Chapter 4 — After My Brother Passed Away, I Received a Mysterious Text Message

Immediately after that, he immediately turned the board over. Below is empty. He was stunned. The whole body stiffened in place. Even though I couldn't see his face clearly, I could still feel the surprise and anger radiating from him. He frantically groped with his hands in the empty space. Nothing. He suddenly stood up. Frustrated, he walked back and forth two times. Then take out your phone and turn on the flashlight. A cold white light swept across the dark room. Sweep across the sofa. Scan over the tea table. Scan over TV. Stop in front of the bedroom door. I was so scared that I almost stopped breathing. I felt like his eyes were piercing through the door. Looking straight at me. He's coming soon. He was about to discover me. My palms were drenched in cold sweat. I squeezed the small USB until it hurt. The sound of his footsteps. Get closer. Every step feels like stepping on my heart. Just as his hand was about to touch the bedroom door handle. His phone suddenly rang. The bell rang in the quiet night, shrill and terrifying. He picked up the phone. The voice is suppressed very low.

"The stuff is no longer here."

"It was taken by someone else."

"I don't know who it is, the scene is very clean."

The moment I heard that voice. I was stunned. Familiar. I'm sure I've heard it somewhere. It was a deep male voice, carrying the aura of someone he knew giving orders. I frantically searched through my memories. I don't know what the other person said. His voice became more irritated.

"I don't know how!"

"The police could come at any moment, I have to go."

"On your side, handle it cleanly, don't leave any loopholes."

He hung up. Do not continue to open the bedroom door anymore. The beam of light from the flashlight swept across the floor. Perhaps he saw the rainwater marks on the soles of my shoes that I left when I entered. He knew there was someone in the house. But he still chose to leave. He walked quickly to the door. Disappeared into the hallway. I leaned my back against the cold door. Legs are soft. Almost collapsed to the ground. I breathed heavily. I really thought I was going to die. I remember now. That voice. It's So Minh. Deputy general director of my brother's company. It was So Minh who patted my brother on the shoulder at the company's year-end party and smiled and said:

"Chu Duong is the future pillar of the company."

It is also So Minh who often comments and comments on my brother's posts like a close elder. Why did he appear here in the middle of the night? Why did he want to find this USB? His brother's death... As expected, it had something to do with him. I squeezed the USB in my hand. You mustn't panic. You are the only one who can find out the truth for your brother. I stood behind the door for a long time. Until the sensor light in the hallway completely turned off, there was no longer any sound outside. I dared to slowly move my body, which was stiff from tension. That name was like a knife carved into my mind. Is he the murderer? Or just one of the people involved? What secret is this USB hiding? A secret so big that he did not hesitate to kill people to cover it up. I walked out to the living room. The floorboard that had been pried up still left a small gap, looking like it was silently mocking everyone. In the air, in addition to the familiar smell of his brother's lemon-scented laundry detergent, it seemed to linger a cold and strange scent of men's perfume. It's the smell of So Minh. I have to immediately see the content inside this USB. Looking around, I quickly found my brother's office. The laptop on the table still lay silently. I walked over and turned on the phone. The screen lights up. The password entry interface appears. Password... What will the brother set as the password? Your date of birth? My date of birth? Or parents' birthday? I tried each one. All are wrong. I forced myself to calm down. The older brother is a careful, thoughtful person, and is also extremely emotional. The password is definitely not a simple series of numbers. It must be something that has special meaning to you. I stared at the profile picture on the login screen. It was a photo of the two brothers when they were children. In the photo, he carries me on his back. Smile as bright as the sun. Behind is an old tree in the yard of the old house. Suddenly I remembered something. That year, I did not get the results I wanted for the university entrance exam. I locked myself in my room, not eating or drinking. It was my brother who pried open the door and barged in. Hugged me and said:

"Tieu Tinh, don't be afraid."

"Even if the sky falls, I'll still be there to support you."

"You just keep moving forward, I will always be your support."

Forever be my support. I brought trembling fingers to the keyboard. Type a string of characters. woyongyuanshinidehoudun Not true. I continue to remember. Last week when he called, he told me:

"Tieu Tinh, live well."

"Every day must be happy."

I enter the first letter of that sentence. I started to get impatient. There's not much time left. The police can come at any time. I have to get all the information before they show up.