Chapter 1 — Data Doesn't Lie

The first line on the hot search board is a video of hot internet girl On Le crying while saying that my father violated her in the tech call car. The collar was torn, the wrist had red marks, and the route of the platform also actually had my father's license plate number. Everyone believes her. My father, Hua Thu Thanh, had his account locked by the platform, was boycotted by his colleagues, and was scolded by the whole network as a "animal that has lost all humanity". Three days later, he jumped down from a large bridge. As for On Le, thanks to that crying video, she gained a million more followers and built her image as a "strong and brave female lead" who was praised by everyone. Opening my eyes again, I went back to a few days before that order appeared. In this life, I looked at my father's dashcam with a black screen and sent him a message: "Don't accept orders off the platform, don't send private messages, don't touch passengers. Everything has to go through the platform to keep records." 01 When my father saw the message, he raised his head and looked at me. He was squatting next to the car door, still holding a screwdriver in his hand. In my previous life, it was also this dash cam. Normally it sometimes has a black screen, my dad regrets the money and refuses to replace it, saying he can still use it if he fixes it a bit. As a result, the night it happened, it was completely broken. The internal memory card was damaged, and the most important twenty-seven minutes of video in the car were missing. Those twenty-seven minutes became a loophole for On Le and his marketing accounts to throw dirty water on him. My father repeated over and over: “I never touched her.” No one believes it. Netizens only saw On Le crying until he trembled. See the platform's route around a stretch of highway. Saw the words "dawn", "female passenger", "middle-aged male driver", "in the car". Then they passed the death sentence on her behalf to my father. I took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Don't fix it anymore, replace it with a new one.” My father was stunned. “This thing is still usable, replacing a new one is very expensive.” I opened the trunk and brought out the car's safety recording equipment that I had just taken from the company warehouse. In my previous life, I understood all the techniques, but I didn't have time to install them on my father's car. My father looked at that pile of equipment, his face wrinkled into a lump. “Just driving a technology car, is it necessary to do so much?” “There is a need.” I took down the old dash cam and said to my father: "Dad, from today onwards, I remember three things." “First, do not accept applications outside the platform.” "Second, the passenger requested to cancel the order, turn off the camera, and change the route. Dad refused and reported it at the same time." "Third, any passenger who asks you to get off the bus to help, pick you up, or see you off, you must contact the platform or staff at the scene first. You absolutely must not touch yourself." My father smiled helplessly. “Hey kid, you talk like I'm about to get scolded.” “Dad, you promise me.” The smile on his face gradually disappeared. He looked at me and said: "Okay." I stuck the in-car reminder on the back of the back seat and opened the platform's driver app. Upload vehicle information, every step leaves a trace. In his previous life, the platform's customer service staff only said one sentence, "the driver could not provide a valid and complete video", directly pushing my father into the fire of public opinion. In this life, I won't give them the chance to say that. 02 That night, my father took the first bus. The system sounds: "This vehicle has turned on safety recording." I sat in front of the computer, watching behind-the-scenes data uploading every second. My heart finally relaxed a bit. But I know, this is just the beginning. On Le will appear soon. She came with a prepared script. One evening, my dad sent me a screenshot of the platform chat. The passenger's profile photo is very sophisticated, nicknamed "Sweet Pear Tu Khong Ngot". In the message to book a car, she asked: "Driver, my flight is too late, can I not go through the platform? I will pay you double in cash." In his previous life, my father almost softened his heart. He did not cancel the application. But he replied with a few polite words. Later those chats were cut out, leaving only one sentence: "Don't worry, I'll take you away." The marketing account wrote: "The driver had a plan in advance." In this life, my father does not respond to private messages. He was direct

Click report abnormality on the platform. Reason: passenger requested off-platform transaction. He then sent in the chat box: "To ensure the safety of both parties, please ride according to the prescription on the platform. This vehicle records the entire journey and has been registered on the platform." The other person was silent for a while before answering. "Driver, why are you so tense? I'm a girl, can I still harm you?" My dad sent me a screenshot again. “Ha Ha, is that okay?” I replied: "Okay. Don't explain, don't send a private message, save it." The second time was at dawn two days later. On Le still got into my father's car. The destination is a hotel in the south of the city. When she got in the car, she wore a mask and sat on the right side of the back seat. The lights in the car lit up for a second. The wide-angle camera captured her entire body clearly. I'm at home and open the remote status monitoring system. After the car started, On Le looked at the camera first. Then she smiled and asked: "Driver, can this be turned off? I don't like being filmed." My father said exactly what I taught him: "Transportation vehicles must record safely and cannot be turned off. If you feel uncomfortable, you can cancel the order." On Le's smile stiffened. “Are all drivers this cold these days?” My father did not respond. After driving a few hundred meters, she took off her coat and draped it over the front. The flap of the shirt cleverly covers the main camera in the car. My father immediately pulled over and turned on the emergency warning lights. “Miss, your shirt is covering your safety equipment, I need to report.” On Le frowned. “I didn't mean it.” “It's okay, I just followed the procedure.” Having finished speaking, he called the platform's secure line directly in front of her. "The passenger's luggage covered the recording device in the car. I stopped the car and reminded him, now continue the journey." The customer care side creates a processing record code. On Le pulled his jacket back, his voice cold. “Driver, are you guarding against me like you're guarding against a thief?” My father said: “I am wary of disputes.” I stared at the screen, my eyes suddenly stinging. In his previous life, he wouldn't have done that. He just smiled naively and said: "It's okay, it's okay." It was that "it's okay" that made him not even have the chance to justify himself. 03 The night the incident happened, it was raining heavily. One hour forty-six minutes into the morning, On Le booked the car again. The pick up point is an apartment in the city center. The destination is the hotel north of the airport. In my previous life, it was this trip. Before receiving the application, my father called me. “Ha Ha, it's her again.” His voice was a bit tense. I sat in front of the computer, opening the real-time data panel. "Dad, just accept normally. Remember, don't change routes, don't cancel orders, don't touch her. Report any abnormalities immediately." He said yes. After a few seconds, he instead comforted me: "Don't be afraid." I was immediately speechless. In his previous life, he was the one who was most afraid. But everyone forced him to shut up. One hour and fifty-eight minutes, On Le got in the car. She wore light makeup, slightly messy hair, and a windbreaker over her white sweater. The car door closed. Door lock status displays: securely locked when the vehicle is running normally. Car starts. Navigation prompt: "The airport expressway entrance is under construction. The route has been re-planned for you." My heart tightened. Here we come. In my previous life, the so-called "driver intentionally deviating from the route" was this part. On Le immediately asked: "Driver, are you going the wrong way?" My father said: "The platform automatically changes routes according to the navigation, and it will also be displayed synchronously on your phone." “I don't see it.” “If you don't feel secure, I can pull over and contact the platform for confirmation.” On Le did not let him pull over. She leaned back. “Okay, just keep driving.” The sound of rain hitting the roof of the car. The car compartment was suffocatingly quiet. Twelve minutes past two, she said coldly. My father turned up the air conditioner temperature. Nineteen minutes past two, she bent down to pick up her bag, her body deliberately leaning forward. At two thirty-four minutes, the car arrived at the hotel drop-off area north of the airport. My father stopped the car and unlocked it. But On Le did not get out of the car. She sat in the back row and suddenly raised her hand to grab her neck

my shirt. My breath stopped. The main camera was half hidden by her windbreaker. But the additional wide-angle camera next to the ceiling light is still on. In the frame, she used her fingernails to hook the collar of her sweater and pull it down hard. The fabric broke off. Immediately after that, she took out a metal hairpin from her pocket and tried to scratch the inside of her wrist. Red spots quickly appeared. My father saw it in the rearview mirror and his face immediately turned white. “What are you doing?” On Le raised his head to look at him. Tears welled up. “Uncle driver, your life is over.” She pushed the car door open and stumbled into the rain. Two hours later, hot search exploded. In the video On Le posted, she sat by the hotel bed, her hair was wet, her collar was askew, her wrists were red and swollen. She cried until she could barely breathe. “I thought the foundation would protect me.” “But the driver drove to a road I'm not familiar with.” “The car door can't be opened either.” “I really don't dare to remember what happened in the car.” She did not make a complete accusation. But everyone finished speaking for her. The comment area immediately went out of control. “Middle-aged male driver, really disgusting.” “Platform, stop pretending to be dead, quickly lock your account!” Half an hour later, marketing accounts simultaneously joined in. "The girl went alone at dawn and was suspected of being violated by a technology vehicle driver." The account that pushes the most is called “City Safety Eyes”. The operator behind is Thieu Minh. In his previous life, he himself built On Le into "a person who speaks up for safety at night." It was also he who led the way, spreading the license plate number, residential area and my father's photo out. Before my father could even wait for the investigation, the whole world called him an animal. 04 Six o'clock in the morning, the platform's safety and compliance manager, Ha Tuan, calls. "Ms. Hua, driver Hua Thu Thanh was involved in a serious passenger safety complaint. The platform has temporarily suspended his right to receive complaints." I asked: “Have you finished looking at the original data?” Ha Tuan paused for a moment. "Right now public opinion is spreading very quickly, we need to control risks first." “So you guys locked my dad first?” "It's just a temporary measure. We also hope that the driver himself will temporarily not speak out publicly to avoid stimulating the passengers' emotions." I closed my eyes. The previous life was also this sentence. Don't speak up, wait for investigation. Platform news. But what I'm waiting for is not pure. It's my father's body. So I hung up the phone and reported directly to the police. “I want to report the crime.” "Someone is suspected of fabricating the incident of abuse in the car and spreading it online." When the police arrived at the platform, the conference room was already full of people. Platform legal affairs, safety department, public relations, head of customer care department. Ha Tuan sat in the chair position, his face tense. My father sat in the corner, his hands still shaking. After just one night, he seemed to have aged ten years.