Chapter 6 — Don't Open The Door At 2 A.M

I turned on the chat button in the camera. "Is the key difficult to use?" The person outside the door stiffened. She raised her head to look at the camera, her eyes immediately gloomy. "You installed a camera?" I said: "Otherwise, how would I know you came to my house in the middle of the night?" She laughed. "You really know how to prevent people more and more." "When you took my spare key, didn't you think I would change the lock?" Her face changed. In that moment, all the forced comfort on her face cracked. But very quickly, she burst out laughing again. "Who took your key?" I looked at the blue key shell in her hand. "So what are you holding in your hand now?" She lowered her head to look, and on the contrary held up the key in front of the camera. "This is mine." "So you used your key to open the door to my house?" The corner of her mouth twitched. "There are my things in that house." "During the day you can find the management board, find the scene." murder, looking for a broker." "I'm looking for you, will you give it?" "What do you mean, I'll hand it over to the police." Duong Ly suddenly leaned close to the door, his voice very low. "Don't touch it." I didn't say anything. She repeated again. "There's something inside, don't touch it." Officer Tran on the other end of the line reminded me. "Ask her where the thing is, don't anger her." I took a breath. "What did you forget?" Duong Ly's eyes glanced toward the end of the hallway. She seemed to be waiting for something, as if she was listening to the elevator. "It has nothing to do with you." "If it has nothing to do with me, why did you steal the key?" Her expression immediately distorted. "I told you, I didn't steal." She lifted her foot and kicked the door. The door made a dull sound, and the camera image also shook. My heart jumped, but I didn't stop the conversation. "Duong Ly, the police are already on the street." She paused. The hallway was silent for two seconds. Then she slowly laughed. “Are you threatening me?” I said: “You can continue to wait.” There was a slight noise from the elevator. Duong Ly suddenly turned around. But that wasn't the sound of the elevator door opening, just the hallway light turning on again. She gritted her teeth, stuffed the key into her pocket, turned around and walked towards the emergency exit. Halfway there, she turned around again. "Do you think it's okay to change the lock?" I didn't answer. She raised her hand and pointed to the door. "There is more than just one key in this house." Having finished speaking, she pushed open the emergency exit door, and her figure disappeared behind the door. Officer Tran's voice was low. "She's gone downstairs, our people are coming." I stared at the screen. The emergency exit door gently closed, the black line in the door opening became increasingly narrower. But right before the door closed completely, I saw a foot behind the door. Not Duong Ly's beige high heels. It was a pair of black men's sneakers.08 When the patrol car arrived, Duong Ly was no longer on the eighth floor. Officer Tran called me, told me to continue staying at the hotel, wait for them to complete the preliminary check, and then continue. I sat by the bed, my palms covered in cold sweat. The backup phone is still broadcasting camera images. In the hallway, there were two policemen, a security guard from the management board, and manager Luong who was called up. They checked the lock and checked the emergency exit again. Manager Luong's voice transmitted through the camera intermittently. "Very few people go here at night." Policeman Tran asked: "Where is the emergency exit camera?" Manager Luong said: "There is one between the seventh and ninth floors, but the corner only turns to the stair landing." "Now extract." Manager Luong continuously responded. I heard them talking, but my mind was still on those black sneakers. Duong Ly did not go alone. At three o'clock in the morning, police officer Tran sent a text message. "She went from the eighth floor emergency exit to the sixth floor and then disappeared.

six have camera blind spots." I looked at that text for a long time. A person disappearing in a building made people even more uneasy than her running away from the residential area. I asked: "Can you film those men's shoes?" Police Officer Tran replied: "Only the tip of the shoe was filmed, the identity has not yet been determined, tomorrow we will extract a more complete video." I replied: "Tomorrow morning I will come back to coordinate." Police Officer Tran quickly sent back: "Don't go home alone." Near morning, I took a nap on the hotel bed. In my dreams, someone always uses the key to scratch the door, until black powder falls out of the lock. At nine o'clock in the morning, I brought a change of clothes and all the keys back to the house. Downstairs the wind was very strong, the leaves were blown close to the ground. In front of the management board's door stood two security guards. Seeing me, they didn't say anything. Officer Tran and Officer Cao were waiting for me on the eighth floor. There are a few new scratches on my door, and the edge of the lock has also been sanded until it shines. Officer Cao said: “The lock core was not opened.” I nodded. "Last night she said there wasn't just one key in the house." Officer Tran looked at me. "Do you have another spare key?" "No." "What about the construction key?" "Before I moved in, everything the broker said was ineffective." Manager Luong stood next to him, his face not very natural.