Chapter 3 — The Queen Cryes, I Report the Punishment

“When you forced my son to hand over his phone just now, why didn't you see that you value privacy so much?” Her eye sockets turned red. “Auntie, why do you keep aiming at me?” The police interrupted: "We will seal it according to the law and will not spread unrelated content. If you refuse to cooperate, we will handle it according to the law in the future." Du Niem Vi bit her lips and pushed the phone over. Principal Chu frowned. "Comrade police, can we have the school's law enforcement present? After all, it concerns student privacy and the school's reputation." The police looked at him leisurely. “You can listen in, but don't interfere.” He stopped for a moment. “Also, who organized the students to block the door just now?” The crowd outside the door immediately quieted down. Ms. Tran's expression was a bit stiff. “The students only care about Du.” “Care enough to knock on doors to insult other students?” The security room teacher shrank his neck. I passed the blackmail message on my phone. “This is news just received.” After watching, the police asked: "Have you ever negotiated a settlement privately with money before?" I looked at Du Niem Vi. "She once hinted that she wouldn't prosecute. The school recently prepared a settlement agreement of 150,000." I handed over the agreement. After the police looked at it, their eyes became a little colder. “Who proposed this amount?” The lawman's forehead was sweating. “It's a combination of mental damage…” I interrupted him. “The message is also fifteen thousand.” The police took back the agreement. “Will investigate at the same time.” Du Niem Vi finally panicked. “That's not what I sent!” The police began to separate to ask questions. My son was the first to coordinate, hand over the phone, computer, and list all accounts and passwords. “I can deliver everything.” His voice was still a bit shaky, but his eyes were very straight. The police nodded. “First of all, don't touch the device.” When it was Du Niem Vi's turn, she hesitated. “I have a spare phone, but it's not here.” "Where?" "Dormitory." “Now go get it.” Director Chu wanted to interrupt again. “Now go to the girls' dormitory…” The police interrupted directly: “The equipment related to the case must be confiscated by the police at the scene.” Du Niem Vi bowed her head. The tissue in her hand was crumpled into a ball. In the previous life, half a year later, in the announcement of the gray wire case, there was a mention of a "school promotion account". At that time, I held that news and cried all night. Because the login location of that account is Du Niem Vi's dormitory. In this life, I won't wait another half year. 5 The spare phone was found in the clip of Du Niem Vi's makeup bag. She said it was broken. But the police pressed the power button right at the scene and the screen lit up. Du Niem Vi still wants to explain. “I forgot, then it turned on again.” The police did not answer her. The phone is sealed. At the same time, my son's phone and computer were also sealed away. It didn't resist at all. On the way home, it was always quiet. The neon light outside the car window flashed across his face. I asked: “Are you afraid?” It nodded. "Scared." “Afraid of what?” "I'm afraid they still won't believe it." I grabbed the steering wheel. “Then let the evidence speak.” He bowed his head and looked at his hand. “Mom, why aren't you panicking at all?” My throat constricted. Because I've been panicking my whole life. In my previous life, I was as scared as a headless fly. In the end, I personally handed over the initiative to the person who harmed people. I thought it was called protection. Actually, that's called giving a knife. In this life, I can't panic. When I got home, my son flipped the bookshelf downstairs and found a hard drive. “Mom, there might be something useful in here.” I turned on the computer. Inside is the entire screen recording video from the day it helped Du Niem Vi get her account back. In the picture, the location is the school's public self-study room. Du Niem Vi sat opposite it. The entire process only operates on the login page, email verification code, and security settings. Do not open albums. Do not go to the cloud drive folder. The bottom right corner of the video has the time. There are also system notifications. “Two-step verification enabled.” Before finishing, my son reminded her: "This account has recently logged in from somewhere else

c, it's best not to click on strange links again." Du Niem Vi smiled and said: "You guys studying cybersecurity are really troublesome, thank you." My finger stopped. This video, past life cannot be taken out. It's not that it doesn't exist. But at that time, my son was scolded to the point of collapse and couldn't remember what to look for. I copied the video into three copies. Send it to lawyers and police. At two o'clock in the morning, my son sent me another chat history. Half a month ago, Du Niem Vi asked him: "Cuu Tham, my behind-the-scenes fan group keeps reporting something unusual, can you help me check it out?" Lam Cuu Tham: "If it's a group that collects fees and promotes external links, I don't want to touch them. Please find the platform's customer service or report to the police." Du Niem Vi: "Don't be so stubborn, just see if someone stole the photo or not." Lam Cuu Tham: