The phone screen stopped showing anything since the morning, nothing was recorded, so he hurried to the next room, turned on the computer, but the surveillance equipment hadn't captured anything.
Both the computer and phone showed no image, and hence, there were certainly no images saved on the cloud. There was only one possibility: the surveillance equipment had been hacked.
The old man leaned on the wall with one hand as he came out of the room, staring at the three people in front of him, silent for a long while.
It was clear now, these three had planned meticulously; before arriving, they had already hacked the antique shop's surveillance.
"Boss, say something. What's going on? Did you find anything? Should we call the police? Is it because your phone ran out of credit, and you couldn't get through? Should I call the police for you?" The woman was as smug as could be, shaking her head and smiling triumphantly, constantly watching the old man.
