Chapter 15 — Behind the 50cm Wall Is a Secret

My house is covered with yellow security wire. The once warm living room— Now filled with police and forensics in white protective suits. Heavy, suffocating. I was arranged to sit on the sofa. A young female police officer was next to her. She poured warm water and softly comforted me. Didn't hear anything. In my ears— There was only a dull pounding sound— Coming from the bedroom. They are tearing down the wall. Also breaking— My last line of defense. Twenty days. Tens of thousands of nails. I built that wall— To keep the world out. But I never thought— The greatest evil— Comes from within. It was there— From the beginning. Right next to me. Sleep with me. I don't dare to think— During the nights I sleep soundly— Just a wall away— Is a decomposing body. Chills me to the bone. Time passed— The pounding stopped. A forensic scientist came out. Remove the mask. Nodded to the sheriff.

“Confirmed.”

Like a rock falling into the heart. Twenty-four hours later— I was in the interrogation room. I recounted everything. From the first day I heard the drilling sound— To Ly Tinh's blackmail call. Don't miss any detail. I submit all the evidence. My testimony— Same confession as Ly Tinh— Same scene— Closing into a complete chain. The next afternoon— I walked out of the station. The old policeman saw me off. Ly Tinh pleaded guilty. Motive, method— Perfect match. As for Vuong Loi— In the camp— Hearing that his younger brother died— And what his sister-in-law did— Just overnight— His hair turned white. His empire— Yet another murder. It is the heaviest sentence. The police looked at me. His eyes were both compassionate and respectful.

“Your case… is over.”

“You are not just a victim.”

“But also an important whistleblower.”

“The city will consider rewarding you.”

I shook my head.

“I just want to… go home and get some sleep.”

Return to the area. Tieu Truong. Eyes avoided. This house— Has become a "house of conviction". I opened the door. Living room— Cleaned. But the smell of disinfectant— Still lingers. I slowly— Walked to the bedroom door. Instead— It was a large, dark hole. I saw clearly— Next to Vuong Chan's house— The wall was also chiseled. Two houses— Connected— In the scariest way. Blowing in from the hole. This fight— Maybe I win. But standing in front of the ruined house— I felt— I lost everything. Half a year later. In the early afternoon of summer, sunlight passed through the clean glass and fell onto the keyboard in front of me. The room was very quiet. Only the sound of my fingertips tapping the keyboard—click, click. That sound is as gentle as a lullaby. I'm not moving. When everyone thought I would leave this haunted place, I chose to stay. I hired the best construction team to seal that big hole. Use the strongest steel and thickest concrete. Then personally redesign the entire house, inside and out. The color changes to a warm creamy white. The interior was replaced with natural wood—something I really like. The first day I stepped into my new house, I stepped out of the past. That wall. Those memories that can't be looked back— were all buried by my own hands. Ly Tinh was sentenced to life in prison. The child was placed in a foster home. Wang Lei, cumulative charges—a sentence long enough for him to grow old behind bars. Hang Loi Group— completely bankrupt. After that storm, we finally turned to another turn in life. Story mine, through the media, exploded violently. The company once "banned" me forever—the boss personally brought someone to apologize three times. I refuse. A leading domestic film company came to me. They didn't choose my story. the way I think. the way I set it up. and calm coolness in the midst of chaos.

“Chu Vu, you were born to write scripts.”

I received the biggest signing of my career. Become a key screenwriter. Have your own team. There is space to be creative. No more having to bow your head for food and clothing. No more having to endure unreasonable requests. Finally taking back control of my life. Occasionally, I still stand in front of a new wall. The wall surface is flat and smooth. Slight paint smell. I put my hand on it. No more vibrations. No longer cold. It is no longer a fortress. It's no longer a grave. an ordinary wall. Quietly standing there. Witnessing a woman— using her wisdom and courage— take on the world. I returned to my desk. Wear headphones. No more white noise against the world. It's a gentle piano piece I love. I took a deep breath. Type down the last word of the new script. Outside the window— the sun is beautiful, the wind is gentle. strangely quiet. is my only document. And now, I have reclaimed it— in a way that no one can take away from me again.