Chapter 18 — From a 16 Million Yuan Villa to a Secret Buried for Ten Years

The man brought in looked to be about twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old, wearing the uniform of a cemetery maintenance worker. His pants were covered in mud. The bottom of the shoe still has the characteristic stone dust of the tomb. With just one look, I knew he didn't pass by here by accident. The investigator took out the memory card from the sealed bag. The card is very old. All edges have signs of wear. But on top is a very small piece of transparent tape, with the letter "T" written on it. That's the last letter of my mother's name. In the past, when arranging documents, my mother always liked to use simple signs like that. My fingertips moved slightly. But don't reach out to touch it.

“Where did you find it?”

The investigator replied:

“In his socks.”

The man immediately complained.

“I don't know what that is.”

“Someone gave me money and told me to come here and get something.”

I looked at him.

“Who gave the money?”

His eyes were confused.

“I don't know each other.”

Captain Vuong brought the phone over.

“He has chat history on his phone.”

"The other party told him to go to the cemetery at 2:30 a.m."

“If you get your things, go out through the back door.”

“The person transferring money uses a temporary account.”

“Are there any photos?”

Captain Vuong opened a screenshot. The other party sent him a hand-drawn drawing of the location of the secret compartment behind the tombstone. Below is a line of text: Take the memory card, don't touch the flowers offered in front of the tombstone, don't leave fingerprints. I stared at the last few words. His eyes were as cold as frost. Tong Thua Trach knew I was coming. He did not come to pick up the memory card himself. But sent someone else to get it. I'm somewhere else waiting to receive the goods. Tham Man's side used the Nam Giang file to pull my leg. At the cemetery, secretly took the memory card. If the cemetery staff hadn't stopped it in time, the memory card would have long since disappeared. Ha Tri Chu said in a deep voice:

“This card must immediately have its data extracted.”

I nodded.

“Sealed at the scene.”

“All involved people must sign the confirmation.”

Khau My Lan sat next to the tombstone. The whole person trembled non-stop. She stared at the memory card. There was both fear and a bit of relief in his eyes that was hard to describe in words. I walked in front of her.

“In addition to asking for the location, what else did Tong Thua Trach ask?”

Khau My Lan's lips turned white.

“It asked what was on the memory card.”

“I said I don't know.”

“He doesn't believe it.”

“It said if there really was something inside related to Tong Kien Minh,”

“Then the Song family is done.”

“When did he know Tong Kien Minh was related to Nam Giang?”

Khau My Lan shook her head.

"I do not know."

“I never actively told him.”

“But not long ago, he suddenly asked me if your mother had given me anything that year.”

“I was startled at that time.”

I looked at Ha Tri Chu. He lowered his voice.

“That proves there is someone else who knows about this.”

I didn't speak up. I turned my head to look at my parents' tombstones. In the photo, mother still smiles gently as before. Dad stood next to me, his eyes calm and steady. All these years, I've always assumed it was just an accident. I bury my hatred in my heart. Bear the burden of the company. Live a life that outsiders see as kind and peaceful. Until night Now, I realize that under my feet not only the remains of my relatives are buried. But also buried a giant net that had been hidden by someone for ten years. I told the investigator:

“I want to file a request to reinvestigate the accident that year.”

Ha Tri Chu added:

“We will provide new evidence.”

“Including a recording of Tong Thua Trach threatening my client.”

“The old warehouse break-in.”

“Nam Giang file was stolen.”

“Testimony of the person who came to pick up the memory card at the cemetery.”

“And this memory card.”

The investigator nodded seriously.

“First, all the evidence must be fixed.”

“Everyone should also pay attention to safety.”

As soon as I finished speaking, my phone rang. It's Tong Thua Trach. Everyone immediately fell silent. I picked up the phone. Turn on speakerphone. Tong Thua Trach's voice rang out from the other end of the line, carrying a heavy, suppressed breath.

“Did you get the things?”

I looked at the man being restrained.

“Your people haven't left the cemetery yet.”

The other end of the line was silent for two seconds. Then, Tong Thua Trach burst out laughing.

“Duong Vy, you are truly lucky.”

“It's not luck.”

“It's because you're so stupid.”

His breathing became heavier.

“Don't be complacent too soon.”

"Even if you get the memory card, you may not be able to open it."

“Things from ten years ago.”

“It's normal for it to break down.”

My eyes turned cold.

“Did you move your hands and feet?”

Tong Thua Trach smiled slightly.

“I'm just reminding you.”

“Don't expect too much.”

I calmly replied:

“If you are not afraid, I will not hope.”

“I'm even more scared.”

“The more I know there is something useful inside.”

Tong Thua Trach's voice immediately turned cold.

“Do you have to force the Song family to die?”

I turned my head to look at Khau My Lan kneeling in front of the grave.

“Since the moment you stepped into the Thinh Dinh Loan villa,”

“The Song family has already dug a hole for themselves.”

“Now you jump down yourself.”

“Are you blaming me for not setting up a ladder for you to climb up?”

Tong Thua Ze gritted his teeth.

“Where is my mother?”

Hearing this sentence, Khau My Lan suddenly raised her head. She rushed forward to say something. But was stopped by the investigator. I looked at her.

“Your son is asking you.”

Khau My Lan's lips trembled. Finally burst into tears.

“Thua Trach, turn around.”

“Don't keep making mistakes.”

“That memory card cannot be hidden any longer.”

“Your father harmed too many people that year.”