Chapter 4 — Conspiracy Award

“Who gave you the right to search with violence?” The lawyer stepped up, pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, and gave his prepared explanation. “Police, you misunderstood.” "This is not a search. This is a legal preservation of evidence carried out by the business in front of the police, to prevent the suspect from destroying evidence." I was pulled and pushed by two security guards into an on-duty room next to the transaction counter. A dark room less than five square meters. On all four sides are white walls, inside there is only an iron table. The door "banged" and was locked from the outside. Less than a few minutes later, the lock turned and Luong Chinh Khon walked in alone. In his hand was the newly revised agreement, along with a box of bright red ink. “Tieu To, why do I have to suffer like this?” He slammed the agreement on the iron table. “Sign, point.” "I won't pursue it anymore, this matter is over." I hugged my swollen right wrist. “This room.” I didn't look at the agreement but raised my head to look at the camera with a red light in the corner of the wall. “There are no windows, no ventilation holes, not even a glass of water.” “If I stay here I go into shock from lack of oxygen and break my wrist.” I looked straight at Luong Chinh Khon. “The Jiang police outside will quickly know that you are illegally detaining people.” “I asked police officer Giang to come here personally to check whether this room is qualified to hold people or not.” The corner of Luong Chinh Khon's mouth twitched violently. He calls rain and wind at work, and is used to using these consecutive blows to destroy the psychological defense of his subordinates. But the person he met was me. A madman considers persecutory paranoia a daily exercise. “It's really unreasonable.” He snorted coldly, took back the agreement and turned to leave. The iron door was locked again. My hands were so painful they were shaking, and my whole body was covered in cold sweat. But listening to the vague sounds outside, I knew things were about to reach the breaking point. A few minutes later. Suddenly there was an extremely shrill sound of high heels outside. “Cop, tap, tap.” Extremely urgent. Then came Chau Man's slightly panicked report: "Officer Giang, this suitcase needs to be re-sealed..." "Wait a minute!" That voice was clear and decisive. Duyet Street. She finally arrived. The iron door was pushed open forcefully. Duong Duyet was wearing a black business suit, behind him was a thin man wearing glasses, with the employee card of the City Notary Office hanging on his chest. She rushed in, saw my swollen wrist and immediately turned pale. But she didn't say a word, turned around and strode back to the center of the hall. In his hand he held up a thick parchment bag. “Police Giang.” Duong Duyet pointed to the silver password suitcase behind the counter. “The suitcase is being placed on the bank's seizure table.” “Absolutely not the suitcase given at Hoanh Vien Group's year-end party today!” 5 The whole hall was silent. Without saying a word, Duong Duyet directly opened the seal of the cowhide paper bag. The first document is several high-resolution color photos. “This is a panoramic photo taken at nine thirty in the morning, when the suitcase sealing at the backstage of the year-end party was just completed.” She placed the photos side by side on the counter. On the side of the silver suitcase in the photo, there is a series of codes engraved by laser, seen very clearly: Hoanh Vien asset code number 20240118. This is the private asset code of Hoanh Vien Group. The suitcase is being kept behind the counter by Chau Man. The code printed on it is: BC-7703. The second document is a stamped weight slip. "Eight hundred and eighty thousand new currency has a standard weight of 9.68 kilograms. The accompanying suitcase weighs 2.3 kilograms. Total 11.98 kilograms." “This is the notarized weighing record at the scene.” The third document is also the most fatal. “This is a machine-scanned data copy of the entire serial number of the eight hundred and eighty thousand yuan of cash in the original suitcase.” Duong Duyet placed the entire chain of evidence in front of Giang Nham in one breath. All of these are the positions I have made

p ranked during the past three months. They thought they were dealing with a weak woman who had a mental breakdown. But actually, during these three months, everything I went through was recorded. Giang Nham picked up the photos. He walked up to the counter, bent down, and used a law enforcement camera to film the suitcase bearing the code BC-7703. Then compare the scratches and wear positions on the lock of the original suitcase in the photo. Completely different. The blood on Chau Man's face disappeared completely. “No, this is impossible.” She waved her hands in panic. “Clearly the suitcase she brought in was this one, the camera captured it very clearly!” I walked out of the on-call room and used my hand to lift my injured wrist. “Employee Chau, so what is this?” I held the "Record of confiscation of counterfeit money" that Chau Man had forcibly drawn up earlier. “On the third line, what did you write yourself?”