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

The three voices mingled together, like a pot of boiling swill, with all sorts of unpleasant words gushing out.

Sun Guiying's screams, Zhao Shuzhen's cries and curses, and Wang Jinshan's roars mingled together, echoing back and forth in the lounge, making everyone's eardrums ache.

Zhou Dongsheng stood to the side, his expression shifting from shock to bewilderment, and then to something indescribable, like a crumpled rag, huddled there in a wrinkled state.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but no words came out.

Zhang Lijuan stood behind him, gripping his arms with both hands, her nails almost digging into his flesh, her expression a complex mix of emotions.

Just then, the door to the lounge was suddenly pushed open from the outside.

Captain Fang stood at the door, his face ashen, his brows furrowed in a tight knot.

He strode in with long strides, his leather shoes making a crisp sound on the floor tiles, each step carrying an undeniable weight.

Without looking at anyone, he walked straight to the center of the lounge, stopped, took a deep breath, and then shouted loudly:

"That's enough!"

That shout was like a muffled thunderclap, exploding in the lounge.

Everyone's voices were cut off at the same moment.

Sun Guiying opened her mouth, Zhao Shuzhen opened her mouth, and Wang Jinshan also opened his mouth, but no one made a sound.

The lounge was so quiet you could hear the fluorescent lights humming.

Captain Fang shifted his gaze from one face to another, lingering on each face for a second. His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck like a nail into the floor:

"What kind of relationship you have, who is right and who is wrong, who has wronged whom, that's your own business. Go home and argue, argue however you want."

This is a police station, not a market. If you keep making noise, it will be treated as disturbing public order. Do you understand?

Sun Guiying, Wang Jinshan, and Zhao Shuzhen were immediately silenced!

Wang Jinshan turned his face away, his cheeks bulging from clenching his teeth, but he didn't say another word.

Sun Guiying lowered her head, her bare foot shrank back, and her toes curled up on the cold floor tiles.

Zhao Shuzhen wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, sniffed, and didn't say anything more.

Captain Fang glanced at them, said nothing more, and turned to leave the lounge.

The door closed behind him, and the sound of his footsteps gradually receding into the corridor echoed in the distance.

The group stood in the lounge, and no one spoke again.

……

Almost at the same time, on the other side of the provincial capital, Sun Guiwu was awakened by pain.

He lay face down on the floor of his living room, his face pressed against the cold tiles, his entire body feeling as if he had been hit from head to toe with an iron rod, every part of him aching.

He tried to move his fingers, and they could; he tried to move his arm, and a piercing pain shot from his shoulder all the way to his fingertips, as if someone had pricked his bones with a needle.

He gritted his teeth and sat up, looking down and gasping for breath—

His arms were covered in wounds, blue, purple, and red, crisscrossing each other, and in some places the skin had been torn open and covered with brown scabs.

His T-shirt was torn to shreds, with strips of cloth hanging from his body. His chest and stomach were covered in wounds, some of which had turned purple and black, a shocking sight.

"Who the hell did this?!"

Sun Guiwu's voice was loud and shrill, echoing several times in the empty living room before dissipating.

Ma Hongxia was curled up on the floor, awakened by his shouts.

She rolled over, groggily opened her eyes, and saw Sun Guiwu sitting on the ground covered in injuries. She was stunned for a moment, then suddenly sat up, her sleepy face instantly filled with terror.

She stared at the shocking wounds on Sun Guiwu's body, her mouth opening and closing repeatedly, her voice trembling:

"Awu, what happened to you? Who beat you up like this?"

Sun Guiwu looked down at his arm again, his voice carrying an indescribable mixture of irritation and anger:

"How the hell was I supposed to know! I woke up like this! My whole body aches, like I've been whipped with a belt all night!"

Just as Ma Hongxia was about to say something more, her gaze suddenly swept to the side, and she froze as if she had been nailed to the ground.

Her mouth was agape, her eyes were wide open, she pointed towards the living room, and her voice was shrill and trembling:

"Awu, look—why is the living room empty?"

Sun Guiwu suddenly raised his head and looked in the direction she was pointing.

He froze, as if struck by lightning.

The sofa is gone, the coffee table is gone, the TV is gone, and the stereo is gone.

The living room was empty; even the wedding photo on the wall was gone, leaving only bare walls and a few screw holes on the floor.

He jumped to his feet, ignoring the pain in his body, and staggered into the restaurant—

The dining table is gone, the chairs are gone; I rushed to the kitchen—

The cabinets were gone, the refrigerator was gone, the stove was gone; I rushed to the bedroom—

The bed is gone, the wardrobe is gone, the bedside table is gone, even the charger he put on the bedside table is gone.

He stood at the door of the master bedroom, looking at the empty room, feeling like a tree that had been uprooted and was about to collapse.

Then he suddenly remembered something and rushed to the walk-in closet like a madman—but the walk-in closet was empty.

All those designer clothes, dozens of pairs of shoes, and watches worth over ten yuan are gone.

The safe was gone too; the large iron block embedded in the wall, along with the gold bars, cash, and jewelry inside, were all gone.

"Who did this?!" Sun Guiwu stood at the doorway of the empty walk-in closet, his voice hoarse and shrill, as if it had been sanded with sandpaper.

"Who emptied our house?!"

Ma Hongxia followed behind him, her face pale, her lips trembling, her voice shrill and urgent:

"Who else could have done it? It must have been your brother-in-law! He was the only one who came today! We don't remember anything after he arrived, and we woke up like this!"

Sun Guiwu suddenly turned around, his face contorted in a way that didn't resemble his own, as if anger and confusion were twisted together in a knot:

"My brother-in-law? He's gone mad? Why would he do that?"

"How would I know why he did that!" Ma Hongxia's voice was even louder than his, her eyes were red-rimmed, and her fingers were stabbing wildly in the air.

"Your brother-in-law has always been a weirdo, who knows what got into him! Don't worry about why, just call the police!"

Sun Guiwu subconsciously reached for his pocket—it was empty.

He then touched his other pocket, which was also empty.

He turned all his pockets inside out and searched the bedroom floor, but found nothing.

He ran to the living room and searched every corner, but found nothing.