Chapter 5 — Don't Touch An An

“I told her to keep crying and wanting to find you. It's so annoying.” “I told Tieu Khai to come pick me up.” “And then what?” “Then he said he had something to do so he didn't come over.” Tham Thanh Dao looked towards the police. “Please look up Ha Khai's phone location.” Ha Dinh suddenly stood up. “Tham Thanh Dao, don't say it with such certainty.” Tham Thanh Dao asked back. “Come. Now, are you still defending him?" Ha Dinh's throat moved. "No matter how miserable he is, he will not touch An An." "You also said last night, your mother will look after the child." "What's the result?" Ha Dinh was rooted to the spot by her with just one sentence. At three o'clock in the morning, the police found Ha Khai's last phone signal in the area near the second-hand market. Then turn off the machine. Ton My Lan immediately sat down on the ground. She cried and shook her head. "No way." "He just wants to play." "He doesn't dare." Tham Thanh Dao's face was pale, but his eyes were not panicked. "Is he in debt recently?" Ton My Lan said nothing. Ha Dinh looked at her, his voice hoarse. "Mom, how much does Tieu Khai owe?" Ton My Lan cried harder. "Just a little." "How much?" "Eighty thousand." (Eighty thousand yuan)Ha Dinh took half a step back. Tham Thanh Dao sneered. "So what you asked for 20,000 last night was to repay her debt." Ton My Lan didn't dare look at her. The police quickly extracted cameras around the second-hand market. At four ten minutes in the morning, the last image was transmitted. Ha Khai carried An An who was sleeping and went into an old building. In front of the building, two men were standing. One of them patted An An's head. When Tham Thanh Dao saw that hand, her stomach churned. The police immediately organized action. Ha Dinh also planned to follow. Tham Thanh Dao stopped him. "You stay." Ha Dinh panicked. "That's my daughter!" Tham Thanh Dao looked at him. "She was missing for more than an hour, I just called the police." "When she cried, I was playing a game." "She was taken away by my younger brother, I still wanted to make excuses for her." "Ha Dinh, you have no right to go near the rescue area now." Ha Dinh's face was white. sick. The police car drove out of the station. Tham Thanh Dao sat in the backseat, tightly holding An An's hair elastic band in her hand. Headlights cut through the rain at dawn. Her phone suddenly lit up. A strange number sent a photo. An An closed her eyes and lay on an old sofa. The next second, a message popped up. "If you want me, bring 200,000 here."06 Tham Thanh Dao stared at that photo, her fingers not shaking at all. She handed the phone to the police officer sitting next to her. "They started demanding money." The police immediately signaled her not to answer. The atmosphere in the car was suddenly as tense as a piano string. That phone number quickly sent another message. "Don't call the police." "If you dare call the police, then you'll regret it." Tham Thanh Dao looked at those words, the bottom of her eyes slowly cold. She said nothing. The police officer asked softly. "Can you guess who the person talking is?" Tham Thanh Dao looked at the word choice. "It's not Ha Khai." "He doesn't have that courage, he wouldn't say it so simply." "There's someone next to him." The police officer nodded. "We will locate the phone number." Tham Thanh Dao suddenly asked. "Can I answer one message?" "Spend time." The police thought for a few seconds and said. She followed instructions. Tham Thanh Dao knocked. "I don't have 200,000." The other person answered very quickly. "Stop talking nonsense." "Isn't your husband's salary 18,000?" "Isn't your house also worth something?" Tham Thanh Dao stared at this sentence. She raised her head to look at the police. "They clearly understand the situation in my house." "At least I've heard what Ha Khai said." The police told her to continue. Tham Thanh

Dao replied. "Cash cannot be withdrawn for a while." "Where is the child, I have to listen to her voice first." The other person was silent for a long time. When the car was about to arrive at the second-hand market, the phone rang. The police turned on the recording device. Tham Thanh Dao answered the phone. On the other side is the first noise. Then came An An's weak cry. "Mom." Tham Thanh Dao's chest felt like it was being cut by a knife. But her voice was still very steady. "An An, I'm here." "Are you hurt?" The other end of the line suddenly changed to a man's voice. "Are you asking enough?" Tham Thanh Dao asked. "If you want money, I can think of a way." "I have to know the baby is safe." The man laughed. "Stop playing tricks on me." "Within half an hour, transfer money to the account." "If not, we will change locations." The phone was disconnected. connect. The police have locked down the approximate signal range. The old building is located right behind the second-hand market. That area is an area waiting for clearance, the stair lights are half broken, and very few households live. The police divided into two approaches. Tham Thanh Dao was asked to stay in the car. She sat in the car, watching the windshield wipers diligently move back and forth across the glass. The phone lights up again. Ha Dinh sent a text message. "Where are you guys?" "I want to come too."