Chapter 4 — Two Houses and One Border

“So who connected the two houses and told them?” The persistent chat frame is currently importing. Finally, he sent over a name. “Miss Duong, do you know Tan Phuong?” I'm not familiar. But the next second, Wei Thanh added another sentence. "She is Duong Khai's wife's cousin, works at a real estate service company." I looked at that line, every inch of my spine chilled. Turns out the door wasn't pushed open. But there was someone using the identity of a relative, layer by layer, to loosen the lock. I had just written down the name Tan Phuong when my phone vibrated again. My mother sent a voice message. Her voice was pressed very low. “Duong Hoa, don't come to the company tomorrow morning.” "My eldest uncle has already bought a ticket. He will arrive at the provincial capital early in the morning." 05 I don't answer my mother. This reminder comes too late, and too cleverly. If you really want to stop it, from the beginning of tonight's call, you should turn off the speakerphone. If you really love me, when Duong Khai took the photo to force me, you should have asked one question: how could you do that. But she didn't. She was just afraid that after things got out of control, the fire would burn back to the Duong family. I saved the voice message, then texted my leave request to my immediate superior. I don't talk about family. Just saying that tomorrow morning we need to handle the leak of personal information, we have to go to the district management board and the police station. Although normal superiors like to push for plans, they are not bad people. She answered me. “Handle safety issues first, don't go it alone.” I looked at that sentence and felt bitter in my heart. There are concerns that strangers consider lighter than family members, and are also more real than family members. As soon as it was dawn, I changed into a dark coat, put my ID and a copy of the house purchase documents in my bag. Before going out, I looked through the cat's eyes for a minute. The hallway is empty. The elevator stopped on the seventeenth floor. I didn't immediately press downstairs. I texted the housekeeper in front of me, saying I would be at the center in ten minutes, and asked to keep the camera on from six o'clock to seven o'clock the other day. The butler responded very politely. "I've told the manager, please come to the scene to register and see." When I arrived at the management center, the manager and two security guards were all there. I showed them the photo. The manager's face became unsightly. “This is not a place normal visitors can enter.” I said, “I want to see the entry and exit records around six twenty-three.” He doesn't back down. The camera is opened, the image rewinds little by little. At 6:17 the other day, I carried vegetables from the basement entrance to the elevator lobby. Less than twenty meters behind me, a man in a black hat walked in with his head bowed. He did not swipe his resident card. He followed a car that had just entered, sneaking through the side door. At six twenty-three, I waited for the elevator. He stood next to the emergency exit, holding his phone up a bit. In the picture you can't see the screen clearly, but the pose is enough to tell the problem. I didn't say anything, just told the manager to continue rewinding. At nine minutes past six, that man entered from the north gate of the apartment complex. The registration screen at the guard post is enlarged. In the ID registration box, write the name of the arriving guest. Duong Khai. The building visited is listed as building twelve. The reason for the visit is to visit relatives. In the visited person box, write my name. I pointed to that box and asked: "Who agrees?" The gate guard turned pale. The manager immediately went to check the system. Two minutes later, he came back and said: "When registering, the other person gave me a photo of proof of kinship with you, and said he called your mother." I laugh. “My mother is not the homeowner.” Manager did not respond. I continued to ask: "Who let him in?" The manager called the security guard on duty that day. That security guard was only in his twenties, his eyes avoided. He said the other person spoke very harshly, saying family members were having conflicts, the elderly were sick, and the daughter refused to meet family members. He also said that if he is not allowed in, he will complain that the area manager has no humanity. I asked: “So you let him in.” He bowed his head. "He just said to come up and find you. I didn't expect him to be waiting downstairs." I didn't scold him. I took out my phone and recorded the manager's confirmation of Duong Khai's visit and the admission process. Then I asked them to provide a written explanation

h, and saves all cameras. At first, management was hesitant. I said: "If you don't give it today, I will let the lawyer send an official letter to the management company headquarters this afternoon." He immediately nodded. Leaving the management, I went to the local police station. The receiving police officer finished looking at the documents and looked much more serious. He asked me: "Did the other person come to your door to threaten or demand money?" I brought over Manh Dao's screenshot. "He said he wanted to come to the company to find me, and also used my real estate information to threaten my friend." The police just registered and reminded me not to have personal contact with them. “Regarding the source of personal information, we will ask first.” I asked: "What if they really come to my company to cause trouble?" The police said: "Report the police immediately, keep the video of the scene." It was almost noon when I walked out of the police station.