Chapter 18 — The Night of Power Failure on the 17th Floor

Now An An finally understands. You won't get lost. And that place was originally connected to a place that was not allowed to be found by others. An An slowly raised her hand and pointed at the photo shop's rolling door. The bank employee breathed a sigh of relief. But Dong Dien's eyes still haven't completely relaxed. An An said. "The door is inside." Dong Dien asked coldly. "Which door?" An An looked at Khuong Hoa's hand. Her fingertips tapped again. Three short, one long. An An took a deep breath. "Dark room." "Behind the drainage ditch." The bank employee blurted out. "I told you there is a hidden door inside." Dong Dien tilted his head to look at her. The woman immediately shut her mouth. It was those words that made An An know that the bank employee had never been there. She only heard a bit of the old story, then was pushed forward by Dong Dien to find the way. Dong Dien waved his hand. The woman walked to the rolling door and took out the folded key from her sleeve. Her hands are shaking. When the rolling door was pulled up, the sound of metal rubbing echoed far and wide in the alley. The inside of Vong Giang photo shop is as dark as a well. The air smells musty and smells faintly of chemicals. Captain Dien's men immediately rushed out. An An knew they were definitely outside. But Dong Dien dared to place Khuong Hoa in the middle of the alley, proving that he had arranged a retreat in advance. She can't gamble. Dong Dien pulled Khuong Hoa up from the chair. Khuong Hoa could not stand firmly and staggered a step. An An unconsciously took half a step forward. Dong Dien looked at her. "Very good." "Your mother's love is deep and meaningful, saving me a lot of effort." An An stopped walking. The girl stared at the camera in front of his chest. It's not an ordinary camera. There was a thin wire attached to the bottom of the camera, running along his sleeve to his palm. When he pressed the shutter button, he didn't just take a photo. Might as well be sending a signal. An An deliberately asked. "Why did you take pictures of me?" Dong Dien lowered his head to touch the camera. "Because someone wants to see your final appearance." Khuong Hoa suddenly raised his head. An An's heart also sank. There are still others. Behind Dong Dien there may be someone who has never shown his face. The bank employee went into the photo shop first. Dong Dien pushed Khuong Hoa after him. An An was the last person to enter. As soon as she crossed the threshold, the rolling door behind her suddenly lowered. A "bang" sounded. The red light in the alley was completely blocked from outside. In the darkness, Dong Dien's voice rang close to her ear. "Now." "Lead the way." 17 Inside the photo studio was colder than outside. After the rolling door was lowered, the last bit of light from the street lights was blocked. The darkness is like a wet cloth stuck to a person's face. An An stood at the door, not immediately moving forward. She heard Khuong Hoa's heavy breathing. I also heard the thin string in Dong Dien's hand gently rubbing against his sleeve. The bank employee walking in front turned on the phone light. As soon as the light turned on, Dong Dien's voice was cold. "Turn it off." The woman's hand shook, the light immediately turned off. An An, on the other hand, breathed a sigh of relief. Dong Dien did not dare to leave the light on for too long. That proves that there are things here that he doesn't want others to see clearly. The girl said softly. "In a dark room, you can't turn on the white light." Dong Dien looked at her. "You remember clearly." An An said. "Grandma once said." "The things inside will be damaged when exposed to light." This is true. Those were also the words she intentionally said to Dong Dien. If what Dong Dien wants is the original file, he will not dare to act arbitrarily. Dong Dien pushed Khuong Hoa. "Go." Khuong Hoa staggered forward. An An walked behind her, stepping on a piece of broken glass under her foot. A “crack” sound rang out. Everyone stopped. Dong Dien's hand pressed on Khuong Hoa's shoulder. An An immediately said. “Bang

"Photos were broken." "Previously, the walls here were full of photos." The bank employee cursed softly. "Too many words." Dong Dien didn't say anything. An An knew he had guessed right. He needed her to accept the directions. He didn't dare to force her to shut up. The front room of the photo shop was not large. On the left was a counter that had been vacated a long time ago. On the right wall were still hanging a few faded wedding photos. The faces of the people in the photos were dampened by moisture. nhoe, nu cuoi giong nhu nhung to giay trang bi xe rach. An An dung lai truoc tam rem do. Tren rem phu mot lop bui day. Con be dua tay khe gat. Bui bay len, khien nhan vien ngan hang ho lien tuc. Dong Dien lap tuc lui lai nua buoc. An An ghi nho dong tac nay. Han so bui. Hoac noi dung hon, han so bot hoa chat cu o noi nay. Trong phong toi co mui hoa chat nang hon. O goc tuong dat mot hang thung nhua. Mot so thung da Cracked, the black liquid inside dried into hard pieces. An An saw that the drainage ditch was much smaller than in her memory, like a black line embedded in the ground. There was indeed a small, rusty iron door on which the bank staff immediately tried to take out the key.