July 7, 2002, visit to the client's residence. Audio file 01220020707.wav.
"Hello, Mr. Duan. Sorry to trouble you."
"Not at all, not at all. Come on in, please. You don't need to take off your shoes. Just come in as you are. Old woman, pour them some water. That drink, the one we bought last time..."
"No need to trouble yourself, Mr. Duan. We'd like to take a look around your home and see the things you mentioned..."
"Oh, all right, all right."
"Oh, you're here! Come on in. We have juice, and salted soda. There's milk, too. The salted soda is chilled, so you..."
"No need to trouble yourself, Mrs. Duan."
"Oh, don't call me Mrs...."
"Then I'll call you Auntie."
"Sure, sure, whatever you like. Come on in. You don't know how worried I am about our old Duan. He says there are bugs, but I haven't seen any, so I don't know what's going on. He's stubborn, and he's gotten on people's bad side before. I'm just afraid..."
"All right, old woman. Why are you bringing that up?"
"Well, it's possible... You agree, don't you?"
"Mm. We need to see the situation for ourselves."
"Go ahead. Look wherever you like."
Tap, tap, tap...
"Can we record video? We brought a camcorder."
"Oh? That camcorder is pretty small. Imported, is it?"
"Yes."
"Go ahead and film. I don't mind."
Video file 01220020707.avi.
The video showed a dim room.
Sunlight seeped through the closed brown curtains, faintly brightening the room.
The curtains were a solid color, with a same-colored pattern embroidered on them. They looked quite old-fashioned.
The room was wallpapered rather than painted. The wallpaper was plain white, though it had turned slightly yellowish, either with age or because it had always been that color.
The furniture consisted