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

How did Zhou Haibing manage to empty a villa in just over ten minutes?

Empty a pharmaceutical factory in just over ten minutes?

How were more than 700 million yuan worth of supplies transported without any vehicle assistance?

Captain Fang has seen many kinds of criminal methods; he's seen clumsy thieves, cunning thieves, and thieves who commit high-tech crimes.

But he had never even heard of something like this, where tens of thousands of cubic meters of material could simply vanish from the physical world out of thin air.

He turned and walked out of the office, pushing open the door to the large conference room.

The noise in the conference room fell silent the moment he pushed open the door.

All eyes turned to him; some were swollen, some were bruised, some were broken. Pairs of eyes were like electric lights crowded together, their light reflecting anger, fear, confusion, and expectation.

"Zhou Haibing was last seen in a forest in the north of the city." Captain Fang's voice wasn't loud, but in the quiet conference room, every word was clearly audible.

"We're leaving now to find him. You all wait here; once we bring him back, we'll make further arrangements."

The meeting room erupted like a pot of cold water suddenly doused with hot oil.

Sun Guiying stood up, her voice shrill and urgent:

"Catch him! You must catch him! Make him cough up everything he stole from me!"

Zhou Hailong slammed his hand on the table, took a step forward, and spoke in a loud, rough voice, like a wild beast that had finally spotted its prey.

"When he's caught, I'm going to ask him face-to-face why he did this to me!"

Wang Jinshan roared from behind, his voice muffled but his manner was quite forceful:

"Send him to jail! Let him rot in jail!"

Zhao Shuzhen's crying had stopped. She wiped her face hard with the back of her hand, her voice trembling and shrill:

"He'd better give my jewelry back...it's what I've saved up my whole life..."

Zhou Fuxiang's lips trembled, his voice hoarse and muffled, as if squeezed from the deepest part of his chest:

"I want to ask him why he treated his own father like that. He even stole my medicinal herbs, which my son bought for me..."

Captain Fang did not respond to any of their words.

He raised his hand and pressed it down to signal them to be quiet, then turned and walked out of the conference room.

People were already running in the corridor.

The footsteps were hurried and heavy, the leather shoes making a clattering sound on the corridor floor. Someone was shouting, "The police are on duty!"

People were running around distributing walkie-talkies and flashlights. The red and blue lights of police lights flashed in from the window at the end of the corridor, casting alternating red and blue shadows on the white wall.

Captain Fang took his coat off the wall and put it on as he walked out. The police officers following behind him all had tense expressions and walked quickly.

Police cars drove out of the police station compound one after another, their red and blue lights spinning in the morning sunlight. Although it was broad daylight, they somehow managed to shroud the entire street in an ominous hue.

Sun Guiying, Zhou Hailong, Wang Jinshan, and others rushed to the window, peering through the glass. They saw a long line of police cars heading towards the north of the city.

Like a red and blue snake winding its way through the street, everyone clenched their fists, their lips unconsciously twitching upwards.

"With so many police officers, he can't escape." Sun Guiying's voice was low, as if she were talking to the person next to her, or as if she were convincing herself, "He definitely can't escape."

"When he's caught, I'll make him spit out all the money he swallowed." Zhou Hailong slammed his fist on the windowsill, making the glass vibrate.

"My Crimson Dragon..." Sun Deming sat in the chair, his hands twisting together, his voice soft and trembling, "He'd better be returned to me..."

"And my pharmaceutical factory." Sun Guiying's voice suddenly rose again, as if she had just remembered something.

"He emptied the pharmaceutical factory—the production lines, the equipment, the inventory, everything was gone. Those things added up to hundreds of millions; he has to pay them back..."

"And my jewelry store." An Baojun sat in his wheelchair, his two broken legs trembling in splints, his voice filled with hatred and pain.

"Five gold shops... gold bars, jewelry, processing equipment... all gone..."

"My supermarket and warehouse." Li Zhigang gritted his teeth, his cheeks bulging as if he were chewing something hard.

"Four supermarkets plus a warehouse, tens of millions of yuan worth of goods... he has to pay compensation..."

Zhang Wenbin lay half-reclined in the chair, a towel covering his lower body. His voice, muffled and filled with resentment, seemed to come from underground:

"My pharmacies... six pharmacies... my warehouse... they're my lifeblood..."

No one responded.

Everyone's eyes were fixed on the long line of police cars gradually disappearing into the distance outside the window, their eyes almost bulging out of their sockets.

……

In a secluded, dense forest in the north of the city, in an abandoned house, Zhou Haibing was awakened by the vibration of an alarm clock.

He took his phone out of his pocket and turned off the alarm.

He deliberately left a 5-minute margin when setting the alarm.

And now, the system's rebirth countdown is displaying:

【00:04:52】

He will be reborn in four minutes and fifty-two seconds.

Zhou Haibing held his phone in his hand and sat up in the tent.

The roof of the abandoned house had several holes, through which sunlight leaked and shone on the ground, making it look like a few crooked golden pillars.

The air was thick with the smell of dust and rotten wood, but beneath that smell, Zhou Haibing detected a fresher scent—

Morning dew, pine needles, green grass, and soil—these are the smells that the mountains and forests should have in the morning.

He calmly put his phone in his pocket, stood up, and bent over to crawl out of the tent.

Then I squatted down, pulled out the four tent pegs, rolled up the sleeping pad, folded the blanket, flattened the pillow, and put all the camping equipment into Shennong Space one by one.

The moment the moisture-proof mat was placed in the space, it stood neatly alongside the piles of furniture, appliances, and clothes next to it, like an ocean liner finally filling its last container.

He looked at the abandoned house again.

On the empty, muddy ground, only a shallow human-shaped indentation remained, the mark left by him lying there all night.

He walked out of the house.

When the sunlight hit his face, he squinted slightly and raised his hand to shield his eyes.

In the autumn mountains and forests, the air is cool, but the sunlight is warm. The two temperatures intertwine and create a wonderful sensation on the skin.

He stood for a while, letting his body adjust to the temperature, then stretched out a big yawn, like a plant that had finally received a thorough rain after a long drought, spreading out all its branches and leaves.

His joints made a series of soft cracking sounds, and every bone in his body seemed to relax at that moment, as if he had finally woken up from a nightmare that had lasted for decades.

He had never slept so soundly before.