Chapter 12 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

“Luc Van Da, you dare!”

Luc Van Da's eyelids did not blink.

"I didn't want to take it out."

“Since this matter is related to Van Duong, I want to let her know for herself first.”

“But today you dragged her into the mud first.”

Nuu Dai Dung's chest was heaving, his eyes were filled with red blood. Bach Nhiem reacted faster than him. She suddenly turned to me.

“Van Duong, do you really want him to continue?”

“Have you ever thought, what if the truth is very unsightly?”

“What if your biological parents really don't need you?”

This sentence is like a small needle. The stab wasn't deep, but it went straight into an old wound. I looked at her.

“Even if it's unsightly is also my problem.”

“It's not your turn to cover up yet.”

Bach Nhiem choked. My mother sobbed on the phone.

“Duong Duong, don't be afraid.”

“You are not an abandoned child.”

“Once upon a time, I met that woman.”

“The second day after Duong Thuy Phuong brought her child, a young woman chased her to the edge of the village.”

“She cried so much that she couldn't stand, saying her child had been taken away.”

My heart skipped a beat.

“Who is she?”

My mother's voice trembled.

“I don't know.”

“Nuu Vinh Phuc stopped her.”

“He said there were no children in the village.”

“He threatened that if she continued to make noise, he would take her to the police station.”

“Then the woman was led away by a man.”

“When my mother chased after me, I only picked up a piece of paper looking for someone who was soaked in the rain.”

Tham Kieu asked in a low voice: "Is that paper still there?" My mother said: “Yes.”

“Mom still keeps it.”

I closed my eyes.

“What is written on it?”

The sound of rummaging through drawers was heard from the other end of the line. It took a long time for my mother to choke up as she read it.

“Looking for a baby girl, 2 months old, has a small red mole on her right shoulder, and a silver lock in her diaper.”

The studio was as silent as a sheet. My right shoulder does have a small lipstick mole. Since I was little, when I was bathing me, my mother always said that this mole grew like a small bean. I never thought that one day it would turn into proof of relative recognition. Tham Kieu's voice was also a bit tense.

“So where is the silver lock?”

The other end of the line was silent. Luc Van Da answered for her.

“What's missing from the iron box is that silver lock.”

Nuu Dai Dung forcefully pulled off the headphones. His connection screen went black. But right before the screen turned off for a second, I saw that next to the newly built red brick wall behind him, there was an old lady standing with a cane. The old woman raised her head, her lips moving. The mouthpiece said: *Don't believe it.* 09 The black frame stopped at a corner of the large screen. The director did not immediately interrupt. Everyone saw that old lady. Her back is hunched, her hair is gray, but her eyes are bright and scary. Tham Kieu immediately asked the backstage team.

"Can I contact Mr. Nguu again?"

In the headset there is a quick response. Tham Kieu looked into the camera.

“Mr. Nguu temporarily refuses to connect.”

Comments have gone crazy.

“Who is that old lady?”

“She said 'don't believe it', right?”

“Is the silver lock in Niu Dai Dung's hand?”

“Why didn't Bach Nhiem say anything more?”

I turned my head to look at Bach Nhiem. She was indeed very quiet. The silence was like suddenly being stripped of all words phone. She lowered her head to look at the water stains on the table, her fingertips twitching little by little. I asked her: “Have you ever seen that silver lock?” Bach Nhiem looked up.

“How can I see?”

I looked straight into her eyes.

“I haven't even told you what it looks like.”

Her face was a little embarrassed.

"Didn't you say it was a silver lock just now?"

“What else could a silver lock look like?”

Luc Van Da suddenly spoke: "That lock is not a normal long-life lock."