Chapter 6 — On Divorce, Ex-Husband's Bnq Passed Away

8 "Don't go! It's too dangerous!" Ly Tinh snatched the phone from my hand, so excited that he was shaking. "It's obviously a trap! That person is either planning to kill someone to destroy the truth, or wants to lure you there and set up something!" "I know." I looked at her, my voice extremely calm. "But he dared to make an appointment, proving that he has something I need in his hand. It could be evidence, or an important clue." "But you can't go alone! You have to warn the police." murder!" "No." I immediately denied. "Tell the police, he will not appear again. This case is at a dead end. Co Ngon has destroyed key evidence, and the DNA in the fingernails cannot be identified. If I don't go, we may forever lose the opportunity to find the truth." "But you can't be so reckless!" Ly Tinh was so frantic that he walked around the room. "To Yen, listen to me, let me handle the matter." "Hey. I'll hire a few trustworthy bodyguards to follow you, or secretly notify Captain Truong and ask them to arrange remote monitoring." "No." I shook my head. "He made it clear that he wanted me to come alone. Since he dared to make an appointment, he's definitely prepared. As long as there are more people, he will be alert." "You're crazy!" Ly Tinh looked at me in disbelief. "You know, you're betting your life!" "I'm not betting." Her hand, her hand was cold. "Ly Tinh, trust me. I'm a professional. I know how to protect myself." My eyes made Ly Tinh gradually calm down. She has known me for many years, knowing that I have never done anything without certainty. "So what are you going to prepare?" "Help me prepare a few things." I said. "A mini recorder, a GPS locator, and... a scalpel." Ly Tinh's pupils immediately shrank. "A scalpel?" "Used for self-defense." I replied faintly. "In my field, it is more effective than any weapon." Half past nine at night. I drove Ly Tinh's car to the abandoned factory in the west of the city. This place used to be a chemical factory, abandoned for more than a decade because of serious pollution. In the darkness, tall chimneys and ruined buildings look like silent giants, exuding a creepy feeling. I parked the car remotely, checking that the GPS device was turned on — Ly Tinh could track my location in real time via my phone. The recorder is installed in the collar, the scalpel is hidden in the sleeve. I took a deep breath, pushed the car door open, walked alone towards the largest and most dilapidated factory. The factory door was ajar. I just had to push lightly, and the door immediately opened. "Creak——" The rusty hinge made a shrill noise, echoing in the quiet night. It was dark inside, the smell of dust and rust was strong in the air. I turned on my phone's flashlight, the flickering light swept across the damaged machinery and trash scattered everywhere. "Is anyone there?" I called out, my voice echoing in the empty space. No one answered. I tightened the handle of the scalpel in my sleeve, step by step moving deeper inside. Intuition told me — danger was very near. Suddenly, a strong wind came from behind. I reflexively lowered my body and rolled to the side. A black shadow rushed past where I was standing, hitting the ground hard. Be a man. He was wearing black clothes, a hat, and a mask — his face could not be seen clearly. In his hand he holds an iron pipe. If I hadn't dodged in time, that blow would have broken my skull on the spot. "Not bad reflexes." He stood up, shook his wrist, it was the same voice on the phone from before - cold and scary. "As expected of To Yen." "Who are you? Called me here, just to sneak attack me?" I stared at him, my hand already on the hilt of the scalpel. "I just want to test you. See if you are qualified to know the truth." He step by step. came closer to me. "It seems, for the time being, you qualify." "What do you want to tell me?" "I want to say, you and the police... are both

Guess wrong." He stopped walking, keeping a safe distance from me. "Lam Uyen Uyen's death was not because of love, nor because of trade conflicts." He said. "It was an... 'internal purge'." Internal purge? Those four words made my heart beat faster. "What do you mean?" "Lin Uyen Uyen is not Vuong Hao's person. Nor is it 'Co Ngon's woman'." His voice was full of sarcasm. "She is my person." There was a "bee" sound in my head. "Who are you?" "You don't need to know who I am." He replied. "You just need to know, Lam Uyen Uyen betrayed us. She intended to bring something that belonged to us to bargain with both Co Ngon and Vuong Hao. Too greedy.” “So you killed her?” “No.” He denied. “We just want to take back what belongs to us. She slipped into the bathtub herself. "What he said almost coincided with my guess. Except for one point - the murderer was not Co Ngon. "What about Co Ngon?" "Him?" The man chuckled softly. “It's just an unlucky person who appeared at the wrong time. When he arrived, Lam Uyen Uyen was already dead. He thought you killed him, so he pushed the boat along and 'perfected' the scene for you." His words completely collapsed all my previous judgments. If what he said was true, then Co Ngon was guilty - but not of murder. And the real murderer... was someone else. "Why should I believe you?" I asked. "Because of this." He pulled out a small object from his pocket and threw it over. It's a USB. I caught it. "In here is the proof that Lam Uyen Uyen betrayed us, and it's also what she used to threaten Co Ngon. Enough to cause his company to completely collapse.” He said. “Now, I give it to you. Consider it... a little compensation for Lam Uyen Uyen's matter." "What are you doing that for?" "Because Co Ngon must collapse. As for the reason, you don't need to know." Having said that, he turned around to leave. "Wait!" I called him back. "The skin tissue under Lam Uyen Uyen's fingernails - is it yours?" He stopped and turned his head to look at me. Even though he was wearing a mask, I still felt the smile on his lips. "I told you, she slipped on her own." He did not answer directly. His shadow quickly disappeared in the darkness. I stood still, clutching the cold USB in my hands. My hands were soaked with sweat. I knew... he wasn't telling the truth. But this USB - what was in it, was enough to cause Co Ngon's death. Now, the choice is in my hands. Hand it over to the police for economic crimes - but can the real murderer escape?