Chapter 8 — Three Weeks of Closure

Truong My Quyen hugged the child and stood next to the half-wet bed, her face pale. Luc Xuan Mai's first reaction was not to look for things, but to raise her voice to dominate. "Don't slander and bring disaster." "Who wants her little jewelry?" Tham Ngoc Cam did not argue with her. She took out her phone and opened the photo Ha Ninh sent her earlier. That's a picture of a jewelry box in a bedside drawer. The box was covered in black velvet, with a repair invoice pressed next to it. Tham Ngoc Cam showed the photo to the police. "The box was originally located here." "Inside there was a gold bracelet, a necklace, a pair of earrings, and the ring she bought when she got married." "All of these things have invoices and documents." Luc Thua Binh stood next to him, his face extremely unsightly. He mumbled. "Is it possible that Ha Ninh brought it himself?" Tham Ngoc Cam raised her head to look at him. "He went to study, only brought personal toiletries and papers." "Even the extra clothes he only brought two sets." "Do you think he would bring a whole box of jewelry to a closed dormitory?" Luc Thua Binh was speechless. Luc Duc Hai immediately continued. "So it can't be proven that it was taken by us." "The house is so messy, maybe he put it somewhere else himself." Ha Minh Vien has been standing at the door all this time. Hearing this sentence, he walked into the master bedroom, pointing at the bedside table drawer. "In the drawer there are traces of having been recently ransacked." "The repair bill next to the box is still there, the box has disappeared." "The person just entered the house for less than a few hours, the furniture is nowhere to be found." "Is this a coincidence?" Vuong Chi Cuong put down the beer bottle, his tone impatient. "Your family likes to tear small matters into big ones." "We lead you." Taking the elderly and children along, who would do such a shameful thing?" The police officer looked at the people in the house. "Let's not argue." "Everyone go to the living room and wait a moment." "Who has been in the master bedroom, who has touched the bedside table, tell us clearly in turn." Luc Xuan Mai immediately pointed at Tham Ngoc Cam. "She also came in." Tham Ngoc Cam opened the video to show the police. "After I entered the door, I took a video. continuously." "It was in the bedroom that I stood at the door after the child wet the bed." "I never touched the nightstand." Luc Xuan Mai's face stiffened. She turned to look at Luc Thua Binh again. "Thua Binh, please say something." "Could it be that you also doubt your biological sister?" Luc Thua Binh's lips moved. His heart was confused. Of course he didn't want to believe that Luc Xuan Mai would take Ha Ninh's things. But from the moment she entered the house until now, Luc Xuan Mai rummaged through the closet, the children rushed into the study room, Vuong Chi Cuong used cigarette butts to destroy the flower pot, and Truong My Quyen sat on the bed in the master bedroom. Every thing this family does is like trampling his face to the ground. The police asked. "Who went into the main bedroom first?" Luc Xuan Mai said. "I went to put my bag away." Truong My Quyen said. "I took her in to sit for a while." Luc Duc Hai said. "I didn't go in." Vuong Chi Cuong said. "I'm outside the living room." The three children looked at each other. The older child suddenly mumbled. "Second brother is in." Luc Xuan Mai stared at him with wide eyes. "What are you talking about?" The second child immediately panicked. "I was just looking for the TV remote." "I didn't take the box." The third child sucked his finger and suddenly spoke. "I saw a black box." Everyone's eyes turned to him. Luc Xuan Mai pulled the third child back. "Children are talking nonsense." The police asked softly. "Little child, where did you see that?" The third child looked at Luc.

Xuan Mai, then looked at Truong My Quyen, her voice even quieter. "Next to mom's big suitcase." The blood on Luc Xuan Mai's face instantly dropped more than half. She immediately raised her voice. "How old is he? How does he know a suitcase or a suitcase?" "Don't rely on children's words to dig up dirt." Tham Ngoc Cam stared at her. "If it's a child talking nonsense, then open the suitcase and take a look." Luc Xuan Mai instinctively stood in front of the suitcase. "Based on what?" Ha Minh Vien said coldly. "Based on my daughter's family losing something." The police officer looked at Luc Xuan. Mai. "If you think you won't take it, then cooperate a little." Vuong Chi Cuong stood up. "What you do is an invasion of privacy." "We don't cooperate." The building manager standing next to him spoke up. "The dispute in the house has affected the security of the surrounding neighbors." "If you refuse to cooperate, please take it to the police station for handling." Luc Xuan Mai's eyes were panicked for a moment, then quickly forced herself to defend. "Let's go." Let's go." "Who's afraid of who?" But her hand pressed firmly on the pull handle of the largest suitcase. At this moment, Tieu Bao cried again. Truong My Quyen frantically comforted her with her hands and feet.