Chapter 10 — After My Brother Passed Away, I Received a Mysterious Text Message

About half a minute later. She just spoke up again.

"Miss Vuong, is this okay?"

"Bring your employee card and documents proving Director Chu's identity to the reception desk."

"We will do the confirmation procedure."

"After that, you can ask the technical department to help you open the locker."

I immediately agreed.

"I'll be there in an hour."

After hanging up. I let out a long sigh. The first step was successful. Next is documents proving identity. I don't have a real employee card. But I have a brain. I went to a printing shop nearby. Use a computer to design an employee card for Tinh Vong Science and Technology. Card sample obtained online. Photo using my own photo. My name is Vuong Tinh. Position: Assistant General Director. After printing and laminating. It also looks quite similar. As for my brother's papers. I still have a photo of his ID card saved on my phone. Prepare everything. I took a taxi to Son Tuyen street. Thiet Quan gym is located at the base of an office building. The design style is very modern. I walked in with my head held high. Looks like a high-ranking office worker. The receptionist girl was the person who answered the phone just now. I showed her my fake employee card and my brother's ID photo. The girl hesitated for a few seconds. Finally called the technical department. The person who came was a tall repairman with a sturdy body. At first I thought he was carrying pliers or a lockpicking tool. Unexpectedly, he just reached into his pocket. Take out a bunch of keys. Then very skillfully choose one of them.

"Master key."

He smiled at me. So-called system vulnerabilities are sometimes that simple. We went to the locker area. Quickly find cabinet A113. The worker inserted the key into the lock. The cabinet door opened.

"Done."

I tried to keep my heart rate steady. Take out a black sports bag from the closet. Then quickly turned around and went into the dressing room next door. I chose a private room. Lock the door. Then unzip the bag. Inside were some workout clothes and a pair of sneakers. I poured it all out. My finger touched something hard. I took it out. It's a black leather-covered notebook. The first page only lists a name and a phone number. Ma Tu Vien (Tieu Ma) Behind is a series of numbers. It was Tieu Ma that the mysterious person mentioned. I immediately turned to the next pages. But what was written inside was not a diary. It's a series of confusing symbols. Date. Timestamp. IP address. Same code-like phrases.

"Project Nightingale."

"The Shepherd."

"Data stream number 7."

There are also hand-drawn network diagrams. Some server nodes are circled in red. Side note:

"Data export route."

I was stunned. This is not a diary. It's my brother's combat notebook. It is the key used to decode all the huge data inside the computer. I hugged the notebook tightly to my heart. Almost burst into tears. In the end, how many things did he shoulder alone? I put the notebook in my backpack. Take a few deep breaths. Adjust your emotions. Then prepare to leave. As soon as I walked to the gym door. My legs suddenly stopped. Through giant ground-level glass. I saw across the street a black Buick parked. The window was lowered halfway. In the driver's seat. Have a man is sitting. Even wearing sunglasses. But just look at that facial expression. Even if I turn into ashes, I will still recognize it. It's Truong Vien. He was not wearing a police uniform. Just sit quietly in the car. Just like a vulture waiting for its prey to appear. He's waiting for me. He knew I would come here. Cold sweat immediately soaked the back of his shirt. Since when was it revealed? My mind went blank for a moment. Immediately after that, a cold feeling spread throughout the body. Why did he appear here? How did he know I would come to this place? Is it a coincidence? No way. There aren't that many coincidences in this world. Truong Vien's appearance here has only one explanation. He already knew that I was coming. All my actions... Are under his control. A scary thought like a poisonous snake crawled into my head. Could it be... It was the person who sent the mysterious message who sold me out? Just led me to find clues. Just silently revealed my location to Truong Vien? This is a trap. A death trap designed specifically for me. My legs feel as heavy as lead. Can't lift it. I felt the receptionist's confusing eyes looking at me. Don't panic. If you panic now, you will surely die. You're a product manager. Must analyze. Be calm. Analyze the current situation.