Chapter 8 — Go home

Ms. Dao laughed contemptuously: "If my daughter is innocent, I will use the charge of false accusations of harm to sue the Tran family!" The whole school was silent. Two policemen stepped up and carefully removed the ink painting from the frame. The picture frame was turned over. Everyone's eyes were staring at that empty wooden back. Then, someone inhaled a cold breath. The inside back of the picture frame is glued with a jade necklace with transparent tape. The tape was still stuck tightly on the wooden board, the necklace quietly lay there, under the dark blue light of the exhibition room. Ms. Tran's eyes immediately lit up, she almost rushed forward, her voice trembled: "It's my necklace! It's my necklace!" Nguyet Nguyet pointed at me, her sharp voice almost piercing my eardrums: "The thief is Han Han!" 16 "What are you in a hurry for?" I pushed aside the crowd and looked straight at the police: "Police officer, please take down the necklace, along with the picture frame, for examination." Nguyet Nguyet was stunned for a moment, then laughed scornfully: "Dao Han Han, you're still speechless now? The necklace was found in your mother's picture frame, what else needs to be assessed?" "I'll do a fingerprint assessment." My voice was not loud, but each word was clear: "I request to take all the fingerprints on the surface of the necklace, the surface of the transparent tape, and the back of the picture frame." The police nodded, put on gloves, carefully took down the necklace and tape, and put them in a transparent evidence bag. "If there are no fingerprints on the necklace, on the tape, or on the picture frame." I stopped, my eyes swept over Ms. Tran and Nguyet Nguyet: "Then it proves that this necklace was put on by someone else without my knowledge." Nguyet Nguyet's face changed slightly, but she quickly calmed down: "So what? The painting is yours, the things in the painting are yours, you can't escape involvement!" "So what?" I turned my head and calmly said to the police: "Uncle, I still want to request an investigation of all surveillance cameras." in the exhibition room from eight o'clock in the morning until now. If the necklace was stolen by you, you need time to commit the crime and traces of the action. But if you don't have it..." The police immediately took out the radio: "Notify the school security department, immediately take the camera to monitor the exhibition room from eight o'clock this morning to ten o'clock this morning. Waiting time is not long. The exhibition room was so quiet that you could hear your own breathing. Nguyet Nguyet stared at the radio in the policeman's hand, her lips pursed into a straight line. Mrs. Tran stood next to her, her face also pale. Ten minutes later, the radio rang. "Report, results of fingerprint comparison are in." Everyone's heart was in their throats. "On the surface of the necklace, the surface of the tape, the back of the picture frame, no fingerprint of suspect Dao Han Han was obtained." Nguyet Nguyet's pupils suddenly constricted. "But," the police voice continued to ring, "on the outside of the transparent tape, a complete fingerprint was obtained. Through the match." scan, highly consistent with the fingerprints of the crime scene staff." Bang. Mrs. Tran seemed to have been drained of all her strength and staggered back a step. Nguyet Nguyet's face completely lost blood. She suddenly raised her head, her lips trembling: "No... that's impossible..." "In addition," the police said again: "The camera at nine forty-three this morning showed that a figure wearing a school uniform appeared in the aisle, stopping to talk to the staff involved in the case. Because it was the corner of the camera, I couldn't see clearly who it was, but luckily we were able to film the crystal bracelet on that person's wrist." Nguyet Nguyet immediately bowed down. head looked at his wrist. She forgot

take it off.17Crystal bracelet, I used to have one too. It was a homecoming gift that Mrs. Tran gave me when she came to the Tran family's house. Later, I was taken back to the orphanage, and that bracelet was also returned to the Tran family. My eyes fell on the bracelet on her wrist and calmly said: "This bracelet is the homecoming gift that Mrs. Tran gave you, right?" Nguyet Nguyet bowed her head, tightened her wrists, and her whole body began to tremble. Ms. Tran finally collapsed. She grabbed Nguyet Nguyet's shoulder, her voice also changed: "Nguyet Nguyet! Tell me, this is not true! The necklace was not put on by you, right?" Nguyet Nguyet said nothing. She just stood there silently, tears silently falling to the ground. The police stepped up and said in a businesslike tone: "Mrs. Tran, you and your daughter are suspected of being falsely accused of harm, please cooperate with us to receive the investigation." Nguyet Nguyet finally cried out loud. "Mom, mom, I was wrong, don't take me back to the orphanage!" Mrs. Tran sat on the ground, her whole body trembling, repeating over and over again: "It's impossible... it's impossible... why would I bring back a child like that..." I stood there looking at all this, without any joy in my heart. I bent down and picked up the painting from the ground. The back of the frame still had traces of clear tape, but I flipped it over, so the main side was facing up.