Chapter 799 Read Disk Contents

Chapter 799 Read Disk Contents

There is no obvious wear and scratches on the soft magnetic area, although it has been more than 20 years, it still looks new.

Li Qiao glanced at Shang Yu, then inserted the floppy disk into the card reader.

Maybe it's been too long, and the computer desktop has been displaying the words "reading".

Li Qiao was not in a hurry, she leaned back on the chair, stretched her joints, and asked sideways, "If this kind of floppy disk is damaged, can it be repaired?"

Even if the iron sheet of the electric box can block electromagnetic and radiation, the possibility of automatic degaussing of the floppy disk due to being left for too long cannot be ruled out.

Shang Yu hooked his thin lips, "Yes, after repairing, the data stored on the floppy disk will not disappear."

"Oh." Li Qiao responded lightly, and glanced at the computer screen again. It happened that the value read from the disk was full, reaching 100%.

Immediately afterwards, a white pop-up window popped up automatically, and there were three encrypted folders in it.

Li Qiao raised her eyebrows, her eyes burning slightly, "It's not broken."

The man twisted up the flannel on the table, and said in a deep tone: "Anti-static flannel and a resistance tin box are indeed a good way to store floppy disks."

Li Qiao glanced at the white flannel, then turned her gaze away and began to crack the password of the folder.

In less than three minutes, the encrypted folder was unlocked, and Li Qiao clicked on the first one, which was a video file.

She clicked on the video with some expectations, and a dark picture came into view.

Oh, it wasn't taken by Jing Yilan.

Li Qiao zoomed in on the page, and the upper left corner still showed the time, which was August 12th thirty years ago.

"Is this surveillance?" Li Qiao squinted her eyes. Because the black and white picture quality was slightly blurred, and it was night, it was so dark that she could barely see the outline of the road.

Soon, the two beams of headlights moved from far to near.

A man got out of the car, wearing a gentleman's top hat, holding a gun in one hand, pointed the front and pulled the trigger.

There is no sound during this period of monitoring, only the light of bullets fired from the muzzle of the gun can be seen.

The next moment, the man raised his head, moved his arm and shot the surveillance camera at the intersection.

The screen ends here.

The entire surveillance took less than forty seconds, and the most important thing was the last three seconds, because when the man in the top hat looked up at the surveillance, his face was captured.

Li Qiao went back to the monitor, stopped the time at thirty-six seconds, zoomed in on the screen, and carefully identified the face of the shooter.

The other party looked very young, and his facial contours were not three-dimensional. It seemed to be... Asian.

At this moment, Shang Yu's eyes were deep beside him, and his lips raised a smile that was not a smile, "Old Duke, Xiao Hongdao."

Li Qiao rubbed her chin, and signaled to the monitoring time in the upper left corner, "It seems that we need to check today's story."

It must be very important for Jing Yilan to keep this monitoring.

Regardless of whether Xiao Hongdao killed someone or not, this monitoring is enough to prove that he was suspected of intentional injury.

The aristocrats are above the ordinary people, and their status is honored and admired by others, but the British imperial aristocrats are also most afraid of one thing, scandals.

Li Qiao downloaded the video and forwarded it to her mailbox, and soon opened the second folder, which was a Word document.

There is not much content, only two pages, but the amount of information is amazing.

The first page is a certificate of aristocratic status issued by the very old Commonwealth government. The handwritten date in the lower right corner is actually 61 years ago.

The Duke of Cherman, Paul Taylor Cherman, is the standard surname for citizens of the British Empire.

The document came to the second page, which was also a piece of noble identity information. The time in the lower right corner was fifty-five years ago, but the content was quite different.

The Duke of Charman, Zu Xiao, this is the pinyin surname in China.

The two documents were identical except for the duke's name and age.

Xiao Zu, Xiao Hongdao's father, Xiao Yehui's grandfather.

Li Qiao compared the two documents repeatedly, thought for a moment, and then guessed: "So, it was not the Xiao family who originally conferred the Duke of Charman, but... Paul Taylor Charman."

Shang Yu leaned lazily on the back of the chair, his eyes were as deep as the sea, "More than fifty years ago, the Xiao family withdrew from Pama."

Li Qiao let go of the mouse, and frowned thoughtfully, "Both these two documents come from the Commonwealth government, it doesn't look like a fake."

The title of Marquis of Lawrence she gave Shang Yu back then also had such proof of noble identity information.

Shang Yu's dry palm fell on the back of her neck, and he raised his jaw towards the computer, "Look at the third folder."

Concentrated, Li Qiao clicked on the last folder, which was a very simple notepad applet.

There are only two Chinese characters in it: swaddle.

Li Qiao propped her forehead and sighed lightly: "I don't know if my mother threw those things away."

Obviously, Jing Yilan divided things into two parts.

There was another copy, most likely in her swaddle as a baby.

No wonder the second uncle Mu Aoxian has found nothing for so many years, even the Xiao family probably couldn't find it anywhere.

It turned out to be divided into two.

Shang Yu looked at Li Qiao leisurely, saw her eyelashes slightly drooping, and looked upset, he couldn't help scraping her cheek with his fingertips, "Probably not."

Li Qiao pursed her lips and looked at the time. It should be around six in the afternoon in China.

She picked up her mobile phone and dialed Duan Shuyuan directly.

At the same time, Duan Shuyuan was having dinner, when she saw Li Qiao's call, she answered it with a smile, "Honey, are you back?"

Li Qiao bent her lips and said not yet, the mother and daughter had a few homely conversations, then she changed the subject, "Mom, I want to ask you something."

Duan Shuyuan was slightly taken aback when she heard Li Qiao's extremely serious tone, "What's the matter? Tell me."

Li Qiao pondered for a few seconds before asking bluntly, "Do you still keep the swaddling baby I was in when I was a child?"

Duan Shuyuan on the other end of the phone was silent for a moment, opened her mouth, and answered truthfully, "Keep it."

She paused, then carefully probed, "Qiaoqiao, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, just want to see."

Duan Shuyuan frowned, looked at the exquisite food on the table, and looked far away, "I keep everything from your childhood, it's in the safe of my makeup cabinet, when do you want it? I'll send it to you?"

Li Qiao swallowed with complicated eyes, "Mom, no need, you can put it away for me first, I'll go back and look at it in a few days."

"Okay, then mom will wait for you to come back."

After hanging up the phone, Li Qiao let out a sigh of relief, turned her eyes to meet Shang Yu's, her eyebrows and eyes were as black as black jade, "The floppy disk is evidence, and my baby is probably the killer's weapon."

Both pieces of evidence seem to prove that the duke position of the Xiao family has an unknown origin.

Now that the Xiao family has become the Duke of Chaleman, what happened to the original Paul Taylor Chaleman?

It's impossible to sell the Duke's status like Marquis Lawrence did.

At this time, Shang Yu raised his eyebrows slightly, took her hand and kneaded it in his palm, "Can you go back to China?"

Li Qiao looked at the intertwined fingers of the two and smiled slightly, "Wait another three days."