Chapter 3 — The Case of Theft During a Power Outage

I pointed to the... mouse tail in the dish and began to ponder. My brother's expression didn't change, he calmly threw the dish in the trash in front of me: "Maybe I play too much video games and my eyesight is bad. It's obviously duck legs, if you don't like it then fine, I'll make another dish." After speaking, he turned around and walked into the kitchen as if nothing had happened. The corner of my mouth twitched: "Ha, I thought you believed me and not Wu Zetian's eyes? In times of economic recession, Mouse is no longer a nice mouse, he even goes to the sea to be a duck." My brother paused a step: "Give me 20,000, don't tell my parents." “Deal!” Even though my pocket money is not much, who would refuse money? I suddenly remembered that last night I still had some grilled meat skewers and Chinese cabbage that I hadn't finished eating, so I could wrap up the rolls and eat them later. While I was stooping to rummage through a pile of items at the grill in the yard, I suddenly felt someone behind me. I raised my head— It was Truong Lam Duy. He had a towering aura, his eyes were still a little dark, it was obvious he hadn't slept all night. I reflexively took a step back. He gradually approached. Those fox eyes glanced at my lips dangerously: "Why didn't you reply to my message last night? Is it because you're bad at games, or... bad at other things?" As expected, men—always care about whether they “get it” or not. It seems that the culprit is this vixen! I was so angry that I puffed my cheeks and was about to raise my hand to punch him when... He held my wrist tightly. He smiled, his eyes half teasing, half seductive: "Do you want to try again?" Try what?! Even though he's really handsome, I'm not the type of person who's easily swayed by decree! I was about to seriously refuse when— A familiar voice rang out at the door: “What do you two… want to try?” 8 Is the "strong brother" Chu Tu Ngon. He wore a white shirt, the buttons on his chest were stretched to the point of bursting, and wore silver-framed glasses, but his face was not very pleasant. Truong Lam Duy let go of my wrist and calmly said: "Let's try out To To's new character in the game. What are you so nervous about?" Chu Tu Ngon pursed his lips, handed me the bag in his hand, glanced at Truong Lam Duy, with a slight warning in his eyes. I immediately "changed sides", gratefully accepted the gift bag, and hugged Chu Tu Ngon as a strong support. Are you kidding, playing Ghost Wolf and being discovered as a Wolf, then I - the villagers - of course have to stay away from that Wolf Truong Lam Duy! “You came to visit and brought a gift, so shy~” I received the bag and curiously took it out to see— It was a high-end, custom-designed dress. Fabrics, seams, hand embroidery... are clearly limited products of big brands. I started to feel confused. "If you don't deserve the job, you won't receive any benefits. Today is not my birthday, so why are you suddenly giving me a dress?" Although I can still "reciprocate" this gift if needed, but compared to the small accessories they used to give in the past... A high-end dress worth millions like this is truly beyond normal. Truong Lam Duy crossed his arms, smiled slightly, his voice was light: "Since when has General Manager Chu been so generous? Giving away high-end items? Isn't it a guilty conscience that wants to please people?" Chu Tu Ngon coldly counterattacked: "Mr. Truong, take care of your own affairs." I started to feel confused again. Could it be that... the real murderer is not Truong Lam Duy? “Thank you, Tu Ngon.” – I said solemnly – “But this dress is precious too much, I can't accept it." He looked at me, his eyes complicated: "Are you sure?" I nodded and gave the dress back to him: "There's no good reason, I won't accept it." Chu Tu Ngon took the dress back, was silent for a few seconds, then sighed helplessly: "Okay, I understand." After speaking, he seemed to want to say something but stopped, his eyes still carrying a bit of confusion. Truong Lam Duy curled his lips: "General Chu, how does it feel to be rejected?" Chu Tu Ngon glanced at him, then turned to gently ask me: "To To, where is your brother?"{Read full at Van Ha Tuong Tu page} "Ah yes! He's cooking." - I immediately took the opportunity - "Quickly come in and see, this house is missing anyone but not your skills." I quickly pushed him into the kitchen. Chu Tu Ngon glanced slightly at my wrist placed behind his back, his throat moving slightly. Truong Lam Duy stood up straight and followed: "Your cooking isn't bad either." I smiled faintly: “You? The finished product depends on luck, the taste depends on luck. Your last dish of fried caramel eggs can be called a masterstroke that destroys the night sky - the eighth wonder of the world." Truong Lam Duy was just about to refute—“To To.” A voice rang out, not belonging to any of the three of us. Why is there someone else coming?! 9 Not knowing when, Luc Vien Xuyen leaned against the door frame, her hair carefully gelled, sparkling under the light. They were all surprised to see his metallic silver hair. “Did you… dye your hair?” “Why is it dyed silver white?” Luc Vien Xuyen smiled, her dimples clearly visible, her eyes fixed on me: "Isn't it beautiful?" Honestly… it's beautiful. But for some reason, I suddenly remembered back in high school, when I was still at the same table with him, when I was possessed by "teen syndrome", I once said a stupid sentence: "My future boyfriend has to dye his hair gray because of me. Blonde hair is not okay, it's too painful to the eyes.” Now he suddenly plays this trick... it's a bit creepy. Could it be... that person last night was him?! “Ah yes, To To.” – Luc Vien Xuyen continued – “I quit smoking, I don't smoke anymore. I'll try to smell it, does it still smell? What are you talking about when you say 'bad technique'? As soon as this sentence was uttered, the whole villa was as quiet as paper. Three men turned to look at me at the same time. Luc Vien Xuyen's puppy eyes were wet and innocent. Chu Tu Ngon is still gentle, but his eyes look like he's smiling. Truong Lam Duy can't say anything - his eyes are profound and unpredictable. Please, can this guy say something that won't trick someone? It's true that fate is playing tricks on me, but I don't dare laugh, because the one being made fun of... is me. That's it... surely this honest puppy guy is not the murderer. But now I'm so embarrassed that my toes want to scrape the ground and hide. I am small - weak - not pitiful. So... I shouted loudly, turned around and ran straight into the kitchen: "Brother, is the rice finished cooking?!!" On the dining table. I bowed my head and ate, determined not to give myself a chance to open my mouth. But I forgive others, they don't forgive me. Truong Lam Duy glanced at his foxy eyes full of mischief, calmly picked up a piece of sweet and sour ribs and put it in my bowl: "So you sent mass text messages? Makes me think I did something big.” Luc Vien Xuyen also continued: "I also thought it was true, this morning I even showed my face to go to the doctor department. I'm sure there's no mouth odor, smell it!" After saying that, he leaned his face closer, almost touching me. Chu Tu Ngon coldly pushed his head away: "Don't spit over here." “No way! You slander me!” – Luc Vien Xuyen immediately objected. My brother frowned in confusion: "What mass text message?" Luc Vien Xuyen stopped picking up the food and turned to me: "It's the text message from last night. To To said something like 'strong mouth odor', 'very bad technique'." My brother suddenly remembered and immediately nodded: "Ah, that!" My sister must have been tricked by some brat and misunderstood." Damn it... The more I think about it, the angrier I get. If things were to pass like that, wouldn't the murderer of last night have gotten away with it easily? Oh my god, I consider you as my biological father, do you consider me as a stepchild? I looked up from my bowl of rice and decided to turn over the cards: “No. Last night when the power went out... I was kissed by a thief."