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

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.

"My phone is gone." Sun Guiwu's voice suddenly lowered, as if someone had grabbed his throat. "Where's your phone?"

Ma Hongxia had already searched the surrounding area. Her face was even paler, almost bluish-white, and her voice was trembling, as if she were speaking one word at a time, like someone shivering in the cold winter.

"My phone is gone... everything is gone..."

Sun Guiwu took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

His mind was racing, but what came out were all fragments, unable to piece together a complete picture.

He said, "Let's go to the garage. As long as the car is still there, we can drive to the police station to report it."

The two people came downstairs, walked through the empty living room, and entered the underground garage through the back door.

The fluorescent lights in the garage were still on, humming, and various vehicles were parked in the rows of parking spaces.

Sun Guiwu walked to his parking spot—was his Ducati Diavel parked there?

No, that spot is empty.

The spot next to the Kawasaki Ninja H2 is also empty.

The seats next to the Porsche 911 and Audi R8 were also empty.

The four parking spaces were empty, with only tire tracks and a few drops of oil left on the ground.

Sun Guiwu stood in front of the empty parking space, looking as if all his energy had been drained away. His shoulders slumped and his hands hung limply at his sides.

His lips moved, but the sound was so soft it was almost inaudible, as if he were speaking to himself:

"The cars are gone... not a single one left..."

Ma Hongxia stood behind him, covering her mouth with both hands, her eyes filled with tears.

Her voice leaked out from between her fingers, muffled and fragmented:

"What a terrible disaster this is... We have nothing left... Not even a car wheel..."

The two stood in the empty basement for a long time in silence.

Finally, Sun Guiwu spoke first, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing against glass:

"Let's go, let's find a security guard and call the police using our phones. We can't just stand here and wait to die."

The two people climbed up from the underground parking garage and walked to the entrance of the residential area.

The security guard was taken aback when he saw their appearance.

Sun Guiwu was covered in injuries, and his clothes were tattered; Ma Hongxia was wearing a wrinkled nightgown, and her hair was a mess like a bird's nest.

Before the security guard could speak, Sun Guiwu spoke first, his voice dry and hoarse:

"Excuse me, sir, can I borrow your phone for a moment? I need to call the police."

The security guard glanced at him, asked no further questions, and handed his phone out from the guard booth.

Sun Guiwu took the phone and dialed three numbers.

"Hello, I want to call the police. My house has been emptied. Everything is gone."

"I'm Sun Guiwu, a resident of Phase II of Emerald Bay in the east of the city." He paused, then added,

"It's not just one or two things that are missing; the whole house is gone."

There was a moment of silence on the other end of the call, then the sound of typing came from the other end of the line.

……

Inside the police station, Captain Fang had just come out of the break room and was standing in the corridor smoking.

His phone rang, and after listening for a few words, the hand holding the cigarette froze, hanging in mid-air, not even noticing the ash falling from it.

He didn't hang up the phone; instead, he held the phone in one hand and pushed open the door to the lounge with the other.

The door opened, and inside it was quiet. The group of people remained standing there, none of them sitting down or speaking.

When Captain Fang pushed the door open again, everyone's eyes were focused on his face.

Captain Fang put down his phone, glanced around the lounge, and finally fixed his gaze on Sun Guiying.

His voice was neither loud nor soft, but his tone carried something indescribable, as if stating a fact that everyone had to accept:

"Sun Guiwu, you know him, right?"

Sun Guiying was stunned, and the swollen muscles on her face twitched.

She took a step forward, her bare foot touching the cold paving stones, which made her shiver, but her attention was entirely focused on Captain Fang's words:

"Yes, I know him. He's my younger brother. Captain Fang, why are you suddenly asking about him?"

Captain Fang put his phone back in his pocket, his voice calm, but every word was clear:

"The emergency call center just received a report that Sun Guiwu's house has also been emptied. Everything is gone."

The air in the lounge seemed to have been suddenly sucked out, and there was a complete silence for three seconds.

Sun Guiying's mouth was agape, and her face was deathly pale.

Wang Jinshan suddenly sprang up from the wall, and Zhao Shuzhen's crying stopped abruptly.

Zhou Dongsheng and Zhang Lijuan looked at each other, their faces bearing the same expression—disbelief, but no choice but to believe.

"What?" Sun Guiying's voice shrilly and distorted.

"The Guiwu family's house was also emptied out? Was that also done by Zhou Haibing?"

No one answered her.

But everyone was thinking the same thing—

If Zhou Haibing really did it, how did he manage to do it?

One person emptied four houses in less than a day.

The first pharmaceutical factory was emptied out, and the second pharmaceutical factory will most likely be the same.

He emptied out the homes of his wife, his wife's lover, his son, and his brother-in-law.

Everything, all the money, everything, vanished from the sight of his enemies as if by magic.

Sun Guiying slumped back into her chair, looking like a lump of mud.

Zhao Shuzhen started crying again, but this time the crying was soft, a desperate, silent sob, tears streaming down her swollen cheeks and dripping onto the ground.

Wang Jinshan stood by the window, staring motionlessly at the gray sky outside.

Zhou Dongsheng slid down the wall slowly, squatted on the ground, and held his head in his hands.

Zhang Lijuan stood next to him, one hand on his shoulder, unsure of what to say.

Captain Fang stood at the door, looking at the same ghost-like expressions on the faces of these people, and his mind was filled with a confusion a hundred times more complex than theirs.

He has been a police officer for nearly twenty years and has seen all kinds of strange and unusual cases—theft, fraud, murder, economic crimes, and he has handled hundreds of cases, big and small.

But he had never encountered a case like this before:

A person, in one day, moves everything from at least four properties—furniture, appliances, clothing, jewelry, vehicles—

Everything was moved out without leaving a trace, without triggering any alarms, without being discovered by anyone, and even the surveillance cameras couldn't capture anything unusual.

Those things seemed to have evaporated into thin air, completely disappearing from this world.

Captain Fang, of course, had no idea that Zhou Haibing possessed a truly magical Shennong Space.

On a thousand acres of black soil, time can stand still, and thoughts can move all things.

With a single person and a single thought, everything in the entire villa can vanish as if it had never existed, entering another dimension.

He racked his brains but couldn't come up with an answer.

Not only him, but also Sun Guiying, Wang Jinshan, Zhao Shuzhen, Zhou Dongsheng, Zhang Lijuan and others couldn't figure it out.