Ning Yichu opened the webpage and saw a PDF.
When you click on it, you will see the style, brand, origin, etc. of the pocket watch.
This pocket watch came from across the ocean in the last century. It is from a famous luxury watch brand in Continent M, and its watches are still very famous internationally.
After locking in the timeline for the style, Mo Boyu went back to Ning Yichu to ask for the detailed photos of the photo. He also checked the approximate shooting time and film brand, etc.
"Chu Chu, did you see the neutral marker on the back of that photo? My people found out it was the mark of a photo studio in Pingjiang. The photo must have been developed there. The address is in your email. I've sent people to look for it, but they're gone. There's no clue."
To say that there is no such thing is more like someone deliberately covered it up.
It is said that the photo studio became rich overnight and sold the building and left.
Ning Yichu scanned the information one by one. She took out the photo again and looked at it carefully. "Did my aunt say anything?"
Mo Boyu paused noticeably.
After a moment, a voice came from the other end of the phone, "My mom said... this is the truth you want to know. This is all she can do."
It seems that there are some things that she still needs to dig deeper into herself...
But Ning Qingwan's aversion to the photo gave her a bold guess in her mind -
The old photo in the pocket watch may not be her at all!
Who is that?
Why does he look so similar to her?
The phone was hung up.
Ning Yichu first transferred a sum of money to Mo Boyu according to the market price, and then began to read the report carefully.
This pocket watch is another disguised "luxury product" of the last century. That is to say, the owner must be the lover or relative of the person in the photo, with an extremely close relationship and a good family background!
But if Ning Qingwan didn't own this thing, how could it have ended up in Chen Zilan's hands?
Ning Yichu put away the pocket watch, and the deformed edge hurt his palm a little.
"Ding-ling-ling~"
At this time, the phone rang.
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