Xu Jiao moved all the rice and cooking oil she had purchased into her spatial dimension. Fearing she wouldn’t have new clothes to wear once the apocalypse arrived, she had also bought numerous outfits.
By visiting several different clothing stores and buying a few sets from each, she managed to acquire dozens of new outfits within two hours. Without exception, all of them were stored away in her space.
The medium required to enter this vast space was her necklace.
It was a gift from her grandmother on her deathbed, who had said the necklace would protect Xu Jiao in her stead.
Xu Jiao had always remembered those words. In her previous life, as she lay dying, she had gripped the necklace tightly, hoping it would bring a miracle and bless her.
And then, the miracle happened.
She was reborn, and she had gained a spatial dimension.
It had to be her grandmother watching over her!
As Xu Jiao walked back to her residential complex, her fingertips subconsciously brushed against the cold necklace. But at that moment, the faint sound of footsteps suddenly appeared behind her.
The moment she heard the sound, Xu Jiao’s expression changed instantly.
To avoid drawing attention, she had tried her best not to act strange. She even made sure to bring all the supplies she hoarded back home before putting them into her space. Could she still have been noticed?
Because she had suddenly acquired such a world-defying “cheat,” Xu Jiao was still adjusting; any slight disturbance made her instinctively wary.
Especially these footsteps, which were getting closer and closer.
Xu Jiao instinctively quickened her pace, hoping to lose the person behind her.
But the moment she sped up, the person behind her did the same!
Xu Jiao’s heart jumped into her throat. She couldn’t stop herself from looking back, only to find her expression going numb once she saw what was there.
The thing following her wasn’t a human, but a pitch-black dog. Only the fur on its legs was tan, and its long, thin ears stood straight up.
It was a Doberman Pinscher.
It was her mother’s dog.
But shouldn’t it be at the shop right now? Why was it here?
Good question.
Watching this scene, Li Sang couldn’t help but whisper, “Captain Jiang, is your car’s speed the same as a dog’s running speed?”
“…”
When they had left, the dog was still at the snail noodle shop. Now that it was here, the reason was obvious.
The dog had followed them.
The Doberman wagged its tail hurriedly, seemingly trying to warn Xu Jiao of something.
But Xu Jiao didn’t seem to care. She leaned down, gave the Doberman’s head a quick pat, and then retracted her hand just as fast.
She stood up and continued toward her home.
Seeing that she was about to walk out of range, Li Sang reminded him in a low voice, “Captain Jiang, if you don’t go after her now, she’s going to be gone.”
Hearing Li Sang’s words, Uncle Lin’s advice echoed in Jiang Tai’an’s ears once more.
In critical moments, use necessary means.
He couldn’t engage in breaking and entering.
In that case…
“Qi Yan, go. Tie her up.”
Beside him, Li Sang’s eyes widened instantly. She slowly raised a hand and gave Jiang Tai’an a thumbs-up. “Captain Jiang, nice move.”
“Breaking and entering is a bit inappropriate for us. It’s better to bring her in for a talk.”
Li Sang’s eyes widened even further at those words.
“Inappropriate to break in,” he says, but kidnapping someone in broad daylight is fine?
If she didn’t know these people belonged to the State and were absolutely loyal, Li Sang would have thought she had joined a criminal gang that resorted to kidnapping at the slightest disagreement.
Luckily, she didn’t have to do the dirty work.
Upon hearing Jiang Tai’an’s order, the man named Qi Yan didn’t hesitate. He immediately walked toward the direction Xu Jiao had gone.
He didn’t even utter a word of doubt.
Sometimes, words were unnecessary.
Qi Yan moved without making a sound. In the blink of an eye, he was several meters away.
However, Xu Jiao still had a Doberman with her. They say Dobermans are protective of their owners—could Qi Yan successfully take her?
Actually, what Li Sang was mainly worried about was… Qi Yan looked so thin and scrawny. Could he handle it?
Three minutes later, she had her answer.
He could. Very much so.
With a single-arm waist carry. No matter how light Xu Jiao was, she had to weigh at least eighty or ninety pounds, right?
Qi Yan carried her back with one hand.
Crucially, his expression didn’t change at all throughout the process.
It was as if this task was terrifyingly simple to him.
Li Sang humbled herself.
She had been the one judging a book by its cover. Her mistake.
Who working in a classified unit could possibly be an ordinary person?
At this moment, Xu Jiao, who was being carried by the waist, didn’t dare move a muscle. She was hunched up like a shivering quail.
It wasn’t that she lacked backbone; it was that the person who came for her was too terrifying.
She had wanted to struggle earlier. She wanted to scream the moment he picked her up.
But the moment her hand accidentally brushed against a hard object at the man’s waist, the scream about to burst from her throat was forced back down.
It was a gun.
If her senses weren’t mistaken.
During those days after the apocalypse arrived, she had seen more guns than she had seen in TV dramas throughout the first half of her life.
On the day before she died, she even had the fortune of picking up a gun that had no bullets.
Because of that experience, she was absolutely certain that the object on this man’s waist was a firearm.
Knowing this, she didn’t dare struggle at all. She could only beg for mercy in a low voice, “I have an eighty-year-old mother and a three-year-old infant waiting to be fed… My house is empty, there’s nothing worth stealing…”
Li Sang heard this clearly. “Isn’t your mother in her forties? And a three-year-old infant? Captain Jiang, is that a thing?”
She didn’t remember that in the plot.
Jiang Tai’an didn’t answer her. Instead, he tilted his chin, signaling Qi Yan to put her into the vehicle.
Xu Jiao, who had been holding onto a shred of hope, felt her world collapse the moment she saw the man had three accomplices.
Overwhelming fear washed over her. Before she could even imagine a tragic end for herself, an official-sounding voice spoke in front of her.
“Xu Jiao, Han Chinese, born at Guangming Hospital, Xujia Village, Pintan County, Zhejiang Province. Later moved to the capital. Date of birth: June 21, 2398. Blood type AB. Divorced just yesterday. Currently single. Former husband’s name is Liu Cheng. The reason for the divorce was his multiple infidelities during the marriage…”
As the man in front of her accurately recited one detail after another about her life, Xu Jiao felt as if she had no privacy left. Her past was being bloodily torn open and spread out before him for his inspection.
The feeling was incredibly distressing, making her skin crawl and sending a chill from her head to her toes.
Seemingly noticing this, Li Sang tugged on Jiang Tai’an’s sleeve and coughed twice to interrupt his mechanical recitation. A friendly smile appeared on her face. “Don’t be afraid. We’re the good guys.”
“No bad person ever admits they’re a bad person.”
Li Sang was silenced for a moment. “…Then let me say something you can believe. You are a ‘reborn’ person. You returned with memories of your past life and brought an ‘outer-hook’—an exploit—with you. For example…”
“A spatial dimension that can store all things.”