I looked at Ning Wenyuan lying on the ICU bed through the glass, his heart still beating. I couldn't help but wonder: are all the bodies of transmigrators so resistant?

I didn't want to use this trick originally.

I sighed and returned to my own hospital room, dialing the female police officer's phone number.

"Xiaoning? What's wrong?" Her voice was accompanied by the sound of electricity.

"Hello, I have a clue about a large-scale illegal dark web fundraising and the concealed storage of usable wooden silos. The perpetrator is Ning Wenyuan. I hope you can come as soon as possible." I played with the fruit knife in my hand and reported it word by word.

There was an obvious intake of breath on the other end of the phone, and she immediately collected herself and replied, "I'll come right away."

Several other detectives came with her this time, all of them experienced.

They took me to a conference room and surrounded me.

"Is what you just said true? Kid, you can't provide false leads!" The first question came from a seasoned detective who looked around 50 years old, and his eyes were full of caution and suspicion as he looked at me.

I nodded and took out a prepared piece of paper, which had Ning Wenyuan's bank card number and the address of the apartment where we used to live, and handed it calmly to the old detective.

Under the increasingly bewildered gazes of everyone present, I began to explain, "As far back as I can remember, my older brother Ning Wenyuan has always been a somewhat mysterious person.

"I believe all the police officers here know about my family background. We owed a full 1 billion, and on the day the debtors came knocking at our door, my brother suddenly produced a black card with 10 billion in liquid capital. However, to my knowledge, he did not have any industry or opportunity that could earn him 10 billion through any of the channels I am aware of."

I recalled the day the man in the suit let me go.

Without thinking, I muttered, "There really are people who can come up with 10 billion out of thin air. They must be from the dark web."

Under their increasingly serious gaze, I revealed the second clue, "The master bedroom bed in the apartment at this address is hollow underneath, and there is a safe with Ning Wenyuan's birthday as the password. Inside it is a wooden silo that can fire real bullets."

One of the younger detectives stood up and said to me, "Before we verify the wooden silo, we can only ask you to wait here for a while."

I nodded, indicating that I had no objections.

Half an hour later, I saw a message on the female detective's phone.

[The wooden silo has been confiscated.]

I was taken back to the police station. For three whole days, both the ICU and the police station were strictly monitored.

Three days later, I saw the news.

[The city has uncovered a case of large-scale illegal fundraising involving dark web crimes! The suspect is Ning Wenyuan, a former well-known heir to the city's jewelry business...]

The female detective opened the door to the small room, with a complex expression on her face. She said, "Thank you for providing the clues. You are now free."

I looked at her and smiled slightly, "Can you do me a favor?"