Chapter 7 — Scary Neighbors

“Did she ever say anything to you?” "Have." “Say what?” “You mentioned money once.” Trieu Ngoc Phan leaned forward slightly. “What did she say?” “She said the money was taken by Tu Lan.” That's what I heard when I came to take care of the old lady. At that time, I didn't hear clearly and thought she was confused. But thinking back now, she was definitely still conscious at that time. Trieu Ngoc Phan's expression changed. “I knew it right away.” She gritted her teeth. “I immediately knew it was Truong Tu Lan who took it.” A man standing behind her said: "Eldest sister, calm down a bit." “How can I calm down?” “There is also the old woman's own retirement money, the money she has saved for twenty years!” “Was it all swallowed by it alone?” “He took our money and left his mother to starve right at home!” This statement was like a dagger, tearing away the last bit of dignity in the room. At the end, Trieu Ngoc Phan's voice turned into a cry. “My poor aunt…” “Saving every penny all my life, in the end I couldn't even eat a hot meal…” Her cries echoed in the hallway. Aunt Vuong opened the door and walked in. Uncle Trieu also arrived. People upstairs and downstairs also gradually gathered. Trieu Ngoc Phan knelt in front of my house, crying until his heart was broken. "It's my fault... It's all my fault..." "At first I should have taken my aunt out..." "All of us didn't see it..." "That beast... Even his own mother didn't spare him..." I don't know when Truong Tu Lan's cousin sister-in-law came, squatting next to her and advising her. The hallway was filled with people. Some people sighed, some people's eyes turned red, some people took out their phones to film. On the door of apartment 601, the seal still lies quietly. That door has not been opened for a long time. I stood in front of my house, looking at the scene before my eyes. There was no feeling of anger in my heart, I just felt cold. Day nine. Finally, Truong Tu Lan also appeared. She sent me a message via WeChat. “Luc Yeu, sorry.” “I know it's useless to say anything now.” “I just want to tell you that my mother really passed away naturally.” “The day she passed away, I was working overtime.” “When I returned, she had stopped breathing.” “It's not that I don't want to deal with it.” “I just…” “Don't dare.” I stared at the words, my fingertips cold. She sent another message. “I didn't dare report to the police because I was afraid of being scolded by others for being unfilial.” “I didn't dare tell my relatives because I was afraid they would blame me.” “So I thought, I'll go on a business trip for a week, let you find out, then…” “That way I won't have to suffer anymore.” “I know I'm very mean.” "Sorry." 10 I looked at the message, my fingertips were cold. That was her entire explanation. I don't dare to face it, so I let someone else face it for me. I don't dare to bear it, so I let someone else bear it for me. She gave the key to me not because she trusted me. If I really went to her house that day. Found the old lady dead in the house. What will I do? I will report to the police. What then? I was the last person to enter the scene, my fingerprints were all over the room. Truong Tu Lan is not in the city, she has a full alibi. As for the camera, there are only pictures of me going in and out of apartment 601 every day. An eighty-year-old woman died in the house, and people came to take care of her every day. How could she not know? The comments are correct. She was just waiting to blame this murder on me. “I just don't dare.” How gentle it sounds. What you don't dare to face, you want me to bear. What you don't dare carry on your back, you want me to carry instead. I picked up my phone and took screenshots of her two messages. I sent it to lawyer Phuong. Accompanied by a sentence: "Is that considered admitting slander?" Three minutes later, lawyer Phuong replied: "Ms. Luc, we have decided not to continue representing Ms. Truong's case. You can contact the police to submit these evidences." Five minutes later, lawyer Phuong sent another message. “Personally, I suggest you organize all the evidence and hand it over to the police.” “Miss T

The chest may take other actions.” “Please be careful.” I also took a screenshot of lawyer Phuong's message. Then I packed all the documents and sent them to the designated email address of the area police station. Day ten. The turning point appears. Truong Tu Lan's ex-husband, a man who had been bedridden for three years, called from the rehabilitation center. He didn't call me but called Trieu Ngoc Phan. That afternoon, Trieu Ngoc Phan ran to my house and told me the content of the call. “That man said the accident three years ago was no accident.” I was stunned. "He said that before the incident happened, Truong Tu Lan bought insurance for him." “After the accident, she received one million two hundred thousand yuan in compensation.” "At that time, he wanted to report to the police, but Truong Tu Lan knelt down and begged, saying he was just temporarily confused."