Chapter 19 — Don't Open The Door At 2 A.M

The man said nothing. But his finger was a little farther from the screen. I know I guessed right. He is cocky. This type of person is most afraid of being seen as a minor character. Officer Tran followed my words and continued. "You used the management computer as a springboard, taking advantage of the key cabinet and empty room to enter room 802, proving that you are very familiar with this place." "This is not the first time you have done this." The man snorted coldly. "Is there evidence?" Officer Cao said: "The phone in your hand, the computer in the file room, the portable hard drive, the electrical room camera, all will give us evidence." The man said: “So now I cancel it.” He suddenly threw the phone on the ground. My heart sank. The phone hit the ground, the screen cracked, but the phone did not turn off. The sending interface is still lit. The man stepped on one foot. Officer Cao rushed up. At the same time, Lao Mieu threw the file at me, with his other hand he pulled out a long, thin screwdriver from his sleeve. "Get out of the way!" He did not rush towards the police. He rushed towards me. I instinctively backed away, my back hitting the pillar next to the elevator. At that moment, time seemed to slow down. I saw blood in his eyes. See half of the scar exposed under the brim of the hat. I also saw police officer Cao rushing from the side, his arm locking on his shoulder. The screwdriver ran across my jacket, making a small incision. The metal hit the column, emitting a deafening sound. Officer Tran and another police officer pressed on at the same time. The man was pushed to the ground, still struggling. "Let go!" "Do you know who is behind me?" Officer Cao twisted his hand. "Go back and speak slowly." Old Trinh fell to one side, his whole body trembling. Manager Luong and the security guard then ran from the elevator door, saw the person on the ground, Manager Luong's legs were weak, he had to hold on to the wall to keep from kneeling. "Is that him?" I looked at him. "Are you familiar?" Manager Luong's lips trembled. "He is a former outsourced repairman, last name Khau, he quit his job half a year ago." Officer Tran raised his head. "How can a person who has quit his job get into the file room?" Manager Luong could not answer. Old Mieu lay face down on the ground and suddenly laughed. "Your management board's access system is thinner than paper." His phone was picked up and his technical colleagues immediately processed it. The screen is broken, but the message has not been sent successfully. At this point my feet started to soften. I grabbed the pole, slowly squatted down, and picked up the gray file. The file cover was torn and had black dust on the corners. I opened it and took a look. There are a few copies missing inside. Officer Tran came over. "What's missing?" "A copy of the bank card, and also my mother's hospital bill." Officer Tran's face was a bit dark. When Lao Mieu was being escorted up, he heard this sentence often. He tilted his head, looking at me through his tangled hair. "Don't be in a hurry." "Do you think you're clean if you catch me?" I tightened my grip on the file. "At least now you can't use it to threaten me anymore." He smiled even more sinisterly. "Do you know who the video was sent to?" Officer Cao pressed his head and pushed him into the elevator. Before the elevator door closed, he was still looking at me. That look was like a thorn that hadn't been cleaned yet. At ten o'clock in the morning, the police took away the computer and hard drive from the management board's records room. Old Trinh was taken to the hospital. He admitted that he had received money from Lao Mieu, opened the file room several times at night, and had also given the key to the empty apartment next to it. Manager Luong was taken back for investigation on the spot. I stood in the yard of the house, the sunlight shining on me, but there was no warmth at all. The phone rang. It was my mother calling. "Ninh Ninh, the police said you caught someone?" I looked at the file in my hand. "Arrested." My mother cried and breathed a sigh of relief. "So are you going to stay there?" I raised my head to look at the window.

eighth floor. The curtains still flutter in the wind. I said, "I won't go back anymore." "I don't need that house anymore." 21 It didn't end right away because Lao Mieu was arrested. In the next few days, I went back and forth between the police station, the company, and the hotel almost every day. The police recovered many documents from Lao Mieu's hard drive. It's not just me inside. There are also names, addresses, work units, and relatives of many strange girls. After a few folders are marked as completed. Several other folders are marked as awaiting addition. After my folder name write two words. Test sample. I stared at those two words, feeling extremely frustrated. Police Officer Tran said: "This line will continue to investigate, the evidence you provided is very important." I nodded. But in my heart I was not at all relieved. Because behind every folder is a person who is living a normal life. The company, boss and legal department jointly send internal notices. Clearly state that videos circulating online are maliciously edited, storing and forwarding are prohibited, and violators will be held accountable. In the morning meeting the next day, my boss told me to only say what I wanted to say. I stood in front of the meeting room, looking at familiar but cautious eyes. Some people don't dare look at me. Some people have sympathy in their eyes. There were also people holding cups, with complicated expressions.