Chapter 6 — Toxic Smoke In Room 712

That was the processing fee she paid yesterday to Trieu Tinh and Ly Van, two hundred yuan each. When it comes to rewards, there are always people who risk their lives. Because of the temptation of two hundred yuan a day, Trieu Tinh, Ly Van and three female students in the next room followed Lam Hieu Hieu and moved into a motel in the basement. Six people lived in a room of less than fifteen square meters, with no windows. Six electric irons work simultaneously. In a rented apartment, I opened an online shopping platform in the city. I entered the remaining label on the bag of plastic beads that Lam Hieu Hieu had shown off before. Flipping through more than ten pages, I found that store. The product name is clearly written: "Recycled industrial scrap, leftover materials from plastic injection factories, wholesale by weight." I opened the product's detailed information page. In one corner there is a warning: "This product contains high concentrations of formaldehyde, must only be used outdoors, heating indoors is strictly prohibited, and is strictly prohibited from being used as handmade products. Users who violate regulations must bear the consequences." I opened the customer reviews section. The first comment is Lam Hieu Hieu's good review. "Cheap, large quantity, extremely wonderful handmade plastic beads. Bought again for the third time."The time was half a month ago. She soon knew this was industrial scrap. She also saw that warning line. But to make a few more yuan, she chose to hide and bring these things into the dormitory and distribute them to her classmates. I took a photo of all the warnings on the product information page, Lam Hieu Hieu's review, and the store's license. Print out three copies and put them in your file bag. Wednesday morning. In the room in the basement of the motel. Lam Hieu Hieu coughed violently while coughing on plastic beads. She removed the tissue covering her mouth, and there were blood clots all over. There were even a few drops of blood splashed on the picture that had just been assembled. "Cough cough, when I receive this money, I will buy an account specializing in leading public opinion, making So Chi Xuan completely unpopular in the school." She threw the blood-stained product into the finished product box, then swallowed two anti-cough medicine pills. Trieu Tinh rubbed his eyes and was about to speak when his nose suddenly felt hot. A drop of blood fell on the table. Immediately followed by the second drop, the third drop. "Hieu Hieu, my nose is bleeding." Trieu Tinh panicked and pulled out a tissue. Before she finished speaking, Ly Van, who was sitting next to him, suddenly tilted his head, and both he and his chair fell hard to the ground. The sound of ambulance sirens once again shattered the silence around the school. This time, the car stopped right in front of the motel in the basement. Hospital, Emergency Department. Chaotic hallway. Three female students lay on stretchers with oxygen tubes attached to their noses. Trieu Tinh's nosebleed could not be stopped, his collar was stained a large red area. Ly Van is still in a coma, his face pale. The Head of the Emergency Department held a stack of test results and quickly walked out of the emergency room. "Who is the patient's family?" The Head of the Department frowned. Several parents who received the notification from the academic advisor rushed over and immediately surrounded them. "I'm Ly Van's mother. Doctor, what's wrong with my daughter? This morning she was still healthy!" The head of the department placed the test results firmly on the instruction table. "All have formaldehyde poisoning, severely increased liver enzymes, hematopoietic dysfunction and liver damage have appeared." The head of the department pointed to the indicators on the paper. "You let the children inhale the stuff." What is that? Who allowed those children to inhale industrial scrap in a closed space?” “Industrial scrap?” Ly Van's mother was stunned. She turned her head to look at Lam Hieu Hieu standing in the corner, constantly coughing. Half an hour later, in the lobby of the school's security room. Family members of the four murdered students blocked Lam Hieu Hieu and Ms. Tran from writing

room. "What did you let my daughter inhale?" Ly Van's mother rushed forward, grabbed Lam Hieu Hieu's collar tightly. "My daughter is still in the emergency room. You have to pay the hospital bill!" Trieu Tinh's father slammed his fist on the desk. "What kind of management is the school? Letting students go out to process poisonous things." "If we don't give an explanation today, we will go directly to the Department of Education!" Miss Tran hid behind in fear. chairs, repeatedly waving their hands. "Parents, calm down. The school doesn't know about this. This is a part-time job outside of school organized by Lam Hieu Hieu, the school can't manage it!" Lam Hieu Hieu was grabbed by the collar, her face turned white but still tried to shift the blame. "Miss, can you explain a little? I also work inside, why didn't I faint?" "It's because Ly Van and the others' physical condition is too weak, normally they get sick." Before, So Chi Xuan was also in that dorm room, why was she okay? In her hand she was carrying a file bag. "So Chi Xuan, it's you!" Lam Hieu Hieu shouted loudly. "Miss, it was she who reported to the police that we lost our materials, so we had to move to the basement!" I didn't pay attention to her.