Chapter 7 — The Secret in the Basement B2

My whole body felt like it had been drained of blood.

"I've never done that."

Ms. Liu cried and shook her head.

"On the file is your employee number."

Reflexively, I looked towards Thieu Chan Hai. He was being guarded by two policemen. Stand close to the edge of the blockade. At that moment... He was also looking at me. Through the rain... The corners of his lips slowly raised. That's not the smile of a winner. It's like... He's already dug another hole for me. After Manh Ky An heard Ms. Liu's words, his face also changed.

"Where is the file?"

Ms. Luu pointed toward the basement entrance.

"It's in the computer sealed behind a black cloth."

As soon as he finished speaking... A policeman rushed up from the basement. He went straight to the commander, leaning close to report something. I couldn't hear the first part clearly. Only heard the last sentence.

"The computer is still open... the login account belongs to Nguyen Nam Tu."

At that moment... All eyes turned to me. Rainwater dripped down his chin to the ground. The blood on my forehead was diluted by the rain and flowed into my eyes, so painful that I could barely open them. But never before... I've been as alert as I am now. Thieu Chan Hai did not counterattack for a moment. He had been preparing for a long time. From the moment Uncle Ma died... He pushed me into this trap. Manh Ky An stepped up to block me.

"She just escaped a car crash."

"Don't rush to conclusions."

The commander looked at me.

"Nguyen Nam Tu."

"You need to follow us back to cooperate in clarifying the case."

Khuong San was immediately impatient.

"She's the victim!"

"We were almost stabbed to death just now!"

The commander's voice was still quite calm.

"That's why..."

"It is even more necessary to clarify everything."

A man named Luong stood next to him, his face gloomy. He didn't say another word. But I know... He's always waiting for me to panic. Unfortunately... I didn't panic. I gave the phone to Manh Ky An.

"Send another backup."

He lowered his voice.

"I sent it."

I nodded slightly.

"I'll go with you guys."

Khuong San immediately held my hand tightly.

"Nam Tu..."

I gently patted the back of her hand.

"You just say everything you see."

Khuong San's eyes were red.

"They said that list was made by you."

I looked towards Thieu Chan Hai. He stood at the edge of the blockade. Like a wooden puppet drenched in rain. But... Those eyes are still alive. Carry the certainty of someone who still holds the last card unturned. Suddenly... I understood. What he was waiting for... It was when I was taken away. If I just fall into another investigation process... He will have enough time to wipe out any remaining traces in basement B2. Can't leave that easily. I spoke loudly on purpose.

"I want to see that computer first."

The commander frowned slightly.

"Now is not convenient."

"If my account is logged in by someone else..."

"I have the right to know the login time and the entire operation history."

I said calmly.

"If you don't check now..."

"Wait until someone remotely deletes the data, then no one will be able to prove it anymore."

Those words made the commander's face immediately change. Manh Ky An immediately responded.

"I can be a witness at the scene."

The man named Luong is cold said:

"I'm just a reporter."

"There is no right to interfere."

Manh Ky An looked straight at him.

"What about you?"

"What status do you have?"

The Luong family's eyes suddenly darkened. Finally, the commander spoke.

"Send the technical team down."

"Scene blockade."

"No one is allowed near the computer."

Thieu Chan Hai's shoulders stiffened slightly. Just a very small movement. But it's enough for me to know... I bet right. The things in the basement... Haven't been cleaned up yet. I was also taken down there. Not being escorted separately. Which was accompanied by two policemen. We passed through the company lobby. Go down the emergency stairs that I've passed countless times. The entire staircase was filled with the smell of disinfectant. Much stronger than what Khuong San said. That scent... As if trying to cover up something. The further down... The lower the temperature. The lights in basement B1 have two broken bulbs. The entrance to B2 is closed with a blockade rope. The black cloth still hangs there. Heavy with steam. There are still clearly visible drag marks on the ground. Every streak... Every streak... Leads straight to the back of the black cloth. My steps stopped. Manh Ky An turned his head to look. I shook my head.

"I'm OK."

I'm about to vomit. Behind the black cloth... Place some folding tables. There is a computer on the table. Paper shredder. And a whole row of pre-labeled transparent plastic bags. A bag for the employee's phone. Another pocket holds all access cards. In the innermost corner... Is the cart. The car was covered with a white cloth.