Yu Zhi nestled into the beanbag chair, her eyes closed as she sorted through the chaotic memories in her mind.
After a while, she suddenly sat up straight, grabbed her camera, and started taking pictures of the objects on the table one by one.
Yu Zhi first went through a comprehensive search on her computer, and as expected, there were no records of any shop having sold the golden lock.
She clicked on the familiar crossed-swords icon on her desktop and sent the photos over to Rattlesnake.
The other party was always active at night, and within seconds, a message came through: [The photos aren't clear. You should really change your phone.]
Yu Zhi: "..."
She glanced at the phone on her right, where several noticeable scratches and a spiderweb-like crack on the front camera caught her eye.
Yeah... maybe it really was time for a new one.
Yu Zhi took a few more photos in higher detail and sent them again, making sure not to miss a single detail.
