Chapter 2 — Class Leader Sa Net Phap

Messages jump faster and faster. I showed the phone to Ly Chi. Ly Chi raised his eyebrows: "This guy still dares to flirt in the group?" "He's testing." I said, "He wants to see how much I know." "So how do you plan to handle it?" I looked at Vuong Bin's message on the phone screen, after the @ character was my name. Yesterday he said I was poor. Today he was going to drag me into the mud. I exited the chat interface and called the action team. "Extract Vuong Bin's payment records and call history, focus on checking all his contacts with Van Hao Pullman in the past three months. In addition, notify the technical department to issue a wanted notice, this person may have escaped." Hanging up the phone, I looked at the chat group again. Vuong Bin sent another message: "Is it possible that someone really believes what those girls say? It's just that they drink too much, women nowadays can't even drink a little alcohol, they always cause trouble for others." I put the phone in my pocket and said to Ly Chi: "Go, go to the hospital room to see the situation of Trieu Thien and everyone."——Trieu Thien's hospital room is at the bottom of the third floor. When I pushed the door open and walked in, she was sitting on the bed, her knees curled up close to her chest, her whole body curled into a ball. Seeing me walk in, she was a little stunned. Then her eyes turned red immediately. “Chu Vien?” “It's me.” She moved her lips, her voice hoarse: “You didn't go yesterday?” “Didn't go.” “Then why did you ——” “I'm a police officer.” I showed her the mission card, "Last night's actions were led by me." Trieu Thien stared at the mission card, as if she hadn't had time to react. A long time later, she suddenly hugged her face, her shoulders shaking. "I felt bad... that glass of wine didn't taste right... I told him, I told him I didn't want to drink anymore, he kept forcing me to drink... What did he say that if classmates gathered without drinking alcohol, they would lose their atmosphere..." "Him? Who forced you to drink?" "Vuong Bin." Trieu Thien raised her head, her eyes were bloodshot, "He constantly pressed wine, kept bringing it, said something that forced him to drink, and said that anyone who didn't drink was disrespected. At that time, I felt dizzy and wanted to go, but my legs were weak..." At this point, she couldn't continue talking. I didn't rush her. Standing still for two minutes, waiting for her to calm down a bit, I spoke up: "Trieu Thien, what you just said, a colleague will come to take detailed testimony later. I came today to confirm something with you." "What's the matter?" "Before holding this class reunion, did Vuong Bin contact you privately?" Trieu Thien wiped her tears and nodded. "Yes. About two weeks ago, he suddenly became WeChat friends with you." I said I hadn't contacted him for a long time and wanted to catch up on the past. I thought it was just a normal question, but as soon as he came in, he asked me about my situation - asked me if I was married, where I worked, what area I lived in. "How did you answer?" "I told him I was divorced and raised my children alone. At that time, he sent me a 'heartbroken' icon, saying 'I'll invite you to dinner someday'. After that, I received a notification from the group for a class meeting I understand clearly. Six girls, at least three of whom are divorced or single. Vuong Ban specializes in "soft persimmons". After leaving the hospital room, I went to visit Ly Man and Duong Linh again, the situation was also very similar - both were sent private messages by Vuong Ban to probe before the class reunion, both of whom have unstable marital status at present. At this step, the motive and method of committing the crime are clear. Organizing class meetings is the screen, screening targets is the purpose. The so-called "men share money for women for free" is not generosity —— but a bait. ——Three o'clock in the afternoon, the communication technology room

arrive. In Vuong Bin's bank statement, in the past three months there were seven money transfers to the lobby manager of Van Hao Pullman. Each amount ranges from twenty thousand to fifty thousand yuan. The call history was even more interesting —— the frequency of him calling an unregistered number was extremely high. After tracking by technology, it was discovered that the number was registered under the name of an overseas company. I was in the office piecing together this information when the phone rang again. Still a college group. This time it was not Vuong Bin who sent it. It was another male classmate, named Truong Loi. "Everyone, I think this matter has a twist. Last night I was also present, and saw with my own eyes Vuong Bin continuously pouring wine for the girls, a few times even deliberately bringing it to them. At that time I thought it was strange, but didn't think much of it. Now when I think about it, I get chills." As soon as this message appeared, the whole group immediately exploded. "What do you mean Truong Loi? Are you referring to Vuong Bin?" "Don't talk nonsense, how could Vuong Bin do this kind of thing? That person is a senior director of a listed company!" "That's right, what is that person's status, is it worth doing that?" "I don't care if you believe it or not, in short, I say what I see."