Chapter 5 — Scary Neighbors

Among the photos in the article, one is a screenshot of Truong Tu Lan publishing my information. This proves that the person posting is a member of the group of apartment residents. 7 The management board quickly posted a notice in the group: Please do not post the apartment's internal affairs online, thank you everyone for your cooperation. But the article went viral. In the afternoon, someone knocked on the door again. This time it was Truong Tu Lan's cousin sister-in-law. She stood outside the door, her eyes red. “Tieu Yeu, I ask you something.” “Say it.” “Can you delete that post?” “I didn't post it.” “It wasn't you who posted it, but you were the one who reported it to the police.” “Reporting to the police and posting are two different things.” She was impatient. “Do you know how hard that article said Tu Lan was?” “Her boss has suspended her from work!” “People on the internet scold him so harshly, he doesn't even dare to leave the house!” "He has high blood pressure again. These past few days his blood pressure has continuously increased. What if something happens..." "Sister." I interrupted her. “Truong Tu Lan posted my ID in a group of five hundred people, causing others to scold me and call and curse me.” “Did anyone think about me at that time?” Their sister-in-law was stunned. “When she made my information public, she didn't think I could get into trouble.” “When she caused others to do violence to my life, she did not think that I also had relatives.” “Now that she's being subjected to cyber violence, she remembers to find me?” "Sister, there is no morality in this world that only allows her to harm people but does not allow others to scold her." Their sister-in-law's face turned pale. “Tieu Yeu, you're still young, you don't understand.” "Tu Lan... there's no other way." "What do you mean there's no other way?" Their sister-in-law bit her lip, as if something was stuck in her throat. “Sister, what do you want to say?” She opened her mouth. In the end, he didn't say anything, turned around and left. I watched her go downstairs. A thought in my heart became more and more clear. This is absolutely not as simple as it seems. Friday. I was at home sorting through my chat history and call recordings over the past few days. Suddenly, I found a chat from last winter. That day, Truong Tu Lan asked me to help her mother change the bedsheets. The old lady lay on the bed, constantly muttering something. I asked her what she was talking about, she answered unclearly: "Money... Tu Lan took money..." At that time, I thought the old lady was confused so she didn't pay attention. Now that I remember, my back feels cold. I found another message from two months ago. Truong Tu Lan once asked in the group: "Does anyone know how to notarize a will?" At that time, someone asked: "Does your mother want to leave the house to you?" She replied: "I just asked casually." I remember at that time her mother's health was no longer good, she could only hold the wall and walk a few steps in the house. If the old lady really wants to make a will... If the old lady doesn't agree to leave the house to her sister... If the old lady wants to divide her savings among other relatives... I rubbed my temples. Don't think anymore. Things that have no evidence, the more you think about them, the more they will only make you afraid. But just because I don't think doesn't mean other people don't think either. At dusk, an argument rang out downstairs in the apartment building. I walked to the window and looked down. Truong Tu Lan was arguing with a middle-aged couple downstairs. The man grabbed her arm, the woman pointed straight at her nose. I opened the window, the sound came from below. “When your mother passed away, there was not a single person around!” “Why didn't you tell us?” “It took us almost a week to find out, and we even found out online!” Truong Tu Lan's voice was both high and shrill: "What's the use of me telling you?" “How many times have you guys visited her in the past few years?” “Can you spend any money?” "Now that he's gone, are you guys running to pretend to be filial descendants?" “You lie!” The other woman is probably Truong Tu Lan's cousin. She gave her a slap in the face. The sound echoed downstairs. “She said again

see again?” “Haven't we ever spent any money?” “For the past few years, I have transferred you two thousand yuan every month!” “Where is the money?” “Where did you spend that money?” Truong Tu Lan covered her face and took two steps back. “Don't pretend to be confused!” “Before she passed away, her mother had two hundred thousand yuan in her savings book. Now there is not a penny left!” “Where is the money?!” Households downstairs also opened their windows. The apartment security ran over. I stood by the window on the sixth floor, watching the chaotic scene below. Two hundred thousand. That's the number mentioned in the comment. 8 In the evening, Aunt Vuong came again. This time she did not bring food but held a piece of paper in her hand. “Tieu Yeu, help me take a look at this.” It's a bank transfer record. Recipient: Truong Tu Lan. Amount: Two thousand yuan per month. “This is…” “Uncle Trieu gave it to you.” Aunt Vuong lowered her voice.