Chapter 26 — Secret Explosive Burning of Cow Dung

However, the painful groan from the phone forced me to swallow back my tears.

“Lam Van Thu!”

There was no response. The man's voice was close to his ear.

“Van Duong, listen carefully.”

“Your biological mother is in my hands.”

“If you want her to be safe, tell Luc Van Da to hand over the roll of film from the photography shop.”

Luc Van Da grabbed the phone.

“Who are you?”

He smirked.

“You don't need to know.”

Luc Van Da coldly said: "You want the film, it proves there's something you're afraid of." His laughter died down. Luc Van Da continued: "Nuu Vinh Phuc is dead, Duong Thuy Phuong is also dead."

“Nuu Dai Dung did not have the guts to send someone to destroy evidence in both places.”

"Bach Nhiem doesn't even have that kind of brain."

“So you don't have to work for them.”

“You work for the guy who bought the baby in the past.”

The car fell silent. I looked at Luc Van Da. The man on the phone was also speechless. A few seconds later, he coldly shouted: "Stop beating around the bush."

“Within 20 minutes, I should see the film.”

Luc Van Da glanced at the location on the phone.

“Okay.”

I rolled my eyes at him. But he grabbed the back of my hand, signaling silence.

“The location is up to you.”

The man said: "The abandoned theater in the south of the city."

“Only you and Van Duong can come.”

“If you report to the police, she will die.”

The phone hung up. My ears were ringing. Luc Van Da immediately reported the location and content of the call to the police. Now I understand, you were just wasting time. But my heart is still cold.

“Are we going to an abandoned theater?”

Luc Van Da replied: "Go to Lam Van Thu's house first."

“To confirm whether she was taken away or not.”

I asked again: "What if he really takes someone away?" Luc Van Da looked at me.

“Let's go too.”

I stared at the street lights passing by the window, suddenly remembering Bach Nhiem's words. *She had met her long ago.* It turned out that not only Lam Van Thu had met me. The hand of the one who held me away in the past is probably still hidden in the crowd, watching me grow up, witnessing me being cursed at, watching me step by step closer to the truth. When the car crashed into the apartment complex, police cars were parked downstairs. The elevator number to the 27th floor jumps one step at a time. Every second feels like a long time. As soon as the door opened, I rushed out first. Lam Van Thu's door opened slightly. Inside was a mess. The living room floor was littered with broken glass and papers. But there was no sign of anyone. There were only blood stains next to the sofa. And a photo was torn apart. On the back of the photo, there are words written in bright red pen. *If you want to know who your biological father is, bring the film to exchange.* 19 I stared at the red text on the back of the photo, my fingers felt cold as if they were no longer mine. Luc Van Da snatched the photo from my hand and handed it to the police officer who had just entered. “They wanted to lure us to the abandoned theater,” he said. The policeman asked: "Where is the film?" Tham Kieu announced on the phone: "It's at my place, it's been handed over to the police at the scene to seal it." I looked up and looked at Luc Van Da. He also looked at me. We all understand that what the other person wants is not necessarily just that roll of film. What they want is all the evidence that can nail the crimes of the past. Lam Van Thu's house was ransacked and destroyed. Streak The blood next to the sofa wasn't much, but it was enough to make my throat choke. I squatted down and picked up a piece of paper that was trampled on the floor. Above are only a few faint words. *Duong An, full month.* I clutched the piece of paper in my palm. Luc Van Da whispered: "Don't crumple it." I raised my eyes.

“Is she okay?”

He was silent for half a second.

“No way.”

I smiled faintly.

“Every time you act calm like that, I know that inside you are also confused.”

Luc Van Da did not argue.