Bubble Bean squeezed his swollen, bruised, bleeding arm hard, and the blood flowed faster.
"Not that! Look at the files behind it. Check the timestamps!" the bruised man cried in embarrassment.
Xu Huo found the file. This time, the footage faced the room's doorway. At first, there was music. Then the doors and windows shook, as if there had been an earthquake, and footsteps sounded inside the house. A young woman walked into view and opened the door.
A tall man in a black hoodie stood outside. His hood was up, and his face was completely covered. He reached out toward the young woman, and she immediately lost the ability to resist. She staggered after him and went outside.
The footage didn't end there. One second later, the man in the hoodie appeared in front of the camera. All it showed was an enlarged view of his clothes, and then the footage cut out.
"That's everything I managed to record," the bruised man said through gritted teeth. "I've spent all morning studying this video, trying to identify him. Unfortunately, he was too cautious. He disguised his clothes, didn't have any visible props on him, and left no clues behind!"
"They took Wan Dong, and I still don't know how she's doing..." As he spoke, he started to cry. "If anything happens to her, I'll spend the rest of my life getting revenge!"
"Don't give me that sanctimonious crap, you perverted voyeur." Bubble Bean slapped him. "Tell us the truth. Is there any other information?"
"I'm not a pervert!" the bruised man protested. "I just like Wan Dong too much, and I didn't dare tell her, so I thought I'd protect her this way..."
Before he could finish, the painted woman's face leaned down into his view. She blinked at him,