Chapter 8 — Conspiracy Before Admission Day

"Don't drink iced coffee without sugar all day. How uncomfortable is hypoglycemia, haven't you seen it yet?" "Next week, check the copy of the background check again, don't let bad people affect the main thing." The first time I went to her house to eat, her husband poured me a bowl of hot soup. "Are you the girl who saved Mrs. Phuong? That day she went out without sugar, and almost died in the subway station."Phuong Tinh Hoa glared at him. "In front of her, stop saying bad things about me." I laughed. Laughing for a while, my eyes were a little teary. My mother passed away early. After my father remarried, the word home always seemed to me like it was separated by a layer of glass. Unexpectedly, at the most difficult time, an elderly person I had helped made me feel some real warmth. Later, Wei Zheng came to find me. After handing over the photo of the fruit peeler to the police, he remained silent. When we met, he stood in front of me, bowing his head very low. "Miss Tham, I'm sorry. I almost killed you." I looked at him. "You should apologize, but not only you should apologize to me." His eyes turned red. "I know. If my father were still alive, he wouldn't want me to become like that." I didn't comfort him. Wei Guanglin cannot return. My nightmares won't go away just because of an apology. But at least, the truth was not buried. 10 Half a year later, I officially started working. The day I went to report, there was a little rain in the provincial capital city. I stood in front of the office building, holding the admission notice tightly in my hand, suddenly feeling a bit panicked. It took me many years to be able to step in front of this piece of paper. Just a little closer, it was completely crushed by a car using a fake license plate, a cut video and a wave of malicious public opinion. Office on the sixth floor. The manager in charge of guiding me was named Chu, a middle-aged woman who spoke very quickly. She handed me a stack of documents. "Newcomers don't rush to show off, first you have to understand the process. The most feared thing in the disciplinary inspection job is having preconceived notions, do you hear me?" I nodded. "I heard you clearly." She looked at me. "Your story, we all know. If what's past, then move forward. But don't forget, the process is not something to show off, but the final boundary that protects good people." I froze. "I will remember." In the first month When I first started working, my job was to organize the most basic documents. Contact tracking book. Working minutes. List of evidence. Every thing is very boring, but makes me feel secure. I like this feeling of peace of mind. Because it tells me the world doesn't just operate on emotions. It also has documents, time, signatures, originals, routes and records that cannot be arbitrarily deleted. Tham Nhuoc Duong lost his eligibility for additional recruitment. The case related to her is still being investigated, and the school and recruitment unit have both handled it. My stepmother came to see me once. She cried and said: "Nam Chi, Nhuoc Duong is still young. He already knew he was wrong. Can you not prosecute too harshly?" I asked her: "Wei Guanglin is not young, so does he deserve to die?" Her face was gray. "But she is my sister." I calmly said: "From the moment she wanted me to make way for her life, she was no longer my sister." Finally Finally, she said nothing more. On Ha Minh Xuyen's side, the lawyer continued to help me handle the dispute about the wedding house and transfer money. His parents also asked someone to spread the word, saying they were ready to compensate, and only asked me to write a paper asking for relief. I refuse. I don't take revenge. But I won't help them reduce the price they have to pay. The matter should be left to the law

Then leave it to the law. Afterwards, the Wei family sent me a handwritten letter. The letter was written by Wei Zheng. He said his father was honest all his life and didn't have much education, but often said people shouldn't slander good people. He said the family will continue to pursue the responsibility of the person who actually caused the accident. He also thanked me for persistently investigating, preventing him from truly becoming a dagger in the hands of others. I put that letter in a drawer. Not to forgive anyone. But to remind ourselves that the truth is worth it. That night, I worked overtime until nine o'clock. When I returned to the rented house, my stomach was so hungry that it ached. I cooked a bowl of noodles with green vegetables and eggs, and as soon as I brought it to the table, a line of words suddenly appeared before my eyes. 【The noodles are about to bloom, eat first.】 I was stunned for a few seconds. Then burst out laughing. Turns out it's still there. Only this time, it didn't tell me where the accident would happen, who wanted to harm me, which knife would hit me. It just reminds me to eat rice. After that, the words occasionally appeared. 【There's a work session tomorrow morning, don't forget to bring batteries for the recorder.】 【The umbrella is in the second drawer of the cabinet next to the door.】 【Phuong Tinh Hoa said you came to eat dumplings on the weekend, remember to call to answer.】 【No one wants to hurt you today.】 【Today is just a normal day.】 【Normal is also very good.】