Chapter 5 — The Parrot Knows Too Much

In Trinh Hao's office, there is a faint smell of cigars mixed with men's perfume, a very typical smell of successful men, both luxurious and carrying an invisible sense of oppression. I closed the door, didn't turn on the lights, just relied on the neon light from outside to observe this room, a large space with floor-to-ceiling glass doors, an expensive solid wood desk, and a few abstract paintings that I couldn't understand on the wall. Everything is neat, orderly, cold and restrained, just like him. My heart was beating so fast that it felt like it was about to burst, but I still forced myself to stay calm, time was running out, I had to find something valuable as soon as possible. I went straight to the desk, the desk surface was clean with almost no traces of use, only a computer, a pen and a stack of unimportant looking documents. I pulled out the drawer. The first compartment is stationery. The second compartment is some contracts. The third compartment… is locked. My heart suddenly sank, my intuition told me that the most important thing was inside. I looked around, finally took a letter cutter from the pen holder, stuck the tip of the knife into the lock, then gritted my teeth and used force to pry it open.

“Must open… must open…”

Fortunately, this type of lock is not too strong, just a few times of prying, the lock core is broken. The drawer pops open. Inside there was only one file. I quickly took it out and opened it to see, inside was Truong Vi's entire personal file, from the time he joined the company until now, from resume to performance evaluation, everything was complete. I quickly flipped through the pages, most of them were normal notes, nothing special, until I reached the last page. It was a handwritten review by Trinh Hao. The handwriting is sharp and decisive.

"This person has a smooth personality, is greedy and lustful, has serious quality problems, and is recommended to be fired early."

"Especially we need to pay attention to the harassment of female colleagues, many people have silently complained."

“Subjects with potential risks need to be closely monitored.”

The date of signing... was three days before Truong Vi went missing. My breathing suddenly stopped. It turned out that Trinh Hao had wanted to fire him for a long time. Is this… a motive? For the sake of company reputation, eliminate a troublemaker? That thought sent chills down my spine. I put the file back in place, closed the drawer, and my eyes slowly turned to the black computer on the table. The biggest secret… is definitely in there. I pressed the power button. The screen lights up, displaying the password entry interface. I frowned. What will the password be? His birthday? Company founding date? I tried several times, all were wrong. Suddenly I remembered something. Trinh Hao has a son who is studying abroad. He loves him very much. I once heard him call to mention the child's birthday. It seems to be 0815. I tried entering his initials ZH plus the date of birth of my son. So change to the abbreviation of the boy's name. My name is Trinh Duong. The screen flashed once. Unlocked successfully. I guessed right. A surge of excitement rose, I tightened my grip on the mouse, and started searching through his hard drive. There are so many files, I don't know where to start, so I immediately use the search function. I entered “Zhang Wei”. A series of documents appeared, but they were all normal work documents. I'm not committed. I open the browser. I want to see search history. A person's secret... is the easiest to reveal right there. I opened the history, scrolling down line by line. Most of it is information about companies and stocks, very normal. My heart gradually sank. Could it be that I guessed wrong? Just when I was about to give up, a few lines of search suddenly caught my eye.

“How to eliminate unnecessary troubles?”

“Symptoms of post-traumatic stress disorder.”

“Analysis of Cases of Dissociative Identity Disorder.”

“Can a person completely forget what he has done?”

I was stunned. What the hell is this? Why is he looking for these things? Dissociative identity disorder…? Isn't that... in movies called multiple personalities? What is he looking for these things for? Maybe he wants to push all the sins onto a non-existent "other personality", or worse... turn me into a psychopath to bear the burden of everything. That thought was like a poisonous snake, squeezing my heart in an instant. He's too scary. Not only killing people, but also calculating everything so thoroughly that there is no loophole. Just as I was still dumbfounded by this discovery, a "ting" was heard outside the office door. It's an elevator to the floor. Immediately after that came the sound of footsteps, clearly approaching this direction. The blood in my body immediately froze. Someone comes.