Chapter 14 — Don't Open The Door At 2 A.M

Police Officer Tran told someone to take her to the interrogation room. Before the door closed, Duong Ly suddenly called me. "Ninh Ninh!" I didn't turn around. Her voice trembled. "Old Mieu has a backstage, he won't stop." Policeman Tran turned around. "What do you know, go inside and explain clearly." This time, Duong Ly did not hesitate anymore. She told me the name of the group and how to join the group. It wasn't a regular chat group, but a multi-layered gray channel. There are people who collect information about women living alone, there are people in charge of renovating devices, there are people who create fake accounts, and there are people who specialize in cutting and editing videos to intimidate. Ha Xuyen is just a link in that chain. Duong Ly is in charge of finding "easy to attack" people around him. And I was the first complete model she chose. Complete sample. When this phrase was repeated by the scribe, I almost wanted to laugh. I'm not human. I am the model. Rent information, number of relatives, route to work, sounds in my living room, all were priced by them. At three o'clock in the morning, the police based on the clues provided by Duong Ly's group to begin the arrangement. I was placed in the police station's break room. In the room there is a narrow bed, the bed sheets are washed until stiff. I lay down, but I couldn't sleep anyway. The phone keeps showing messages. A colleague asked me if I needed help. There were also people who cautiously said that the video had just been deleted, telling me not to be too sad. There was also a female colleague who normally had a not very close relationship and sent me a sentence. "I know you're not that kind of person. If you need to testify, I can." I looked at that line for a long time, tears suddenly falling. It turns out that when people are struggling the most, what they fear the most is not how bad the bad guy is. But I don't know if anyone still believes in me. Before dawn, police officer Chen knocked on the door and came in. "There's progress." I immediately sat up. "Have you found Lao Mieu?" "Not yet, but caught a person in charge of delivering mail." He gave me a photo. In the photo is a man over twenty years old, wearing a black jacket, with a small burn scar on the back of his hand. Not Ha Xuyen. It's not the tattooed man I saw downstairs at the company. "He declared, the person who delivered the envelope to the hotel last night was not him." My heart sank. "That means there's someone else." Officer Tran nodded. "Plus, the other person knows your hotel room number." I grabbed the edge of the blanket. The hotel room number is known only to the receptionist, the police and myself. There is another possibility. The postman doesn't need to know the room number, he just needs to deliver the envelope to the receptionist. But then photos were taken of me sitting in the lobby, proving that there were always people nearby watching. Officer Cao pushed the door in, his face darker than before. "Lao Mieu's account just went online." Officer Tran immediately asked: "Where is the location?" "Located in her house." I immediately stood up. "My house?" Officer Cao looked at me. "Not your house." He paused for a second. "It's the management board's office." 16 When the four words management board's office fell, my first reaction was not surprise. It's about remembering the repeated layer of sweat on Manager Luong's forehead. Every time he said he didn't know, his eyes would glance to the side first. Officer Tran stood up. "Go." Officer Cao looked at me. "You stay here." I immediately shook my head. "My information and my house are all there, I have to go." Officer Tran stopped for a moment. "Okay, but you have to walk behind us, don't act alone." I nodded. When the car drove back to the house, it was just dawn. The security booth in front of the area's door was lit with white lights. The guard on duty was lying on the table. When he heard the sound of a police car, he quickly stood up. Manager Luong rushed out of the management office, his hair disheveled, his shirt buttons undone

one left. "Police, why are you back again?" Policeman Tran asked: "Who logged in backstage just now?" Manager Luong was stunned. "What backstage?" Officer Cao turned the phone screen to show him. "Lao Mieu's account is located here, the time was ten minutes ago." The blood on Manager Luong's face receded very quickly. "No way, no one in our office uses that thing." Officer Tran said: "Open the door." Manager Luong frantically took out the key. The keys collided with each other, making a very chaotic jingling sound. The door opened, and in the office there was the smell of overnight soy milk mixed with the smell of printing paper. The reception computer is still on. The screen stops at the management system login page. In the trash can next to the table there is half a piece of tobacco. I remember very clearly. Manager Luong once said that the office does not allow smoking. Officer Cao put on gloves and touched some ash next to the piece of drug. "New." Manager Luong immediately said: "Maybe the night shift smoked it." Police Officer Tran asked: "Where is the person on night shift?" "In the surveillance room." "Call in." Manager Luong held the walkie-talkie, his voice was broken. "Old Trinh, please come to the office." The walkie-talkie sizzled for a few seconds, no response. He called again. Still no one responded. Officer Cao went into the inner room. Behind the management office there is a small door, leading to the records room.