Chapter 3 — On Divorce, Ex-Husband's Bnq Passed Away

There were no fatal injuries. There was a light impact on the back of the head, not strong enough to cause a coma. Under the nail there are a few epidermal cells, waiting for DNA comparison. Everything… looked like an accident. Or, a murder cleverly disguised as an accident. "What's wrong?" Ly Tinh finally couldn't help but speak up. I turned off the phone and handed it back to her. "Ly Tinh, help me convey the words to Captain Truong." I raised my head and looked straight into her eyes. "I want to redo the statement." Ly Tinh was stunned. "Have you thought carefully? Now, it's easy for them to grasp the loophole." "I've thought carefully." My voice was not loud, but extremely determined. "And, please help me ask Captain Truong a question." "What question?" "Just ask him... If a woman wants to commit suicide in the bathtub, or be killed by someone else in it... why is the water in the bathtub cold?" Ly Tinh's pupils suddenly shrank. She's not a criminal, but smart enough to immediately understand what I mean. Hot water, represents preparation and calm. As for cold water... Represents haste, surprise and struggle. "I understand." Ly Tinh stood up. "Waiting to hear from you." After she left, I leaned back in the chair and closed my eyes. Co Ngon, I thought I had created a perfect trap. He thought he could drown me in the mud and never raise my head again. But he forgot. I'm To Yen. Someone who understands the dark side of humanity better than me. His drama, in my eyes, is full of holes. What I need to do - is to find that most fatal flaw, then rip it out myself. 4When Truong Chinh appeared in front of me again, it was already midnight. He looked tired, but his eyes were even sharper than before. He didn't open his mouth right away, just sat across from me, quietly observing. This kind of silence is a psychological blow. He was waiting for me to speak first, to reveal an opening. Unfortunately... he chose the wrong person. I'm more patient than you. In the end, he still couldn't bear it first. "You said, the water in the tub is cold water." He tapped on the table. "How do you know?" "Basic knowledge." I replied. "The forensic report did not mention the water temperature, but I guess the police examining the scene must have taken notes. If it were hot water, the mirror would be covered with a thin, even layer of steam. But in the photo, the water stains on the mirror are interrupted, as if someone wiped them with wet hands, not because of Condensed steam." Truong Chinh's eyes narrowed. "Go on." "Lam Uyen Uyen's cause of death was drowning, there was a slight wound on the back of her head. It looked like an accident where she slipped, hit her head on the sink and then fainted, and ended up drowning in the water. This is what you want me to admit, right? That she and I had an argument and accidentally pushed her down." "Isn't that true?" "Of course not." I said. laughed. "Captain Truong, please look closely at the photo. The anti-slip mat next to the bathtub... is still dry." Truong Chinh's expression finally changed. Obviously he hadn't noticed that detail. "A person was about to take a bath, or was taking a bath, how could the anti-slip mat be allowed to dry? The only explanation is: she was not ready to take a bath at all. She was fully clothed, someone forced her into the water. Or, it happened somewhere else, and then the body was placed in the bathtub by the murderer, creating a fake scene that looked like an accident." "That's just your speculation." Truong Chinh's voice was a bit dry. "I have evidence." I looked at him. "The forensic report clearly states: there is cuticle tissue in Lam Uyen Uyen's fingernails. You need time to compare the DNA, but I can confirm - it's not mine, I haven't been close to her all day." "Your alibi is absent." "So I give you a direction.

new investigation.”