Just when I was at the end of my rope, Zhou Haizhen sent me a video. The video showed Deng Jiazhe at the entrance of the Yintai Mall, meeting a woman loaded down with shopping bags. He gallantly took them from her as she ducked into his car. It all happened too fast and from too far away; I couldn’t get a clear look at her face. I played it back twice, hoping for a better view, but it was no use.