Rachel Miller opened the docunts and pressed play, and the video started.
After watching it once, Jane Sampson’s frown deepened.
As the footage on the computer ca to an auto stop, Bright Sampson turned his head to look at Jane Sampson and asked, "Sister, do you see anything? This guy ca twice, each ti with the sa bag, and it seed like he treasured it so much that he held it in his arms the whole way from the entrance to the room. It looks quite heavy."
Bright Sampson stood up and gestured with his pen, "With such a big bag, and even equipped with handles, under normal circumstances, we would choose to carry it directly in our hand, which wouldn’t block our view. Why did this guy opt to hold it? So, what’s the treasure inside?"
"A cara," Jane Sampson blurted out. "It’s a DSLR cara."
In the video, after the guy got into the elevator, he reached into the bag in his arms to arrange it, and for a brief second, the video caught the sight of sothing black in his palm, but quickly, without taking it out of the bag, he put it back.
But for Jane Sampson, who was once addicted to photography, had played with photography, and still had many DSLR caras at ho, it only took her one glance to recognize what was in the bag.
It was a DSLR cara.
Judging by the way the bag bulged, there should also be a disassembled tripod inside.
"Why would a gambler be carrying a DSLR cara in the hotel?" Sister Shaw asked suspiciously, "And this person is a dedicated gambler, so how could he have sothing as valuable as a DSLR cara? This guy even sold his old color TV to a trash collector to pay for cigarettes and alcohol."
If he couldn’t even keep an old color TV, even if he had the money to buy a DSLR cara before, how could he still have it?
"Little Jane, why are you suddenly keen on investigating the person in Guest Room 1933?" This was what Sister Shaw had always found strange.
"Because yesterday, soone asked my sister to et in Guest Room 1933. At that ti, I didn’t think too much of it and got over-excited. Thinking that nothing would happen with around, I curiously dragged my sister along. But after we got into the elevator, my sister pulled back out," Bright Sampson was not foolish enough to blurt out that Jane Sampson wasn’t his biological sister.
And now, after watching so many videos, Bright Sampson truly wished he could slap himself twice.
Why had he been so rash?
If it weren’t for his sister keeping calm and promptly taking him away yesterday, what kind of deep trouble could he have caused for his sister to fall into?
"Do you need any other help?" Rachel Miller saw that Jane Sampson had not spoken up and asked another question.
"First of all, thank you, President Miller, but I won’t need anything else. However, may I boldly ask for a copy of all the video files from the USB flash drive and the docunts on this person?" Although Jane Sampson wanted to find the person and ask directly, she had only t Rachel Miller for the second ti.
Miller had helped her so much so far, perhaps due to Oliver Brownstone.
Jane Sampson had already left Oliver Brownstone’s company, and she wasn’t such close friends with him, so naturally, she felt uncomfortable further troubling a friend of Oliver Brownstone, using up his goodwill and connections.
So things just weren’t appropriate to ask others to investigate.
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