Chapter 10 — Trust is not for others to take advantage of

She frantically reached out to grab my hand. But was stopped by the police.

"Miss Tham, I really can't go to jail."

"My parents will be laughed to death."

I withdrew my hand.

"When you hung the wedding photos in my house..."

"...then I was made fun of by you guys."

Trieu Khai Thanh was also taken out. He was a little calmer than Co Man. But his face was extremely unsightly.

"Tham Tri Nghi."

"I return the money."

"I compensate all assets."

"You write a letter of dismissal, this matter ends here."

I looked at him.

"What do you get as compensation?"

"I can pay in installments."

I smiled softly.

"You're very good at arranging other people's houses."

"Also very good at arranging other people's forgiveness."

Trieu Khai Thanh gritted his teeth.

"Do you have to send me to jail to accept it?"

I calmly replied:

"I don't have that ability."

I stopped for a moment.

"But the law does."

The next morning, I, the notary, the building management, the locksmith and lawyer Tran returned home. The two words Joy in front of the door are still intact. The notary started recording. I stood in front of the door, looking at the glue stains on the door. There is only one sentence in my head. Don't feel disgusted yet. Just do the math first. The locksmith took down the old lock. He said:

"The lock's administrator rights have been changed three times."

"Six fingerprints added."

"Add two temporary passwords."

"Even deletes the host's root password."

I photographed the entire history. The living room is messy everywhere. There are foundation stains on the back of the sofa. Red wine spilled on the carpet. The tea table surface was burned by a cigarette butt into two black spots. There were six nail holes on the TV wall where wedding photos were hung. That wall I made with artistic cement coating. If you want to fix it, you have to redo the whole piece. The dining table was full of frozen candle wax stains. The hood's filter is covered with grease. The kitchen table surface has many knife cuts. There was still a half-eaten plate of grilled chicken in the oven. The food smelled sour. The refrigerator is crammed with leftovers and boxes of food brought home from the wedding reception. The bottles of wine I had in the refrigerator before going on a business trip... All disappeared. The bedroom is the dirtiest place. There are very obvious stains on my newly purchased mattress. The red bedding set was thrown on the ground. The nightstand drawer was stuffed with wedding invitations, a box of condoms and half a pack of cigarettes. Inside the closet hang their wedding dresses and suits. The edge of the cabinet door was scratched by a coat hanger. The inside of my spare blanket was trampled on the floor like a rag. The bathroom sink was covered in false eyelash glue and foundation. There were red flower petals left in the bathtub. The manhole was clogged by a tuft of hair. The notary asked:

"Does everyone take note?"

"Write it all down."

The lock on the cabinet in the office was broken. Everything inside was ransacked. The jade bracelet has been found again. But the box was cracked. A few bills also disappeared. What's more serious is... The two copies of my citizen ID card in my file are gone. The photo of the house ownership certificate was also taken by someone else. After listening, lawyer Tran's face immediately sank.

"Change all banking, e-wallet and rental platform passwords immediately."

"Identity information has been leaked, yes Create risk warning records."

"We still have to check later to see if they continue to use that information or not."

I nodded. Afternoon. The group of residents of the apartment complex suddenly became riotous. Someone posted a video. In the video, Co Man is wearing a wedding dress standing in front of the police station gate, sobbing. The caption reads:

"The female owner of apartment 2801 ruined the wedding, causing the newlywed couple to go to the police station on their wedding night. The broker only borrowed the empty house to pick up the bride, but the female homeowner still refused to let go."

Someone in the group immediately asked.

"Is it real or fake?"

"Which unit is 2801?"

"I saw the police up there yesterday."

"If we were taken away on our wedding night, it would be pathetic."

I looked at the phone screen. Don't reply right away. Five minutes later. Another strange account posted a very long post.

"Nowadays, there are some rich female homeowners who are really cold. The house was left empty to get rid of the smell, the realtor helped to look after the house, and even borrowed one day to organize the wedding, he refused. People worked very hard to organize a wedding, but just because of a police report from her, everything was canceled."

I took a photo of that part. Then send it to the resident group.

"I am Tham Tri Nghi, owner of apartment 2801. The documents below have been collected by the police or preserved by me. All private information has been masked."

I sent six photos. First photo. Important page of the key holding authorization agreement. Not allowed to move in. Do not change the locks. Do not allow third parties to use. Second photo. History of locks. Added six new fingerprints. Delete the host password. Third photo. Photo extracted from camera.