Chapter 13 — The House She Left Behind

“He told me to leave, proving that he still has something else in hand.” Ha Ngoc Mai supported Tuong Thua Trach, her tears had not yet dried. Hearing this sentence, she immediately raised her head. “Duong Duong, don't go.” “Luong Van Bach has no limits.” I looked at her. “Eldest aunt, only now do you know that he has no limits?” One sentence from me made Ha Ngoc Mai's face turn gray. She didn't argue anymore. Tuong Thua Trach leaned back in his chair, his voice hoarse. “Duong Duong, what he wants is not the original in your hand.” “He wants you to sign a copy yourself.” "The previous change application was risky. He was afraid that I would overturn it later." I asked. “How do you know?” Tuong Thua Ze closed his eyes. “Because he once forced me to record a recording.” “The content is that I admit that you agreed a long time ago to use the compensation money as a bridging loan for me.” “He said that as long as you sign, plus my recording, your whole family will turn into an internal loan dispute.” “The civil dispute lasts several years, he will be able to transfer all the money.” Ha Ngoc Mai heard her whole body tremble. She wanted to hug Tuong Thua Ze, but as if she finally understood how she was protecting a trap, her hand stopped in mid-air. La Khai stood at the door, his face very gloomy. "Previously, Luong Van Bach worked in risk control and was best at separating criminal risks into civil disputes." “As long as the documents look like the family members have negotiated, the first reaction of many people is to tell you to go to court and sue.” I looked at him. “I understand these things too.” La Khai did not avoid it. "Understand." “We debt collectors have seen many gray area tricks.” “I can't say I've never put pressure on anyone.” “But this time Luong Van Bach has crossed the limit.” He stopped. “Maybe in his eyes, it wasn't robbery.” "He thinks that the compensation money to renovate the old area is already a piece of meat that no one has time to see, so he just took action earlier than others." I didn't reply. There are many people in the world who, when they do something wrong, find a very decent reason for it. Police Khuong arranged for someone to contact the office to renovate the old area of the ward. The staff on duty responds, the subject with ownership rights must bring their own identification, judgment receipt and original ownership records to the counter to file an emergency protest. The official blockade document must go through the process, not until tomorrow morning at the earliest. What Luong Van Bach grasps is this time difference. I said. “So tonight I must show up.” My mother was still standing outside the door. Hearing this sentence, she finally walked in. Her face was bloodless, but her voice was more stable than before. "I go to the cultural house, mom goes to the ward." I frowned. “What are you doing there, Mom?” She took out her ID. “That card was opened under my mother's name, and my mother is also in the video.” “I will come and explain that I never agreed to change any compensation.” "In the past, I always hid behind your back, but this time I can't anymore." I looked at her, my chest felt like something was gently hitting me. She is still afraid. But she no longer turned fear into a reason for me to give in. Police Khuong quickly divided into two lines. One way followed me to the old cultural house. Go with your mother to the ward duty station and first submit a written protest. Ha Ngoc Mai suddenly stood up. “I also went to the ward.” Mom looked at her. There's still hurt in my eyes, but I don't deny it. “You can go too.” “But this time you cannot ask any more questions on behalf of Thua Trach.” Ha Ngoc Mai bowed her head. “I know.” Just as we were about to leave, the ward staff called again. The voice on the other end was very urgent. “Miss Duong, in addition to the account change form, the system also includes an on-site confirmation video.” My steps stopped. “What video?” The opponent said. “The person in the video held her ID and told the camera that she voluntarily changed her account to receive compensation.” “The time shown is seven fifty-five tonight.” 14 Tonight at seven fifty-five, I'm in the car outside the police station. Cannot appear in the confirmation video of the old area renovation office. Police officer Khuong asked the other party to immediately save the original, but it was not possible

deleted, not transmitted outside. The duty officer's family name is Lam. Her voice was also panicked. "I'm just on duty for appraisal. I just opened the attached file when I saw the process was about to be automatically transferred." “If you guys hadn't called, I wouldn't have discovered such a strange time.” I asked. “What does the person in the video look like?” Ms. Lam said. "Wear a hat, wear a mask, not much of your face is exposed." “But in her hand she held her original ID photo, and the voice also read the correct ID number.” My heart sank. The original identification card is always on me. But the ID photo was most likely taken at the same time Tuong Thua Trach got the house certificate. The voice can be pre-cut, imitated, or used in other ways to sound very similar. Luong Van Bach does not need to deceive everyone. He just needed to cheat through a process that was racing against time. Police Khuong immediately changed the layout. I went to the ward.