Chapter 3 — Love the Wrong Way

Mother's trembling hand reached towards my cold neck artery. When her fingertips touched that dead skin, her whole body seemed to be struck by lightning, suddenly staggering backwards. "No... impossible..." Mother suddenly pushed the doctor away, rushing forward like crazy, her palm slapping hard on my pale face. "Wake up! Act! Keep acting!" She screamed, each slap carrying the wind. "You coward! Because pretending to be dead with a phone?!” On my cheeks, an unusual red color of blood hematoma appeared after death, shaking under her hand like a pile of mud. The gym teacher next to him rushed to hug her, but she hit her with an elbow and sent her two meters away. "Get out! She's my daughter! I don't even know she's pretending?!" Mom's eyes were bloodshot, her nails almost digging into my skin. At this moment, in the crowd, there was a thin and small male student who raised his hand tremblingly. "Coach... coach..." Mother suddenly turned her head, her eyes filled with blood: "What?!" The male student was so scared that his legs were shaking, but still mustered up all his courage: "I... this morning I saw Bach Mat Ly throw the phone... into the river behind the mountain." The whole scene was dead silent. Mother stiffened, then became so angry that she laughed, her voice was like sandpaper grinding through an iron plate: "Nonsense! Bach Mat Ly is a good student, how could she do such a thing!" "Which class are you in? How dare you cover up for this thief?" "I... I didn't lie to you!" The male student was about to cry. "I saw it with my own eyes!" "Talk nonsense!" Mother roared and stood up, loudly shouting: "Bach Mat Ly! Get out of line!" Silence. "Bach Jasmine! I order you to get out of line!" Mother's voice began to tremble. Still no one responded. There was a buzzing sound in the crowd. "Where did Bach Mat Ly go?" "Oh my god, could it really be she who did the harm?" "Coach Ly... trusts outsiders and not his own daughter?" "Because a liar he had only known for a few days, exposed his own daughter to death on the shooting field." The blood on her mother's face instantly drained away, leaving nothing left. "Bach. Where is Jasmine!” “Find her for me!” A black cross-country vehicle suddenly braked at the edge of the stadium, the car door opened, and two people in uniforms stepped out. The middle-aged man in the lead held up the dark blue certificate, his voice was calm but echoed throughout the entire school: "National Security Department, Tran Chi Vien." "May I ask among your new students, is there anyone named 'Bach Mat Ly'?" Mother grabbed Tran Chi Vien's arm, her knuckles turned white: "Yes! There is a person named Bach Mat Ly! What's the matter?!"Tran Chi Vien put away the certificate, speaking at an extremely fast speed. quickly: "Wanted international criminal, nicknamed 'Thousand-Faced Fox', good at disguising, involved in transnational human trafficking and murder." The mother's head made a noise and blurted out: "I once participated in a joint roundup at the border! I know Thousand-Faced Fox, she is at least over forty years old! Bach Mat Ly at our school is a new student who has just enrolled, only eighteen years old!" "That's why it's called 'Thousand' Face'."Tran Chi Vien's eyes were cold, scanning my flesh and blood on the ground. "Age, identity, are all masks."The student next to him suddenly pointed to the river behind the mountain and shouted: "Bach Mat Ly ran away! Just now someone saw her sneaking towards that direction!""But one of her phones was thrown into the river!"Tran Chi Vien immediately led someone to rush towards the river bank. pulling fences to collect evidence. Very quickly, they recovered the phone from the river, and Tran Chi Vien turned on the screen. He opened the photo album, inside there was only a video file. He pressed play, bringing the phone to his mother's eyes. On the screen, Bach Mat Ly, or more accurately, that translated youthful face, was smiling coldly at the camera. "Ly Thuc Lan, twenty

Last year, you captured my man, now I'm here to collect some profit." "When Khuong Minh Chau was three years old, I personally sent someone to capture him." "Your heroism is truly ridiculous to the extreme." "Tough mouth, stiff mind, deserving of this end." "Leaving a child under three years old there, and I go chasing criminals? As long as you have a little humanity, can Khuong Minh Chau be taken away by us?" She suddenly burst out into sharp laughter, as if she heard the biggest joke in the world: "You psycho! Really, you are a psychopath!” The face on the screen suddenly turned gloomy: “Do you know how it lives in the mountains? When you're hungry, you eat mud, when you're thirsty, you drink urine, if you break a rib, you tie it up with tree bark." "It's a pity we couldn't catch her at that time, otherwise we would have been able to deal with both of you!" "The bullet that year made me have to recover for five years before I could get out of bed! It took three years of plastic surgery, layer by layer of skin and piece of flesh being peeled away, to change this eighteen year old skin!" She pressed close to the lens, her fingertips fiercely poking at the screen, as if wanting to puncture the glass and stab her mother's eyes. "I chose Khuong Minh Chau's school, changed my identity, just because today, let you personally put your precious daughter on the beer rack like trash!"