Chapter 3 — I Posted My Wife's Photo, and This Happened

"But unexpectedly, four years have passed, and the first person she beat walked into the area I manage to make a report."

He looked at Co Bac Than, his eyes filled with the sadness of an experienced person.

“Brother, fate sometimes… can't stop it.”

When Co Bac Than heard the three words "brother", his whole body trembled. He turned to look at me. I sat there, calmly searching for my phone in my bag. He turned to look at Quy Trach Vien again. Quy Trach Vien also had a calm expression. The two men who had been beaten by me, under the fluorescent lights of the police station, completed a wordless exchange of fate. Co Bac Than suddenly stood up.

"No. I want to change the person to make the records. You have a relationship with her, you're not fair."

Quy Trach Vien raised his hand: "Don't worry about this, I can withdraw -" At that moment, the station chief poked his head out from the office.

"Tieu Quy? What's going on? Why hasn't a single record been completed in half a day?"

Quy Trach Vien reported the situation with a complicated expression. After listening, the director was silent for a long time. He looked at me. Look at Quy Trach Vien again. Looking at Co Bac Than's bruised face again. The corner of his mouth visibly twitched a few times. Then he said very seriously and seriously:

"Tieu Quy, avoid it. Tieu Vuong, go do it."

He turned and went into the office. Take three steps, turn around and add another sentence.

“Little King, please pay attention to safety.”

Tieu Vuong is the young police officer who was holding the cup just now. When he received the minutes book, his hand was also shaking. 【Chapter 3】 Tieu Vuong sat down and turned the minutes book to a new page. He cleared his throat, didn't dare look directly at me, just stared at the page and said:

"Ah um... Ma'am, let's get started. Let's first talk about the cause of today's argument."

“She hit me!” Gu Bac Than said first, "For no reason..."

“There is a good excuse.”

My voice is not loud, but clear enough. Tieu Vuong's eyes jumped back and forth between me and Co Bac Than.

"Um... So let's talk first, Mr. Co. What is the reason?"

Co Bac Than opened his mouth, but couldn't say a word. His right hand suddenly clutched the phone in his pocket.

“Just… just a small thing.”

“What small matter?”

“Post a post on social media.”

Tieu Vuong waited for a while but did not continue speaking.

“What content to post?”

Co Bac Than's face began to change miraculously. From the position of the victim being upright and heroic, he gradually slid towards guilt.

“Well… let's take a photo.”

“Taking photos of who?”

His voice became softer: "...My wife's."

“What is the photo like?”

Co Bac Than pursed his lips and said no more. I took my phone out of my pocket, unlocked the screen, found the screenshot my colleague sent, and slammed it on the table.

“See for yourself.”

Tieu Vuong bent down to look. His pupils constricted. Then he did something extremely unprofessional — he laughed. Just one moment. Less than 0.3 seconds. But I saw it. He realized he was losing his temper, quickly retracted the corners of his mouth, used the back of his hand to cover his mouth and coughed twice with a serious expression.

“Um, this situation… I understand.”

I stared at him. He didn't dare look me in the eyes.

“You were laughing just now, right?”

"Do not have." Tieu Vuong categorically denied. “I sneezed.”

Quy Trach Vien was sitting far away and poked his head over. In fact, he didn't go anywhere. The director told him to stay away, so he immediately took a chair to the corner of the lobby and sat down, saying he was filling out another form. But every thirty seconds his eyes flicked to this side once. Now he couldn't sit still anymore, he walked over and glanced down at the table. The moment he saw that photo, his expression changed extremely richly. First, recognizing the photo — His eyebrows slightly raised.