Chen Ke leaned against the door of the gun shop, scrutinizing the video on his cell phone.
First, it was certain that an iPhone 3G couldn't support a memory card, and Chen Ke had never transferred this video to his new phone.
This video was definitely not normal.
He recalled the source of the video; it was a week ago, in the cheap motel he had rented, hidden within a spy camera in the alarm clock set up by the landlord, equipped with a memory card storing this video.
It was mixed in with many other surreptitiously recorded videos, making it seem quite ordinary.
The video's content was very simple. It started pitch-black, as if the camera's angle was bad during the secret recording, failing to capture the image properly, but at the same time, there were various ambiguous female voices in the background.
