Chapter 238: Chapter 238: Video Issues

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Marcel Jefferson found the surveillance footage folder pointing towards the factory’s entrance, picked out the November 2 records, and played it.

After watching it twice, he found nothing unusual, and the scene appeared tranquil as a still image.

Purple Summers furrowed her eyebrows and said, “Make a copy of both the external and internal footage and let’s take them back to review.”

It seemed like the only option.

The two left the security office, and on their way out, they bumped into a worker from the factory. Marcel Jefferson greeted him politely.

“Excuse me, on the 2nd of this month, did you see a black car passing through here?” n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

“I don’t know, we didn’t work on the 2nd. We only come to the factory when there’s work for us,” the worker replied with a foreign accent.

Purple Summers thought for a moment and asked him, “Is the factory usually busy?”

“It used to be, but not anymore. It’s good if we can get some work done two or three times a week now…” The worker chattered on before complaining to them, “We haven’t gotten our wages in a long time, and the boss is so stingy. We don’t want to work for him anymore, and many of our fellow workers have already left for other jobs.”

Upon learning that Marcel Jefferson was a lawyer, the worker became much more enthusiastic and even took the initiative to ask him how to sue the boss for wage arrears.

While the two were chatting, Purple Summers wandered around the factory.

The factory wasn’t very big, with only two large workshops and noisy machines running. It seemed like work was underway today, but there were only about seven or eight workers in sight.

If they were in a non-working state, it would be nearly impossible to find an eyewitness in this desolate area.

Purple Summers and Marcel Jefferson left the factory, driving along Euphony Road. At the end of the road was another main thoroughfare, leading in all directions. With no sense of direction, they turned back.

On the road, Purple Summers continued watching the surveillance footage from the 2nd with her head down.

While driving, Marcel Jefferson chatted with her, “This factory mainly relies on export orders to make a living. When there are no orders, it doesn’t operate, and there are hardly any people around. There’s usually just a security guard here…but that security guard doesn’t seem reliable either. He seems like a slacker and doesn’t appear to be vigilant at all.”

Without lifting her gaze from the video, Purple Summers replied, “Perhaps there’s nothing in the factory worth stealing. The warehouse seemed to be empty…”

“Yeah,” Marcel sighed, “We didn’t find anything today, and the court session is on Friday.”

Moreover, due to the extremely heinous nature of the case, it would be a public hearing, and many media personnel would be in attendance.

Simply thinking about it made Marcel feel depressed.

What to do…

“Marcel, what do you think this is?” Purple Summers raised the tablet slightly so he could see.

Marcel looked at it briefly while slowing down the car.

“What is it?”

Purple Summers pointed to a spot on the screen with her finger, “Look here.”

Marcel was puzzled and decided to stop the car on the side of the road to take a closer look at the computer.

“Uh… dust? Pebbles on the ground, perhaps…” He looked at Purple with confusion, “Is there something unusual about this?”

Purple pressed the play button, and in the video, a layer of sand fluttered slightly, with tiny grains of sand and pebbles barely perceptible as they rolled on the ground.

However, it was really tiny. The screen resolution was already coarse, and the little particles were so small that they were just one or two pixels each. Marcel couldn’t understand how she had noticed it.

“…And then?” He still didn’t understand, “The dust on the ground is flying, so what does that mean?”

“Perhaps a car passed by and stirred up the dust?” Purple murmured.

Marcel frowned, “It could also be the wind.”

The section of the video that Purple was watching pointed towards the factory gate’s inner direction. The scope of the shot was just outside the road, so the situation on the road itself was not visible.