Lu Youting sat down beside Shen Qing, intently watching him perform the check.
What should have been a simple comparison, Shen Qing somehow stretched into half an hour, and as time went on, light sweat gradually covered his face.
The longer it took, the more uneasy Lu Youting became.
After another ten minutes, he finally couldn't stand it anymore and spoke: "How much longer will it take? Isn't checking for authenticity a simple task for you? Why has it taken so long?"
Shen Qing's movements froze, and with a troubled face, he looked towards Lu Youting.
Lu Youting's heart suddenly sank, and his unease started to swell.
"Is there a result?"
Shen Qing paused, then nodded stiffly.
Without an answer, Lu Youting's suspicion grew stronger: "Is the video real?"
Shen Qing's palms were nervously sweating.
He opened his hand, rubbed it on his trouser leg, and braced himself to explain: "I've used five different methods to check, and all five showed no anomalies."