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

Sun Guiying remembered that when she came back from outside yesterday, her bag should have been on the sofa in the living room.

But the sofa is gone, so where could the bag be?

She went back to the living room, squatted down, and looked on the floor, but found nothing.

She went upstairs to the second floor and looked on the bedroom floor, but found nothing.

She then went to the kitchen and dining room on the first floor to check, but found nothing.

She went to the guest rooms, storage room, and even the bathroom on the first floor, but couldn't find her bag.

My bag is missing.

My phone is gone too.

"Damn it!"

Sun Guiying cursed and stomped her foot hard on the marble floor with her bare foot, wincing in pain.

Where's the car?

She also has a car.

Her Porsche Cayenne and NIO ET7, as well as Zhou Haibing's Mercedes, were parked in the garage.

She can drive to find Wang Jinshan.

She walked out of the master bedroom, downstairs, through the empty living room, and to the stairwell leading to the basement.

She pressed the switch on the wall, the light came on, and the sound of her bare feet pattering on the steps echoed in the empty stairwell.

The basement door was ajar. She pushed it open and turned on the light.

Although she had prepared herself mentally, she still gasped when she saw it with her own eyes.

The basement is empty.

Her white Porsche Cayenne is gone, her silver-gray NIO ET7 is gone, Zhou Haibing's black Mercedes-Benz S-Class is gone, and even her Harley-Davidson motorcycle is gone.

The entire underground parking garage was empty, with only a few oil stains and tire tracks on the floor of a few parking spaces, and charging stations on the wall.

The charging station is still there, but the cable connecting the vehicle is dangling on the ground, and the plug is lying there all alone.

The car is gone too.

Everything is gone.

Sun Guiying stood in the empty garage, wearing only the dark red dress she was wearing. She was barefoot, her hair was disheveled, and her cheeks were red and swollen, looking like a homeless person who had been kicked out of her home.

She took a deep breath and forced herself to calm down.

Without a cell phone or a car, she couldn't just sit in this empty house and wait to die.

She was going to find Wang Jinshan and ask him what was going on. She wanted to know what that old bastard Zhou Haibing was up to.

She walked barefoot out of the garage and across the yard—

The stone table and benches in the courtyard are gone, not even the flowerpots are left—

We arrived at the wrought iron gate of the villa.

The gate was not closed, but half-open, probably because Zhou Haibing didn't lock it when he left.

She pushed open the door and went out.

The villa area was very quiet, with no pedestrians on the road and only occasional vehicles passing by on the main road of the community.

She walked along the sidewalk for a while and arrived at the entrance of the residential area.

A security guard in uniform, around forty years old with a round face, was sitting in the guard booth at the entrance. When he saw her walking over, he paused for a moment, then quickly stood up.

"Sister Sun...?" The security guard recognized her, but his eyes held a strange expression as he stared at her face.

"What happened to you? Are you alright?"

Sun Guiying touched her face, and the pain made her gasp.

She asked the security guard, "Old Zhang, can I borrow your phone for a moment? I need to call a ride-hailing service."

The security guard quickly took out his phone from his pocket, handed it to her, and pointed to her face as he did so, asking:

"Sister Sun, your face...should I call an ambulance for you? It's so swollen, it looks like you've been punched."

Upon hearing this, Sun Guiying remembered that her face had been swollen from being slapped, but she didn't know how swollen it was.

She quickly opened her phone's camera, switched it to front-facing mode, and her own face appeared on the screen.

She gasped.

My left cheek was swollen so badly that it stretched from my cheekbone all the way down to my chin. The skin was stretched taut and had a dark red sheen.

The right side of my face is slightly better, but it's still noticeably larger than normal.

The most shocking thing was the several clear marks on his left cheek—

The fingerprints were red, like they were left by someone slapping someone with great force.

The fingerprints were clearly visible, running diagonally upwards from the corner of the mouth all the way to the cheekbone.

Her mouth was cracked and scabbed over, her lips were swollen, and her lower lip was turned outwards, looking like two sausages.

This is someone slapping you in the face.

But when was she slapped?

She had no recollection of it at all.

All she could remember was sitting in the living room talking with Zhou Haibing, and then... and then nothing more.

I woke up lying on the living room floor, and my face looked like this.

It must have been Zhou Haibing who fanned it.

It must be that old man.

But how did the old man fan himself?

Why doesn't she feel anything at all?

She's not dead. How could she not wake up after being slapped so many times, so hard, and swollen like this?

How could there be no resistance?

How could you not remember anything?

The more Sun Guiying thought about it, the more horrified she felt, but she couldn't come up with any reasonable explanation.

But now is not the time to think about these issues. Right now, she should go find Brother Jinshan first. She immediately used the security guard's phone, opened the app, entered the address of Wang Jinshan's villa, and called a ride-hailing service.

The app showed that the ride-hailing car would arrive in about four or five minutes. After noting down the license plate number and color of the ride-hailing car, she returned her phone to the security guard.

Then I borrowed a pair of slippers from the security guard and wore them for the time being, because walking barefoot was too painful.

She was wearing slippers and waiting at the entrance of the residential complex.

The morning sunlight shone on her swollen face, burning with pain.

She shielded her eyes from the sunlight with the back of her hand, a thousand emotions churning within her—

Anger, confusion, unease, fear, and a vague, inexplicable sense of guilt that she herself was unaware of.

A few minutes later, a white ride-hailing car stopped at the entrance of the residential area.

Sun Guiying opened the car door and got in.

The driver glanced at her face in the rearview mirror, hesitated, but ultimately said nothing and stepped on the gas.

The car moved slowly and stopped in the morning rush hour traffic. After a while, we arrived at the residential area where Wang Jinshan lived.

Sun Guiying got out of the car and walked quickly toward Wang Jinshan's villa.

When she arrived at the villa's entrance, she found that the wrought iron gate was unlocked and half-open.

She pushed open the door and went inside. The courtyard was quiet, with a few withered leaves on the ground.

The villa's main door was also ajar; she reached out and pushed it open.

She walked in and was immediately stunned by the sight of the living room.

The scene before me was very familiar.

The living room was empty.

It's exactly the same situation as her family.

Wang Jinshan's living room was originally bigger and more luxurious than hers, with leather sofas, marble coffee tables, crystal chandeliers, a large TV, stereos, carpets, curtains, and everything else was gone.

The walls were bare concrete, the floor was bare, and only a few exposed wires and screw holes remained on the ceiling.

On the floor in the center of the living room lay two people—Wang Jinshan and Zhao Shuzhen.