Let's just drift through life together in this quick transmigration story.

Xiong Bufan ate all the food at the police station, and most of the officers had gone home. Xiong Bufan didn't see anyone come to pick him up.

Before Xiong Bufan could leave, the police officers tried to chase her away.

The main problem was that Xiong Bufan had an enormous appetite; he ate all the food in the police station in one meal.

The head chef swung the ladle so hard it was smoking, before all the police officers were finally able to eat.

Xiong Bufan sat in a chair, looking out the window at the lights, lost in thought.

Tian Fengxuan really has a bad reputation. She called people she knew in her contacts, but not a single one of them came to pick her up and take her home.

"Tian Fengxuan, come out."

When Xiong Bufan heard this, he thought someone had come to pick him up, but he saw a policewoman standing at the door with keys. "The police station is about to close. Just sign a safety form and go home."

"Can't I stay here a few more days and wait for someone to come and pick me up?"

The policewoman had never seen anyone reluctant to leave the police station before, but considering Xiong Bufan's appetite, she didn't hesitate to urge him on, saying, "Go on, your things are at the door."

"Ok."

Xiong Bufan stood at the entrance of the police station, pushing her stall. She didn't know where to go.

The stall was always getting in the way, so Xiong Bufan put it away in his spatial storage. Then he took out the money the old man had compensated him, smelled it, and went to visit the old man.

The old man was still depressed when he got home. Not only did he fail to swindle any money today, but he also handed over a thousand yuan and was struck by lightning many times. It was just too disgusting.

At dinner, the old man didn't eat much and went back to his room early to watch short urban fantasy dramas.

When Xiong Bufan arrived, the old man was still watching short dramas, and Xiong Bufan's appearance startled him.

Xiong Bufan, his face covered and holding a knife, shouted, "Robbery! Hand over all your valuables!"

The old man felt the voice sounded familiar, but couldn't quite place it. However, since someone had broken into his home to rob him, he wasn't going to let her get away with it. He grabbed the ashtray from the bedside table and threw it at her.

"Old woman, come quick! Someone's trying to rob us!"

No sooner had he spoken than a gaunt old woman rushed over, brandishing a kitchen knife, yelling, "Who dares to rob my house? Don't they want to live?"

"Hand over all the money!"

Xiong Bufan has always been one to seek revenge and dislike procrastination. He also has no laughable sympathy for bad people.

The old man wouldn't cooperate with Xiong Bufan's robbery, so Xiong Bufan had no choice but to take matters into his own hands, as revenge for what happened during the day.

Xiong Bufan kicked the old woman in the knee, then slapped the old man across the face. "I already said, this is robbery. Hand over all your valuables, or I won't let you go."

The old lady usually enjoys watching inspirational and safety-related videos. When she was hit, her first reaction was to give her money, saying, "Please don't hit this old man, I'll give you money, okay?"

Xiong Bufan nodded. "Let's go. If you dare to lie to me, I'll wipe out your entire family, including your unreasonable son."

"Yes Yes."

Although the old man didn't want to pay, he was even more afraid of dying. People tend to cherish their lives more and more. If he were younger, the old man felt he could still fight this shameless thief to the death.

After collecting the old man's gold jewelry, Xiong Bufan didn't forget to rob his kitchen and smash his TV before finally leaving. She never let go of anyone who caused her trouble.

After leaving the old man's house, Xiong Bufan felt lost; she didn't know where she should go.

Kongkong: "Bufan, why don't we go back to the original owner's rented room first?"

"Ok."

Guided by Kong Kong, Xiong Bufan ran past skyscrapers, flew over newly built residential buildings of five or six stories, and finally stopped in front of an old, second-hand community.

This is an area slated for demolition. The homeowners have already moved into their new homes, and the old houses that were not yet demolished were rented out at below-market prices.

The walls of the residential area were mostly covered with the word "demolish" written in red ink, and the streetlights flickered and then went out after a while, leaving the road pitch black again.

Xiong Bufan climbed up one staircase after another until he finally reached the top floor.

The room key was hanging around Xiong Bufan's neck. Xiong Bufan took out the key and opened the door.

The house is a small three-bedroom apartment, but the original owner only rented out one bedroom.

Xiong Bufan went straight to the house rented by Tian Fengxuan, took the key and opened the door.

The room was a bit messy, but still somewhat organized, though everything was what the original owner used for setting up a stall.

At the far end of the room is a 1.5*2 meter bed, with some mosquito netting and neatly arranged quilts.

The only thing Xiong Bufan was satisfied with in the room was the bed.

Xiong Bufan tossed her phone aside and pounced onto the bed. She hadn't had a break since she came into this world.

Kongkong: "Bufan, do you want to receive the memories? The original owner has worked several jobs and is about to get paid."

The original owner worked for Xiong Bufan, who received the money. Xiong Bufan liked this model.

"Kongkong, just tell me what your job is, and I'll go collect the debt tomorrow."

Knowing that Xiong Bufan could never remember what the original owner had experienced, Kongkong could only compromise and say, "Alright."

For two consecutive days, Xiong Bufan threw a tantrum and demanded all the money from Tian Fengxuan's four or five jobs, and then completely collapsed in his rented room.

If the house hadn't belonged to the landlord, Xiong Bufan would have wanted to sell it and buy himself a better house so he could enjoy life to the fullest.

Everything in the room was stuffed into the space, and Xiong Bufan lay on the bed to sleep. When he got hungry, he would go to the nearby buffet restaurant to show the owner the harsh realities of the world.

With no progress on the mission and no memory acquisition, Xiong Bufan simply lay flat in the rented room.

Kongkong was too lazy to urge Xiong Bufan, since if she focused on the task, she could finish it in an hour if she was quick.

"Ring ring, ring ring," a phone call startled Xiong Bufan, who was lost in thought.

"Hello."

The person on the other end of the phone seemed impatient upon hearing the greeting, but quickly calmed down, their emotions shifting so rapidly that Xiong Bufan didn't bother to catch them. "Feng Xuan, where are you now? Have you left the police station?"

These two sentences awakened Xiong Bufan's memory, and he said irritably, "What do you want from me?"

"Feng Xuan, I really forgot about what happened at the police station. By the time I remembered, you were already out."

"Oh."

The other party seemed oblivious to Xiong Bufan's anger and continued, "Feng Xuan, the school wants us to buy study materials."

"I have no money."