Chapter 14 — Voices Behind the Dark Room

He immediately said: "I really didn't expect it to be so serious." "When Nhuoc Tinh sent it, she only said dad was teaching the child." "She also said Duong Duong cried too exaggeratedly." I asked: "Where is the video?" Luong Thua Trach was silent again. "Then you deleted it." "Did you also erase your conscience?" His voice was hoarse. "An Ninh, don't be like that." I hung up the phone and sent the recording to the lawyer. After watching, the lawyer only said one sentence: "Find Luong Nhuoc Tinh." But before we could act, the receptionist at the rehabilitation center suddenly called in. "Miss Dao, there is someone looking for you outside the door." "She said her name is Luong Nhuoc Tinh." I raised my head and looked out the glass window. A woman wearing a light-colored jacket stood there, holding a phone in her hand. Seeing me, she even smiled. It was like the dark times two years ago had never had anything to do with her. 17 When Luong Nhuoc Tinh walked in, she looked towards the treatment room first. I blocked her line of sight. "Are you looking for me?" She took off her sunglasses, her tone was light. "Sister-in-law, don't be so tense." "I just heard that something big happened at home so I came to see." I looked at her. "Two years ago you recorded a video of Duong Duong being locked in the storage room." The smile on Luong Nhuoc Tinh's face stopped. Very short. So short that others might think they saw it wrong. But I see clearly. She quickly smiled back. "Duong Duong has only said a few words now, the child's memories are messy, I can't believe anything he says." I took out my phone. "Luong Thua Trach has admitted that she once sent a video." Luong Nhuoc Tinh's face changed. "Is my brother crazy?" Those words just came out like an admission. The lawyer took a step forward. "Miss Luong, where is that video?" Luong Nhuoc Tinh smiled coldly. "It's long gone." "Who keeps something like that for?" I asked her: "Why did you record it?" She threw the bag on her shoulder. "At that time, I just turned it around." "The children in the house cried, who hasn't turned?" I stared at her. "She was locked in a dark room." "She was only two years old." "She called her mother in there." Luong Nhuoc Tinh's eyes finally showed impatience. "Sister-in-law, don't say you're so great." "Back then you went to work every day, do you know how the child cried? "Your parents help me take care of the children, but now that there's a problem, I'm going back to settle the bill." I was so angry that I was shaking all over. But I didn't rush up. Because Duong Duong is right behind the door. I can't let her hear the argument again. The lawyer said coldly: "Miss Luong, what you are saying will be recorded by us." Luong Nhuoc Tinh's face stiffened. "Who are you threatening?" She turned around to leave. The receptionist teacher suddenly spoke up. "Miss Luong, please wait a moment." "The moment you walked in, we did as requested and called the police." Luong Nhuoc Tinh's footsteps stopped. She turned her head to look at me, panic finally appearing in her eyes. "Do you really want to force every single member of the Luong family to death?" I said: "I didn't force you." "You forced a child to not dare to open his mouth for two years." The police came very quickly. At first, Luong Nhuoc Tinh was still speechless. She said she didn't remember anything. Say the video has been deleted a long time ago. Saying that because I was fighting for custody, I intentionally made the child adopt a random person. But when the police took out Duong Duong's picture and the recording of the call with Luong Thua Trach, her face turned white little by little. Finally, she lowered her voice and said: "I changed my phone twice, I really don't have it anymore." The female police officer asked: "Who did you send it to?" Luong Nhuoc Tinh bit her lip. "My brother." "There is also a family chat group." My heart beat loudly. "Family chat group?" Luong Nhuoc Tinh's eyes avoided. "It's a small group of their relatives."

Luong." "At that time, everyone was just joking." "Children's talk must be controlled." The police asked her to provide information about the chat group. She refused. It was not until the lawyer reminded her that the protection order was in effect, and that her previous behavior at the rehabilitation center would also be recorded, that she reluctantly opened the phone. The chat group had long since disbanded. But in the chat list, there was a relative who still had a copy of that year's forwarding. When Luong Nhuoc Tinh called. The other person's voice was trembling. At first, the other person laughed. "Oh, how long has it been?" "We didn't save it." The female police officer took the phone, clarified her identity for a while, and finally said: "My old phone may still be there." Two hours later, the video was sent. I don't open it right away. My hand stopped on the screen, like it was stopping in front of a cold and dark door. The policewoman told me to sit down. Ms. Manh also stood next to me. The video starts playing. The image vibrates very strongly. The storage room door was half open, it was dark inside. Duong Duong sat in the corner of a bamboo mat, his pant leg soaked, holding a rabbit with a broken ear in his arms. The baby cried until she couldn't breathe. The mouth always says two words. "Mom." "Mom." Outside the door, Luong Nhuoc Tinh was smiling.