In the photo shop, the female shopkeeper brought the envelope bag containing the photos to Asher Fujimaru, divided it into three parts, and marked the time on the outside like a film.
Asher Fujimaru thanked him and hurriedly left the store and returned to No. 43 amidst the cold face of the female shopkeeper.
There were more large boxes and bundles of wires in the house than when she left, probably what Jason had just asked her to buy with money.
"Did you buy a computer?" Asher Fujimaru approached the carton and distinguished the labels on it.
"It's the twenty-first century," Jason pushed her aside. "Do you really think that just by walking down the street, someone will tell you the answer?"
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