Chapter 4 — Love the Wrong Way

She laughed until her whole body trembled, tears welled up in her eyes: "Ly Thuc Lan, you tore my husband's life, I tore your heart! This feeling is so refreshing!" Mother suddenly stood up, her eyes were red as blood, immediately wanting to rush out: "I have to kill her! Chop her into shreds!"Tran Chi Vien held her arm tightly and shouted sternly: "Ly Thuc Lan! She ran away!" Calm down!” “Let me go! She killed my daughter! I have to personally kill her!” Mother was like a crazy lioness, hitting her elbows, kicking her, her nails scratching deep blood stains on Tran Chi Vien's arm. At that moment, the ambulance arrived, two nurses came over holding bags containing my body. "Get out!" Mom suddenly broke away from Tran Chi Vien, rushed forward, spread her arms in front of my body, screaming until her vocal cords were torn: "He's not dead yet! Who dares to touch him! Give him emergency aid! Emergency treatment now!" The medical staff looked awkward and stepped forward to advise: "Coach Ly, The person has not been breathing or has a heartbeat for several hours, and the stains have already formed. It's really unnecessary." "Nonsense! You bunch of charlatans!" Mom kicked over the emergency box next to her, spilling needles and drugs all over the ground. "Help! Help me! Use an electric shock! Transfuse my blood! ” Tran Chi Vien held her arm tightly and shouted sternly: “Ly Thuc Lan! She grabbed the defibrillator's electrode patch, randomly stuck it on my ice-cold chest, pressed the charging button. "Boom!" My body was pushed up and down by the electric current, like a puppet with its strings cut off. The medical staff was so scared that she was about to cry, holding her hand tightly: "Coach Ly! This classmate is dead, I really can't be saved anymore! Don't be like that!" The red and blue lights of the police car flashed, the young policeman pushed through the crowd: "What's going on? Who reported the crime?" Mom sat on the ground, hugging me like a stone statue, not saying a word. The homeroom teacher gritted his teeth and stepped forward: "Comrade police, this... this student is dead." "How did he die?" The police frowned and scanned the scene. The teacher hesitated, his eyes avoiding: "This... is not very clear..." Two police officers, one left and one right, pulled her mother up and took her towards the police car. She did not struggle, nor did she cry, letting her body be dragged on the ground, her eyes only staring at my body being carried away. In the police station, surveillance cameras were extracted. On the screen, I was tightened by ropes on the beer rack, the red color exploded, my classmates laughed loudly, my mother coldly ordered to shoot. The watching police inhaled a cold breath, the chatter exploded: "Is this mother's heart made of iron?" "Tie your biological daughter to a beer to make living beer?" "This is not military training, this is murder!" The elderly criminal police officer pointed at the screen: "Wait, these bullets..." The technician quickly checked the ammunition brought back from the scene: "Report, the warhead was specially made." In particular, softer than air bullets used in military exercises, only filled with color, the physical death rate is extremely low.” The atmosphere froze. At this moment, the forensic pathologist pushed the door open and walked in, his face pale: "The autopsy results are out." The whole scene was silent. "In addition to the tightness caused by the rope on the surface of the body, there were many old injuries. Old broken ribs, internal organs were sticky and blood engorged in many places, caused by long periods of exposure to external forces." The forensic pathologist stopped, his voice lowered: "The direct cause of death was mechanical suffocation. But there were no signs of strangulation in the neck, no foreign objects in the mouth or nose..." "So how is suffocation?" The older criminal police officer quickly asked. Mom, who had been cowering in the corner, her hair disheveled, suddenly let out a hoarse sound. She raised her head, her eyes filled with blood, her voice like sandpaper grinding through an iron plate: "It's a stress reaction... it's a disorder."

stressed when tied down." She stared into nothingness, saying every word: "When he was three years old, he was kidnapped, he was hung from the rafters by a rope. After that, just being tied up, its trachea will constrict." She suddenly grabbed her hair and laughed out loud: "I killed it." I followed my mother, my soul light, my chest choked with pain. It turned out she knew. It turned out she had always remembered that I had been hung from the beam, remembered that I had stress disorder when tied up. But just now, she knew. personally tied me up there. Mom was still muttering to herself, her eyes tired: "I thought he was pretending... his physical condition was too poor, I wanted him to follow my path, I wanted to forge him into steel... but he still couldn't..." The door of the interrogation room was pushed open. Dad rushed in, his eyes red, grabbed his mother's collar, screaming: "Ly Thuc Lan! Are you crazy?" "Minh Chau was born prematurely, his heart and lungs are weak, the doctor has warned him for a long time that he cannot exercise vigorously! Why are you still forcing her?!" Mom was shaken by him until her mind was confused, but suddenly she pulled out a smile that was even more ugly than crying: "She's dead, our daughter is dead..." Dad's eyes immediately turned red, the strength in his hand did not loosen, his voice trembled with hatred: "You crazy! You are crazy! That's our daughter!” Dad suddenly let go and staggered back two steps.