't remember anything.

It was like someone had turned off a switch; everything went dark all at once.

The pen in Captain Fang's hand moved quickly across the notebook.

He looked up, his gaze landing on Zhou Dongsheng's face: "And then?"

"Then I just woke up. I woke up lying on the floor, covered in injuries, and this is what the house looks like now."

Zhou Dongsheng glanced down at the purplish-blue bruises on his arm, his voice carrying a complex emotion.

"I also discovered that my phone is gone, and my car is gone. My wife's phone is gone, and her car is gone. Everything is gone."

Captain Fang's brows furrowed even more.

I met Zhou Haibing, then inexplicably fell asleep. When I woke up, my house had been completely emptied.

This story is almost identical to what Sun Guiying, Wang Jinshan, and Zhao Shuzhen said.

The only difference is that Zhou Dongsheng said he lost consciousness after "saying a few words," while Sun Guiying's account states that she blacked out after sitting down in the living room, but the core of the story is completely the same—

Zhou Haibing was the last person to see them, before they lost consciousness.

He closed the notebook, said nothing more, only uttering one sentence:

"Go check the community's security camera room."

The community's monitoring room is on the basement level. Captain Fang led the technicians inside, and the security guard on duty had already received a notification from the property manager to retrieve the surveillance footage from yesterday afternoon.

The technician sat down at the control panel and asked the security guard to zoom in on the timeline to yesterday afternoon.

The screen showed images of the community entrance and exit.

Soon, a familiar black Mercedes-Benz S-Class appeared in the frame.

With the car window half open, Zhou Haibing's face was clearly visible in the frame. He leaned out of the window and said something to the security guard. The sliding gate opened, and the car drove in.

A while later, the same car drove out of the exit again.

From entry to exit, it takes about thirty minutes.

Captain Fang stared at the time difference on the screen, remaining silent for a long time.

In about thirty minutes, one person and one car emptied a house of more than 140 square meters.

This is exactly the same situation as that of Wang Jinshan's family and Sun Guiying's family.

All the physical evidence points to the same conclusion: Zhou Haibing did go to the scene, but it was impossible for him to move so many things using conventional methods.

He straightened up, turned around to look at Zhou Dongsheng and Zhang Lijuan, his voice carrying an undeniable determination:

"You two come back to the station with me. There are some things we need your cooperation on."

Zhou Dongsheng and Zhang Lijuan exchanged a glance and nodded.

The three people left the monitoring room and got into the police car.

No one spoke the whole way. Zhang Lijuan sat in the back seat, her arms wrapped around her shoulders, her eyes fixed on the scenery outside the window.

Zhou Dongsheng leaned back in his chair, his eyes closed, lost in thought.

Upon arriving at the police station, Captain Fang led them through the corridor and opened the door to the break room.

Sun Guiying sat on a plastic chair against the wall, head down, hands on her knees, her men's slippers on her feet crookedly, toes sticking out halfway from the front of the slippers.

Her face was still swollen, with bruises extending from her cheeks to her chin, and a dark red scab had formed at the corner of her mouth.

Her gaze shifted from the ground to the doorway, and the instant she saw Zhou Dongsheng, her expression changed as if she had been struck by something—

His mouth opened, his eyes widened, and the finger marks on his swollen face appeared even deeper due to the change in his expression.

"Dongsheng? What are you doing here?"

Sun Guiying's voice was high-pitched and hoarse, squeezed out from behind her swollen lips. She jumped up from the chair, one of her slippers falling off with a clatter, but she didn't bother to pick it up.

"Your face—no, your body—why are you covered in injuries?"