Chen Mo disguised himself as Kazama Yūjin, then strolled into the surveillance room.
There were two people in the surveillance room, watching the monitors with considerable focus. When they saw Kazama Yūjin enter, they immediately stood up and respectfully called out, "Director, you're here!"
At a police box, the person in charge was generally called the Director.
"Mm! You two have worked hard!"
"Not at all!" the two of them replied with smiles.
"All right! I need to retrieve some surveillance footage. Go get some rest first. Come back in after I'm done watching!" Chen Mo did not want the two to know what he intended to view, so he sent them away.
"Understood, Director!"
"Oh, right. What's the playback password? Write it down for me!" Chen Mo asked.
"Ah! Director, didn't you say the password had to be printed out and stuck to the control desk?" One of them pointed at the console, where an A4 sheet of paper bore several records.
Chen Mo was taken aback, but he said, "Look at me, I really am getting forgetful!"
"Then please carry on, Director. We'll go get some water first," one of them said.
"Mm! Go ahead!" Chen Mo replied noncommittally, waving them off.
After the two left the surveillance room, one of them asked suspiciously, "The Director seemed a little strange today, didn't he?"
"What was strange about him?" the other asked casually.
"The password was set by the Director himself and has never been changed, yet he forgot it. That's really rather strange."
"Don't talk nonsense. If the Director forgot it, then he forgot it! Are you going to question him about it?"
"Oh! Of course not. I just thought it was strange, that's all."
"What's so strange about it? Maybe he had something on his mind and