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

Several uniformed police officers were sitting in the office. When they saw Captain Fang come in, one of them stood up and greeted him.

Captain Fang briefly explained the situation and asked the other party to help check the recent two days' fund changes in all bank accounts under the names of Sun Guiying, Wang Jinshan, and Zhao Shuzhen.

The police officers from the Economic Crime Investigation Department sat back down at their computers and tapped away on the keyboard for a while.

The page on the screen redirected several times, and a query window popped up. I entered my name, ID number, selected a bank, and confirmed the query.

The office fell silent, save for the sounds of keyboard typing and mouse clicks.

Sun Guiying stood to the side, her hands clenched together, her knuckles white and bluish.

Wang Jinshan leaned against the wall, his swollen lips pressed tightly together.

Zhao Shuzhen stood next to Wang Jinshan, one hand on his arm, her eyes fixed on the screen.

The economic crime investigator paused for a moment.

He glanced at the screen, then looked back at Captain Fang. The meaning behind that glance was clear—something was up.

Captain Fang walked over, bent down, and looked at the screen.

His expression didn't change much, but his eyebrows twitched slightly.

Then he straightened up, turned around to look at Wang Jinshan and Zhao Shuzhen, and spoke in a calm voice as if he were reading a report:

"Mr. Wang Jinshan, Ms. Zhao Shuzhen, all the funds in your bank accounts were transferred to Ms. Sun Guiying's bank card last night."

Wang Jinshan was stunned.

Zhao Shuzhen was also stunned.

Zhao Shuzhen's face was already swollen, and now it turned even more purplish-red, and tears welled up in her eyes.

She whirled around, glaring at Sun Guiying, her voice so shrill it could shatter glass, each word like a scream:

"Sun Guiying! You transferred all our money away? You shameless bastard!"

Wang Jinshan also sprang up from the wall, the swelling on his face unable to conceal the shock and anger in his eyes.

He stared intently at Sun Guiying, his voice low and dangerous, like a wild beast cornered and growling:

"Guiying, what exactly happened? Explain yourself!"

Sun Guiying's face was already swollen beyond recognition, and now it was deathly pale.

Her lips trembled, her hands shook frantically, her men's slippers nearly slipping off her feet, and her voice was shrill, panicked, and trembling with tears:

"No... I didn't transfer it! It wasn't me! I don't know anything! My phone was gone when I woke up, how could I have transferred money?"

Zhao Shuzhen's eyes were wide open, and the light shining through her swollen face, which looked like a steamed bun, seemed to want to gouge two holes in Sun Guiying's body.

Her voice was so shrill it could shatter glass; each word was like a knife piercing through the air.

"You didn't do it? If you didn't do it, then how come all our money ended up in your account? Do you think we're fools?"

Sun Guiying's face, which was already swollen and red from the beating, turned a deep liver color.

Her lips trembled, her hands waved wildly in front of her, and her men's slippers, two sizes too big, almost slipped off. She staggered before regaining her balance, her voice shrill and urgent:

"How would I know how it got into my account? I inexplicably fell asleep yesterday and stayed at my own home the whole time. When did I go to your house?"

I've almost forgotten which way your front door faces! Besides, I don't even know your bank account number, let alone your password. How am I supposed to transfer money?

Can I transfer money using my mind?

Zhao Shuzhen wouldn't listen to her explanation at all.

She took a step forward, her finger almost poking Sun Guiying's face, her voice filled with a long-suppressed hatred that suddenly burst forth:

"You don't know? Of course you do! You filthy bitch, do you think I don't know about your little affair with Wang Jinshan?"

How many years have you two been hooking up? Don't you know his passwords? He probably even knows the color of his underwear!

Sun Guiying was completely stunned by the words "stinking bitch".

Her eyes widened suddenly, and the finger marks on her swollen cheeks became even redder due to the blood congestion.

She forgot she was wearing borrowed slippers, forgot her face was still swollen, forgot she was at the police station, and lunged forward, her voice even louder and shriller than Zhao Shuzhen's:

"Who are you calling a filthy bitch? Who are you calling a whore? You slut, you've been keeping two gigolos on the side, you think I don't know?"

You don't know how much money you spent on watches and clothes for two guys, one named Xiaoyu and the other named Ahao.

Do you want me to count for you?

Zhao Shuzhen's expression changed instantly.

Her lips trembled violently as if she wanted to say something, but the sound seemed to be stuck in her throat, only making a "uh uh" sound.

Her face changed from red to white, then from white to blue. Her eyes darted around in their sockets twice before finally settling on one spot—Wang Jinshan's face.

Wang Jinshan stood between the two women, one hand covering his swollen cheek, turning his head left and right as he watched the two women tearing at each other, his eyes full of exhaustion and frustration.

His lips moved a few times, as if he wanted to interject, but each time he opened his mouth, he was silenced by a louder voice.

"That's enough!"

He finally roared, the sound squeezed out from behind his swollen lips, muffled and indistinct, but loud enough to drown out the voices of both women.

Zhao Shuzhen shut her mouth, and Sun Guiying also shut her mouth, but neither of them looked away, still glaring at each other.

Wang Jinshan took a deep breath, the air throbbing painfully on his face. He hissed, covered half his face with his hand, and mumbled:

"What are you arguing about? Will arguing solve anything?"

He turned to the computer where the police officers from the Economic Crime Investigation Team were sitting, his swollen eyes narrowed into slits as he stared at the search results on the screen.

His mind was racing—

If it wasn't Sun Guiying who forwarded it, then who could it be?

He didn't know Zhao Shuzhen's phone password, and neither did Zhao Shuzhen know Sun Guiying's phone password. None of the three knew each other's payment passwords, but all the money was transferred to Sun Guiying's card.

This logical chain points in only one direction.

"I suspect Guiying didn't transfer our money," Wang Jinshan said in a low voice, each word sounding like he was gritting his teeth.

"It must have been Zhou Haibing who did it."

Zhao Shuzhen suddenly turned her head to look at him, and Sun Guiying also looked at him.

Captain Fang stood silently to the side, tapping his pen a few times on his notebook, then looked up at Wang Jinshan.

Wang Jinshan continued, speaking very slowly, as if he were organizing his thoughts, or perhaps convincing himself:

"If it was Guiying who transferred the money, she wouldn't have transferred the money to her own card."

She's not stupid; once she's done explaining, how could she not be clear about it? But Zhou Haibing is different.

He took our phones, transferred the money to Guiying's card, and then transferred it out of Guiying's card—yes, that's definitely what he did.

That way, the money wouldn't end up in his name, so the investigation wouldn't trace it back to him, and he could shift all the blame onto Guiying.