Chapter 8 — Conspiracy Award

Take the liability exemption clause signed by Luong Chinh Khon himself under my coercion today. Each item is neatly arranged on the iron table. The chain of evidence is completely closed. Not only did Luong Chinh Khon swap real and fake money, he also intended to use my old account to launder dirty money, finally blaming all the blame on a "psychopath". Luong Chinh Khon stiffened in place, his whole body tensed. But he was still struggling one last time. “What does this data mean?” He gritted his teeth. "Anyone can walk into my office. Cleaning staff, secretaries, even people from the administrative department." He suddenly turned his head and looked at Chau Man like a poisonous snake. “It's you!” “This greedy bank employee colluded with outsiders to create this scam!” “Do you want to throw dirty water on me?” What a move to leave the car and keep the general. I walked over and looked at Chau Man who was shaking like a leaf. “Staff Chau.” There wasn't much emotion in my voice. "Last month, you didn't have enough money for a down payment to buy a house. He promised to promote your husband after the job was done, and even took a store in his name to pay you, right?" Chau Man suddenly raised her head, the fear on her face overwhelming everything. “But just now.” "The human resources department of Hoanh Vien Group has completed the process of firing your husband at the subsidiary." “Do you feel like after eight hundred and eighty thousand yuan fell into his pocket, where will you go to pick up that store?” “To prison?” The last brick was pulled out by me. Chau Man's mental defense completely collapsed. She frantically grabbed the phone, crawled and rolled in front of Giang Nham. "I want to report the crime! I want to make amends!" “It was all because he ordered me!” She frantically opened the messaging app. On the screen are conversations that make people scared. The conversation between her and “Chairman Luong”. “Chairman Luong: She will bring the money tomorrow, everything will go according to the original plan, block the money.” "Chau Man: I understand. I will complete the pre-entry on the system before she arrives. As for the store..." "President Luong: Change the name next week." Then, she opened a call recording again. That was the content of the phone call last Friday, when Luong Chinh Khon personally instructed her how to correct the system's timestamp. Every sentence, every command is clear. After Captain Tien checked all electronic signatures and timeline on the phone. He waved his hand. “Luong Chinh Khon, Chau Man.” “The two are suspected of committing many serious crimes, including financial fraud, falsifying business documents and misappropriating company assets.” “Take them all away!” Several policemen rushed forward at once, handcuffs were directly tied to Luong Chinh Khon's wrists. He didn't protest, just stared at me with his bloodshot eyes. When passing by my side. He suddenly stopped walking. “To Can.” His voice was hoarse as if he had just swallowed a handful of sand. “You acted so passionately in this play, it seems like you planned everything in advance.” I looked at him, neither saying yes nor no. Three months ago, when I first discovered he was involved in money laundering, I knew sooner or later he would find a way to get rid of me. “You are not paranoid.” He smiled coldly. “You are a crazy person.” “No, Chairman Luong.” I met his gaze. “It was you who taught me.” “Fear is the most useful armor in the world.” Police lights flashed frantically outside the window. The transaction hall returned to its empty, quiet appearance. Duong Duyet walked over and put his coat on my shoulders. “Let's go, let's take you to the hospital to have your hand checked.” “Wait a minute.” I used my uninjured left hand to take out the phone. On the screen was a text message sent by a psychiatrist two minutes ago. "To Can, will you still come to the follow-up appointment next week? Lately, do you still feel like someone wants to harm you?" I looked at the screen and typed down a line. "Doctor." “If a patient with persecutory delusion is actually being harmed by someone else, then that's it

Is it still considered paranoid?” I hit send. Then he pushed open the bank door, and the cold wind carrying snowflakes hit his face. There weren't many people on the street in the middle of winter. Behind the trash can not far away, a figure flashed past. I don't know if it's a hallucination or a new tracking episode. But I'm no longer afraid. Because not only can I survive in hell, but I can also conveniently drag demons into the pit of fire.