Chapter 18 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

That laugh was so short that it was like an illusion. The next second, his voice became serious again.

“Van Duong, be careful of Bach Nhiem.”

I turned around. Bach Nhiem is still standing in the studio. Her agent was close to her ear and spoke very quickly. She lowered her head, unable to see her expression clearly. But her hand held the phone tightly. I asked: “What else can she do?” Luc Van Da replied: "Dogs pull the same fence." Just as I was about to continue speaking, a shrill scream suddenly rang out in the studio. I turned around. Bach Nhiem rushed in front of Tham Kieu and grabbed the spare phone next to the script. The screen is still connected to the scene from the old lady's side. She turned towards the camera, tears streaming down her face.

“You all cornered me.”

“But the person who deserves to die the most is not me.”

"She is Van Duong's biological mother."

I stiffened. Bach Nhiem looked at me, smiling miserably and cruelly.

“Do you want to know who she is?”

“I'll tell you.”

“She is currently in this city.”

“Besides, she has already met you.”

13 Bach Nhiem's words were like a knife stabbing straight into the quietest place of the studio. All lenses were pointed at her. She clutched the spare phone tightly, tears still falling, but the corners of her mouth curled up. That expression was even more unsightly than crying. Tham Kieu asked her in a low voice: "You said Van Duong's biological mother is in this city?" Bach Nhiem looked at me.

“That's right.”

“Not only is she here, she's alive and well.”

I held the phone tightly, my fingertips numb. My mother on the other end of the phone voice trembled.

“Duong Duong, don't listen to her nonsense.”

Bach Nhiem laughed.

“Am I talking nonsense?”

“Van Duong, did you film a public benefit short film last year?”

“There was a woman who visited the set, gave hot drinks to the whole crew, and even talked to me privately.”

An image flashed through my mind. That was last winter. I filmed a public service short film looking for relatives on the outskirts of the city. It was so cold that my fingers couldn't straighten. During lunch break, a woman wearing a gray coat came to the set. She speaks very little. Just stood at the edge of the crowd looking at me for a long time. Then she asked her assistant to bring hot drinks and give them to everyone. When I said thank you, she looked at my face, her eyes suddenly turned red. She asked me: "On your right shoulder, is there a small mole?" At that time, I just thought she had seen my interview. Because when I was a child I often wore tank tops in the summer, the mole on my shoulder was caught by the camera. I replied: Yes. The glass of water in her hand almost fell down. Then the director said, it was the sponsor of the public benefit project. My name is Lam Van Thu. I raised my head to look at Bach Nhiem.

“How do you know she asked me this question?”

The smile on Bach Nhiem's face became deeper.

“Because she once came to me.”

“She held the paper with the silver lock printed on it and asked me where the lock came from.”

“She asked me if I knew anyone named Van Duong.”

The sound of heavy breathing echoed throughout the studio. Tham Kieu asked: "How did you answer at that time?" Bach Nhiem's eyes avoided.

“I said I don't know.”

I walked step by step towards her.

“At that time she knew the lock was mine Already."

Bach Nhiem bit her lip.

“I just doubt it.”

I stared at her.

“So today you bought a black card for me.”

“So you always want to nail me into a bad boy who knew how to steal and bully others from a young age.”

“Because as long as I'm bad enough, even if she finds me, she will still hesitate.”

Bach Nhiem's face instantly turned white without a drop of blood. She did not object. That's enough. Luc Van Da's voice came from the headset.