The "idiot-proof camera" Yue Yan'er mentioned was a type of instant camera. Each photo was developed as soon as it was taken. It wasn't as useful as other surveillance equipment, but it had one advantage: it could clearly preserve anything it had recorded, as long as the developed photos weren't damaged.
Yue Yan'er took a tiny square box out of the camera. "The photos are in here."
"Something this small?" Wang Xin said in surprise. "Is it a storage chip?"
"Would a chip still work if it were chopped to pieces?" Yue Yan'er said with a hint of pride. "A photo can."
The camera had been cut into several pieces, and this little box was no exception. The moment she picked it up, it broke into three pieces. The miniature photos inside had been torn as well, but that wasn't a problem. Yue Yan'er took out a projector and placed the reassembled photos on it. The images quickly enlarged.
There were gaps between the photos. Apart from catching two indistinct figures at the beginning, they showed nothing else. The only thing of note was that they captured a room on the Second Floor with its door left open.
But the photos only recorded events up to 8:30.
"No wonder there are so few photos," Yue Yan'er muttered, then immediately checked the footage from the other devices.
After watching it, everyone fell silent. The other devices had also only recorded events up to 8:30, then all of them had been damaged without exception.
"Damn it! All my equipment's wrecked!" someone outside cursed under his breath.
"Looks like the others' equipment met the same fate," Sparrow said.
Well, so much for uncovering more patterns. The bits of information from yesterday that might or might not have meant something were completely useless today!