Reborn in the 60s, I hunt to support my family and even seduce the village beauty.

After dinner, the two returned to the guesthouse.

After washing up, Cheng Min lay on the bed, not wanting to move.

I spent half the day strolling around Confucius Temple today, and climbed hundreds of steps. My legs are so sore they feel like they're filled with lead.

"Are we still shopping tomorrow?" she asked, muffled by her pillow.

"Let's go shopping, it's not easy to get out here." Chang Kun sat on the edge of the bed and massaged her calves.

Cheng Min hummed comfortably, her eyelids growing heavier and heavier.

"Chang Kun..."

"Um?"

"That Japanese man... just ignore him..."

Chang Kun paused for a moment.

Before he could finish speaking, his breathing had already become even.

Chang Kun looked down at her; her eyelashes were drooping, and her face still had a blush from the sun. Her hand was still on his leg, clutching his trouser leg as if afraid he would run away.

He gently removed her hand and tucked it under the covers.

Cheng Min turned over, mumbled something, and fell asleep again.

After sitting for a while, Chang Kun stood up and walked to the window.

The nights in Nanjing aren't as dry as in Beijing; the air is damp, and a thin layer of condensation covers the windows. In the distance, there are scattered lights—the direction of Xiaguan Railway Station.

He closed his eyes and activated the system sensor.

Nine miles away.

Since catching those eight thieves on the train, plus the squirrels and snails I caught on the mountain near my home, my sensing range has increased significantly.

Four thousand five hundred meters, exactly nine li.

He focused his senses and quickly located the Japanese soldiers' location.

The guesthouse near the train station, the reception area of ​​the Foreign Affairs Office, and a place called "Qinhuai Hotel".

On the third floor, in a south-facing room, sat alone by the window, holding a cup as if drinking tea.

The bloodstains were still visible, and the overwhelming stench could be felt even from nine miles away.

Chang Kun opened his eyes and gently tapped twice on the windowsill.

Just kill him like that?

That's too lenient on him.

Execution takes only a few seconds.

This kind of person deserves to die ten thousand times over; shooting him would actually be a relief for him.

Chang Kun paced back and forth in front of the window a few times, countless thoughts racing through his mind.

Suddenly, he remembered something—telekinesis.

He hadn't used this skill much, nor had he considered any other uses for it. Within a five-meter range, it could steal lightweight items into his spatial storage.

What are lightweight items?

Is it possible to easily acquire items that do not belong to you?

Can the egg be removed, but can the yolk be removed?

If the yolk can be extracted, then the rest...

Chang Kun's mind started to work.

He glanced at Cheng Min, who was fast asleep on the bed, and quietly took out a few wild eggs from his spatial storage—they were eggs he had cracked back in the capital and had been sitting untouched in his storage space ever since.

He took the wild eggs to the bathroom and closed the door.

The light bulb cast a dim, yellowish glow on the mottled walls and cement floor. He placed the eggs on the edge of the sink and took a step back.

The distance is about half a meter.

He stared at the egg and activated the telekinetic retrieval function.

The target is—the egg yolk.

In an instant, the eggshell remained intact, but Chang Kun found a slippery, soft thing in his palm.

yolk.

The yolk was intact, with no egg white attached.

Chang Kun stared at the yellowish object in his palm for two seconds, then smiled.

The egg on the edge of the sink looked intact from the outside, but when you picked it up and shook it, you could feel that only egg white was left inside.

He tried a few more times.

Egg yolks, egg whites, and can even precisely break up the egg yolks before taking them out.

Chang Kun washed his hands and leaned against the sink, the thought in his mind becoming clearer and clearer.

Kidney stones.

Kidney stones.

He had heard of these two illnesses; the pain could be excruciating. It wasn't the kind of pain that kills with a single cut, but rather the pain of being slowly cut with a dull knife, bit by bit, day and night, enough to drive a person insane.

He closed his eyes and sensed the room at the Qinhuai Hotel.

The man surnamed Okamura was still sitting by the window, having probably finished his tea and was refilling his cup with water.

Chang Kun opened his eyes.

Nine li is too far. You can't reach it by telekinesis.

But what about tomorrow?

If he's still in Nanjing tomorrow, and if he can get within five meters of me...

Chang Kun put the eggshells from the sink into his spatial storage, opened the door, and went outside.

Cheng Min was still asleep, breathing evenly, with a slight upturn at the corners of her mouth, as if she were dreaming about something.

Chang Kun lay down next to her and gently pulled her into his arms.

Cheng Min snuggled closer to him, still half asleep, and mumbled, "Why aren't you asleep yet..."

She fell asleep again.

Chang Kun stared at the ceiling with his eyes open.

Tomorrow, I need to go for a stroll around the Qinhuai Hotel area.

Just as I was thinking, suddenly, I sensed that the ball of blood light moved.

Chang Kun sat up abruptly, staring out the window, his senses fully activated.

The bloody light was moving; it came out of the Qinhuai Hotel and headed south.

In the dead of night, someone sneaked out.

Chang Kun's lips curled slightly.

Don't miss out.

He gently removed Cheng Min's hand from his body, tucked it under the covers, and tiptoed out of bed.

Looking back, Cheng Min was fast asleep, breathing evenly.

The guesthouse door was locked, and the old man on duty was dozing off at the table.

Chang Kun crouched low as he crossed the courtyard and went out onto the street.

The streets were deserted, the streetlights cast a dim yellow glow, and the shadows of the sycamore trees stretched long on the ground.

The blood-red light they sensed was still moving, getting further and further south, and was almost at the base of the city wall.

The distance was considerable, and he was breathless from running, feeling as if his lungs were about to burst.

Although this body is strong, running nine miles is no joke.

When they reached the vicinity of Zhonghua Gate, the blood-red light suddenly stopped.

Chang Kun also stopped, hiding behind a sycamore tree, panting heavily, his eyes fixed on the front.

That place is an old neighborhood. Before liberation, it was a wealthy area, but now it's dilapidated and inhabited by ordinary families.

The man surnamed Okamura stood outside a half-collapsed courtyard wall, looked around for a while, then bent down and started rummaging around at the base of the wall.

Chang Kun squinted.

It was a bit far away, so I couldn't see very clearly. But I sensed that the ball of blood light lingered in that area for a while before starting to move back.

Chang Kun quickly retreated and hid in a small alley.

The man surnamed Okamura returned by the same route, his steps hurried, just as furtive as when he came.

There is a conspiracy!

What is that little devil doing? Let's figure it out first before we deal with him!

After he had walked away, Chang Kun came out of the alley and ran to the spot where he had just been.

There was a pile of broken bricks and tiles at the base of the wall, as if someone had just rummaged through it. He squatted down and used his hands to remove the loose soil, but there was nothing underneath.

Did the Japanese soldiers come here to pick up something?

Or perhaps it's treasure left over from a previous war? Chang Kun frowned as he pondered.

He immediately activated his valuables location skill, scanning the surroundings. This skill was not usually used, but it came in handy at this moment.

Suddenly, they discovered a stone slab hidden under the broken bricks and tiles ten meters away, and under the stone slab was something—a pile of metal, buried quite deep.

He squatted there, staring at the bluestone slabs over there, his mind racing.

It was left behind by the Japanese invaders.

The man surnamed Okamura sneaked out in the middle of the night to look for someone.

I didn't dare come during the day, for fear of being discovered. I also didn't dare bring anyone with me, for fear of the news leaking out.

Chang Kun suddenly laughed.