Chapter 9 — Don't Open The Door At 2 A.M

Officer Cao stood next to me and asked me: "Before she moved out, did she ever stay alone in the living room for a long time?" I thought for a long time. "Yes." "When?" "The night before check-out, she said the TV signal was not good, squatted in front of the TV shelf and struggled for more than ten minutes."At that time I was still sitting on the sofa looking at my phone. She asked me if I had duct tape. I said there is a tea table in the drawer. She took the tape and laughed and said she would use it no matter how she moved house. Officer Cao recorded. "Has she been in your bedroom before?" "When my door was unlocked, she would sometimes come in to borrow things." I finished speaking, stopping myself first. One time I couldn't find my ID and searched on the table for a long time. Duong Ly stuck his head in the door and asked if he had fallen under the bed. Her voice was so natural at that time. I even let her help me hold the flashlight. Now that I think about it, I just feel a chill down my spine. At dusk, police officer Tran told me to go to the police station to confirm the confiscated items. The hidden camera device was placed on the table, as small as a black button. The back side is covered with transparent tape, the edge is covered with wood shavings under the TV shelf. Next to it there is also a small memory card. Police Officer Tran said: "We initially looked at the folder, there were many videos of the living room, the earliest time was three months ago." Three months ago. I couldn't help but ask: "What did she spin me for?" Police Tran did not immediately respond. He took out part of the data extraction results from the old phone. "There is a conversation history on the phone." "With whom?" "A person was saved named A Xuyen." I stared at that name, my palms sweating. Officer Tran pushed the printed page out in front of me. There was a very clear line in there. "Have you got her documents yet?" Below is Duong Ly's answer. "Almost, she wasn't on high alert." My fingertips went numb. Going down again was another sentence. "Take the key first, don't alarm her, wait for me to tell you." I raised my head. "What do they want to do?" Just as Officer Tran was about to open his mouth, the office door was knocked. Officer Cao walked in, his face very gloomy. "Found Duong Ly." I stood up. "Where?" Officer Cao looked at me. "Downstairs at your company." 11 When I ran downstairs to the company, it was already dark. The light board outside the office building was so bright it was blinding, and the glass doors reflected the shadows of people passing by. Duong Ly sat next to the flower bed, still wearing that beige skirt, wearing a gray shirt over it. She bowed her head, like a normal girl waiting for someone to get off work. If it weren't for the two policemen standing next to her, I almost thought the past few days were all my hallucinations. Seeing me, she smiled first. "Ninh Ninh, you're here." Her voice was very light, carrying a feeling of self-pity that was deliberately suppressed. I stopped two meters away from her. "What are you doing at my company?" She raised her eyes. "Looking for you." Officer Tran stood next to him. "Duong Ly, just now you said there was something you wanted to hand over to her directly, now you can say it." Duong Ly looked at him, her smile faded. "Police, between me and her it's just a little personal conflict, there's no need for so many people to surround us." I said: "Personal conflict." Does that include secret filming? Her face stiffened. "What secret recording?" I looked at her. "The device under the TV shelf, did you forget?" Duong Ly's fingers gently scratched the edge of her jacket. Very quickly, she raised her head again. "How can you say that I stuttered?" Officer Tran said: "The evidence will speak, now please come with us to cooperate in the investigation." Duong Ly stood up, the hem of her dress was stuck to her legs by the night wind. "I can cooperate." She turned to me and suddenly softened her voice. "But Ninh Ninh, you give me my things back." I asked: "What things?" "The bag under the bed board in the spare bedroom." She finally said. I looked into her eyes. “It's not what you said

Don't you know?" She bit her lip. "That's my privacy." Officer Tran asked: "It's your privacy, why is there a copy of her ID and activity records?" Duong Ly did not answer. Her gaze passed us, looking toward the roadside. I followed her eyes. A black electric car parked under a streetlight. Next to the car was a man wearing a helmet. He bowed his head and played with his phone, his right hand on the steering wheel. The back of the hand has a black tattoo. Like snakes, like vines. Officer Cao immediately went that direction. The moment the man raised his head, he turned around and ran away. The electric car was thrown directly by him on the side of the road, the body of the car hit the ground, making a shrill sound. "Stop!" Officer Cao chased after him. Duong Ly also suddenly stepped back. Officer Tran stopped her. "Where are you going?" Duong Ly struggled, her voice became shrill. "I'm not running!" I saw the mouth of her bag open, revealing a piece of blue silicon inside. That spare key is still in her pocket. I said: “The key is also with you.” She lowered her head to look at it, reaching out to push it into her pocket. Officer Tran held her wrist. "Don't move." Duong Ly's expression finally couldn't be maintained.