Chapter 7 — Conspiracy Before Admission Day

But in every choice, they choose a worse path. Half a month later, Ha Minh Xuyen asked to meet me. The lawyer said: "Maybe he wants to talk about the wedding house and money transfer, you can not go." I went. Not because of softness. But because I wanted to confirm with my own eyes how rotten the person I once loved had become. In the meeting room, Ha Minh Xuyen wore a detention camp shirt, had a shaggy beard, and lost his usual politeness. As soon as he saw me, his eyes immediately turned red. "Nam Chi, why did we become like this?" I sat down. "Starting from the day you tried to destroy me." He bowed his head, his voice was hoarse. "I admit, I was wrong. But I really didn't intend to make others die, nor did I intend to make you die. Everything was out of control." I looked at him. "When you sent the collage video to Wei Tranh, implying that I will rely on my connections to get recruited, do you think he will lose control? "He was silent. "I know his father just died, his emotions have collapsed. I also know what consequences it will cause if he comes to the scene. I just bet that that knife will not really crash, or even if it crashes, it has nothing to do with me." Ha Minh Xuyen raised his head and said impatiently: "Nam Chi, anyway, we are together." I was planning to get married. Can you write me a letter asking for relief? My parents are not in good health, I can't go to jail." I asked him: "Can Wei Guanglin still return home?" His face was pale. I stood up. "The engagement is over. The house, transfer money and shared expenses, I will let the lawyer calculate each item. You and Tham Nhuoc Duong violated my honor, obstructed the recruitment process, participated in fabricating accident evidence, I will prosecute all of them." His voice suddenly raised. "Do you have to be so unfaithful?" I turned my head to look at him. "Ha Minh Xuyen, when you pushed me into the path of death, Have you ever criticized yourself for being too cruel?" His lips trembled, unable to say another word. I walked out of the meeting room, the sunlight was so bright that my eyes hurt. I don't cry. Just felt dirty.9Finally, the traffic police announced the conclusion of the accident re-evaluation. The car that caused the accident was a white SUV with a fake license plate, unrelated to the car in my name. The night of the accident, my car wouldn't start or leave the garage. I myself have a complete alibi. The direct cause of Wei Quang Lam's death was that the driver of the car with a fake license plate drove after drinking, speeding past the crosswalk, and fled after the collision, delaying medical treatment. Luong Kien Quan is suspected of helping destroy evidence. Ha Minh Xuyen is suspected of fabricating and distributing misleading accident videos, disturbing public order, and participating in planning the car incident using fake license plates. Tham Nhuoc Duong is suspected of planning and inciting the victim's family members to rush into the scene to explain and conduct background checks. After the announcement was published, the direction of online public opinion immediately reversed. The people who once scolded me as a "murderer" began to scold Ha Minh Xuyen and Tham Nhuoc Duong. Someone sent me a private message to apologize. There were also people who said: "Is it reversed? So I deleted the comment." A light sentence, as if nothing had ever happened. But I remember those words clearly. "Go to hell." "This type of person doesn't deserve to be hired." "Recommend investigating her whole family." "Why hasn't the dead man's son taken action yet?" The online knife had no blood. But when I cut myself, it still hurts like that. The recruitment unit notified me to participate in a background check interview. Disciplinary inspection officer

personally called me. "Comrade Tham Nam Chi, previously the process was paused because of serious public opinion, that is a procedural requirement. Now that the truth has been clearly investigated, the process of checking your background will continue." He paused. "The unit will also clarify the situation in the internal announcement." I said: "Thank you." That day, before going in for the interview, I stood downstairs for a long time. There are no more banners in front of the office gate. There are also no live streaming cameras. But I still remember the look of Wei Zheng holding a knife and rushing towards me. At night, I started having nightmares constantly. I dreamed I was standing in the middle of a crowd. Everyone raised their phones. Ha Minh Xuyen stood next to him and said he believed I didn't mean it. Tham Nhuoc Duong cried and told her to admit her mistake. Wei Tranh rushed out of the crowd, his knife tip shining. When I woke up, my pajamas were soaked. After that, the recruitment unit arranged psychological counseling for me. The counselor said, “This is a post-traumatic reaction, it doesn't mean you're weak.” I nodded. In the past, I always felt that if I just showed evidence, the world would be quiet. But later I understood. Evidence takes time. Malice is not needed. Phuong Tinh Hoa often calls me. The way she talked was still like she was solving a crime. "Have you eaten yet?"