Chapter 20 — Don't Open The Door At 2 A.M

I won't tell you the details. I just said: "I had my personal information violated, the case has been handled by the police." "If you receive any photos, videos or loan messages related to me, please do not forward them, directly to me or the police." "I did not do anything wrong, so I will go to work normally." The meeting room was silent for a long time. The administrative colleague was the first to stand up. "Sorry, I sent the wrong photo before. I'm ready to cooperate in taking evidence." I looked at her. "Thank you." There was the first person, the atmosphere gradually relaxed. Some colleagues also said they had received messages from strange accounts and took screenshots. When they sent the evidence to law enforcement, I suddenly understood something. Bad people like to force people into silence the most. As long as you don't dare say anything, he can make up the rest of the story for you. I paid that house. The day the moving company arrived, the police checked all the rooms. The TV shelf was removed. The mysterious light has been replaced. The smart speaker was placed in an evidence bag to be taken away. The extra bedroom's bed board was also removed. The homeowner stood in the living room, his face very unsightly. "I really didn't know it would turn out like this." I don't blame him. There was no way to comfort him anymore. I just sealed each of my boxes. The white ceramic plate was broken, I didn't take it away. Before moving out, the last time I stood at the mysterious entrance. This place used to put access cards, coins, shopping knives and that spare key. Duong Ly crouched right here, using that enthusiastic look, little by little, she found out about my life. There were footsteps outside the door. I turned around and saw Officer Tran standing at the door. "Duong Ly wants to see you." I was silent for a few seconds. "What did she want to say?" "She said she wanted to apologize." I smiled a little. "Sorry is not a tool for her to use to ease her pain." Officer Tran nodded. "You can not see." "I don't." This sentence came out more freely than I imagined. Duong Ly was then officially executed. Ha Xuyen also revealed more subordinates. Old Mieu, surnamed Khau, used to repair light electrical systems in the area and was familiar with camera blind spots and the management board system. He took advantage of his old powers, acquired accounts and a few bribed internal employees, turning an ordinary building into a place where they could get their hands on it. As for Duong Ly, in the report, she said many reasons. Owe money. Scared. Pressured. At first it was just a little help. But I only remember her smile on check-out day. She cleaned the tea table, arranged the shoe cabinet, and told me to remember to lock it at night. That's not a concern. It was a kind of exploration that brought with it a sense of victory. A month later, I moved into a new place. This time it's an apartment where people live alone, and there's someone on duty twenty-four hours downstairs. The first day I moved in, I changed the locks, reset the network, and checked all the lights and outlets. My mother quickly came from another place and insisted on staying with me for a few days. She put the bowl in the kitchen cabinet and scolded me with red eyes. "If you dare to hide anything from me in the future, mother will be really angry." I hugged her. "No." She patted my back. "Don't be afraid." I looked out the window. The afternoon light fell on the new room, clean and a bit strange. "I used to be scared." I said. "But from now on I won't be scared anymore." That night, I put all the spare keys in a box with a code lock. When the box was locked, it made a clicking sound. Very softly. But it feels like some kind of new beginning. The phone rang once. Police Tran sent a text message. "The related accounts were later frozen, the source of the spread is being investigated. If there is a new situation, please contact us at any time."I replied: "Thank you." Putting down the phone, I walked to the door and looked at the empty shoe cabinet. There are no ceramic plates there. Neither

Have a key in your hand. I reached out and turned the door lock. The metal fits tightly without any gaps. The house is very quiet. This time, the silence no longer felt like a trap. It's just quiet.