With three superpowers at his fingertips, he could dominate the 1970s.

Just as Jiang Zhiyu finished tidying up the last piece of luggage, 0047 finally couldn't contain itself any longer. It had been holding back for days, and the ball of light shimmered in front of her eyes: [Host, host, that bronze cauldron! Can I absorb it now?]

Reminded by it, Jiang Zhiyu remembered this and rummaged through a corner of her space to find the palm-sized cauldron. The cauldron was engraved with blurry cloud patterns and a few lines of crooked ancient characters. She studied it for a long time but couldn't figure it out: "What can you see?"

[I can't quite put my finger on it, but I feel like it's calling to me!] The ball of light pulsed excitedly. [If I absorb it, I'll definitely level up! Maybe I can even unlock new features!]

Jiang Zhiyu placed the small cauldron on the table, and the ball of light enveloped it in a flash. The next second, a blinding white light exploded, and she instinctively closed her eyes. When the light faded, the small cauldron had vanished without a trace, and 0047's ball of light shone like a small sun.

[Host! I've leveled up!] It excitedly spun around. [Now I can teleport you anywhere within 30 kilometers!]

Jiang Zhiyu raised an eyebrow: "Let's give it a try."

As soon as she finished speaking, the scene before her eyes blurred, and she was suddenly moved from the bedside to the spiritual spring water in the space.

"Not bad." She stroked her chin, then suddenly remembered the old mansion belonging to the original owner of the house. "Let's go to my old mansion."

【receive! 】

Another wave of slight dizziness washed over Jiang Zhiyu, and she found herself standing outside the courtyard wall of an old Western-style house. Under the moonlight, the vermilion gate was sealed shut; it was the home from the original owner's memories.

She scaled the wall and entered. 0047 immediately scanned the area: [Host, there's a secret room beneath the large vat in the kitchen! It's an old passageway from the Anti-Japanese War era, likely modified by your parents!]

Jiang Zhiyu lifted the lid of the jar and, sure enough, saw a movable stone slab at the bottom with a rusty padlock hanging on it. She took out a hairpin and pried the lock open in a few quick movements. After letting the air circulate in the sealed room for a moment, she went downstairs with a flashlight in hand.

As the beam of the flashlight swept across, Jiang Zhiyu gasped – the secret room contained over 170 neatly stacked wooden crates. Opening the top one, she found it filled with neatly arranged gold bars!

"This is..." She suddenly remembered the "maternal family" that her mother occasionally mentioned in the original owner's memories. So those rumors were true.

0047 was also shocked: [Host, your mother is a hidden millionaire!]

Jiang Zhiyu didn't speak, her fingertips tracing the carved patterns on the box. Suddenly, she remembered the original owner's childhood, when her mother would always hold her under the osmanthus tree in the yard and tell her stories. The sunlight then was as warm as the moonlight now. She took a deep breath, not having time to examine them closely, and put all the boxes into her spatial storage.

Just as they stepped out of the secret room, 0047 suddenly issued a warning: [Host, someone is watching this building from the street corner!]

Jiang Zhiyu's eyes turned cold as she silently circled around to the street corner. Under the dim streetlights, a man in a Zhongshan suit was furtively glancing this way, his waist bulging as if he were hiding something.

She attacked from behind, glanced around to make sure no one was around, and delivered a swift chop to the back of the man's neck. He collapsed to the ground without even uttering a sound. With a thought, she stored him away in her spatial storage.

When the man woke up, he felt a dull pain in the back of his head and everything went black – his eyes were covered by a thick black cloth, and his hands and feet were tied to a cold iron chair with thick hemp rope, leaving him unable to move.

"Who?! Who are you?!" he struggled, his voice filled with panic.

Jiang Zhiyu sat in the shadows opposite him, toying with a military dagger she had brought from Hong Kong. The blade gleamed coldly in the dim light of the room. "Stop shouting. Nobody can hear you here."

Her voice was androgynous, and the man shuddered, but forced himself to remain calm: "I'm warning you, I'm from the Revolutionary Committee! If you dare touch me, you'll regret it!"

"Revolutionary Committee?" Jiang Zhiyu chuckled, then suddenly stood up and kicked him in the left knee.

"Click—"

The crisp sound of bones cracking was particularly jarring in the confined space. The man let out a heart-wrenching scream, his forehead instantly covered in cold sweat, and his whole body trembled violently: "Ah! My leg! My leg!"

"Now, do you still think you have someone to rely on?" Jiang Zhiyu crouched down, the tip of her dagger lightly grazing his ankle. "I ask, you answer. Dare to utter a single word of nonsense, and the next thing to break will be your right leg."

The man was in so much pain he could barely breathe, his teeth grinding together: "You... what do you want to know?"

"Who sent you to keep an eye on that old mansion?"

"It's...it's Director Wang from the Revolutionary Committee..." The man's voice trembled uncontrollably. "He said there's something hidden in that house, and he told me to keep an eye on it and report any unusual activity..."

"What is it?" Jiang Zhiyu pressed, moving the dagger up to press against his shinbone.

"N-I don't know..." The man's voice trembled with tears. "Director Wang didn't say, he just said it was very important... it was a task assigned from above..."

"Above?" Jiang Zhiyu's eyes turned cold. "Which 'above'?"

"I really don't know!" The man was on the verge of tears. "I'm just a gofer, I do whatever Director Wang tells me to do... Please let me go, I'll never do it again..."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't speak, but suddenly reached out and grabbed his right index finger. Before the man could react, he heard a "crack," and the excruciating pain of his broken finger bone instantly spread throughout his body. He screamed again, tears mixed with cold sweat streaming down his face: "Ah—! I'll talk! I'll tell you everything!"

"Besides Director Wang, who else is keeping an eye on that house?" Jiang Zhiyu released her grip, her tone completely calm.

"There's... there's a group of unfamiliar faces, they sound like they're from Kyoto..." The man convulsed in pain, each word like a knife twisting in his flesh. "They arrived before us and have been loitering around here. Director Wang told us not to mess with them..."

"From Kyoto? What's your background?"

"I don't know..." The man's voice grew weaker and weaker. "They are very cautious. They have never met us. We have only seen them a few times from a distance. They were always wearing Zhongshan suits and carrying weapons."

Jiang Zhiyu was silent for a moment, then grabbed his middle finger. The man was terrified and cried out, "I really don't know! Director Wang gave me this information! He said as long as I keep an eye on the house, there will be a big reward once things calm down..."

"How long have you been standing here?"

"It's been... half a month..."

"Has anyone else come here during this time?"

"No, no one has come near me except you..."

Jiang Zhiyu stood up and looked down at him. The man could feel that cold gaze on him, and felt as if he were being stared at by a venomous snake, his hair standing on end.

"One last question," her voice devoid of emotion, "Why is Director Wang keeping an eye on this house? Is it related to the homeowner's situation?"

"There's... a connection..." the man's voice was filled with fear. "I overheard Director Wang talking on the phone, saying that the homeowner couple were ungrateful and had something they shouldn't have. Now that they've been demoted, it's a good opportunity for them to get their hands on that stuff..."

Jiang Zhiyu didn't ask any further questions. She already knew most of what she needed to know.

The man was still sobbing and begging for mercy: "Please let me go! I've told you everything... I have elderly parents and young children to support..."

Jiang Zhiyu ignored his pleas, walked behind him, and gathered a wisp of spiritual energy at her fingertips. In the ten years since the apocalypse, she had seen too many treacherous people, and she would never show mercy to such accomplices.

He thrust his mental energy into the man's temple. The man's screams abruptly stopped, his body convulsed violently a few times, and then he slumped into the chair, his eyes becoming vacant, drool dripping from the corner of his mouth, completely turning him into an idiot.

Jiang Zhiyu untied the ropes binding him and said to 0047, "Get rid of him. Dump him in an abandoned factory in the suburbs. Don't let anyone find out."

[Received!] The ball of light enveloped the man and instantly disappeared into space.

Jiang Zhiyu walked to the window of the room, looking at the corn planted outside, her fingertips slightly cold. Her parents had indeed been sent to the countryside because someone was eyeing what they possessed—was it her mother's family inheritance, or that notebook filled with formulas?

And what is the background of that force from Kyoto?

She rubbed her temples, trying to suppress these thoughts. Thinking about them now was useless; the most urgent thing was to get to the Northeast as soon as possible and find her parents.

"0047, teleport back to the guesthouse."

【okay! 】

When Jiang Zhiyu opened her eyes again, she was lying on a bed in the guesthouse. The sky outside the window was turning a pale white, and the sound of sentries changing guard could be heard in the distance.

She took out the notebook her mother had left behind and flipped through a few pages in the morning light. The notebook was filled with dense chemical formulas; perhaps this was what those people truly wanted.

"Northeast..." she murmured softly, her eyes gradually hardening.