Reborn: I Stock Up and Bully the Trash to Dominate the Apocalypse

Qi Mingyu was silent for a while, thinking about the best solution. Finally, he said, "Wanwan, do you have a table for the mothership restaurant in your space?"

Zhou Shuwan was startled for a moment, then understood what he meant. His eyes lit up, "There's no such thing as an exact duplicate! But the dining tables on the mothership are all like this. I know what to do."

Qi Mingyu smiled in her direction.

He gave the simplest and safest way to defuse the bomb.

After breakfast, the family headed to the mothership together.

Zhou Shuwan, Qi Mingyu and Zhou Jianghai were responsible for the bomb and the letter.

Zhong Tiyun and Mu Mu went to work as usual, just like usual.

They greeted acquaintances on the road and chatted and laughed. No one could tell that they had experienced a thrilling life-and-death struggle, nor could anyone guess the purpose of their trip.

The huge shadow of the mothership loomed over them, and the air was filled with the mixed smell of steel and sea water, mixed with a faint smell of paint.

After arriving at the mothership, Zhou Shuwan went straight to the rescue area.

In the rescue area, the wounded were either lying or sitting, uttering low groans.

The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant mixed with a faint smell of blood, which made people feel depressed.

In the corridor, medical staff walked hurriedly, their footsteps light and quick, and the nurses pushed the beds, making squeaking noises.

Zhou Shuwan skillfully walked through the crowd and came to the end of the corridor, which was the emergency passage to the rescue area and usually few people came there.

Qi Mingyu and Zhou Jianghai followed closely behind her, scanning the surroundings vigilantly.

They didn't speak, only the sound of footsteps echoed in the quiet corridor.

When he reached the end of the corridor, Zhou Shuwan stopped and pointed to a pile of empty long tables not far away, about twenty or thirty of them.

These tables are exactly the same as those in the restaurant.

The tables in the restaurant are long and large enough for an adult to lie down on.

There were not enough beds in the rescue area, so a long time ago, dozens of long tables from the restaurant were moved in to serve as spare beds.

Zhou Shuwan had worked in the rescue area, so he knew that there was an unattended long table stored here.

With Zhou Jianghai and Qi Mingyu blocking the way, she quickly put a dining table into the space.

It happened so quickly that no one noticed.

Then the three of them walked towards the mothership restaurant.

It was past dinner time and the restaurant was almost empty, with only two chefs busy at work in the window.

Zhou Shuwan and Qi Mingyu strolled casually in the restaurant, their hands touching the table from time to time, and soon found their target.

She said softly, "Brother Xiao Yu, let's just sit here."

Qi Mingyu nodded and followed her to stop in front of the dining table.

Zhou Jianghai went to the window and ordered three servings of taro soup, blocking the window clerk's view.

Zhou Shuwan once again used his spatial ability to silently store the bomb under the table into the space.

Then quickly put out the dining table collected from the rescue area.

All this happened so quickly, almost within the same second, that even the cleaner in charge of cleaning was unable to notice it.

Even if someone stared at this place, they would only feel that their eyes were dazzled and the dining table just shook slightly.

"Let's go, the table here is a bit uneven, let's go over there." Zhou Shuwan said with a relaxed smile, pulling Qi Mingyu's hand and going to another dining table.

This was the dining table with the letter paper stuck on the bottom that Zhou Shuwan had discovered earlier.

After sitting down, she tore off the letter from under the table, unfolded it and examined it carefully.

The paper was very rough and the handwriting on it was crooked, as if it was written by a madman.

The letter described in detail how he discovered that Zhou Shuwan possessed a space, and how the deaths of Lin Youyang and Dr. Wei, father and son, were all related to the Zhou family.