Genius Club.

Chapter 270: Taimu Bank! Reversing time and space!

steaming.

The old man took off the hood and took two steps back.

But then——

“Haha…hahahahahaha!”

He quickly recovered his composure, looked at Lin Xian and smiled dryly:
"Child, it's too late..."

boom! ! ! ! !
boom! ! ! ! !
boom! ! ! ! !
A white light suddenly appeared, burning everything.

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On the luxurious big bed, Lin Xian opened his eyes.

"How about it?"

VV controlled the electric curtains to open, and the dazzling sunlight shone in.

It is noon in New York now and the sun is shining brightly.

"It's quite embarrassing. I still have goose bumps. It's so childish."

"I mean what the old man said!" VV shouted.

"He said, it's too late."

Lin Xian rubbed his eyes and got up from the big bed:
"But this is not important. What is important is, just as you said, the moment I called out Kevin Walker's name, he was indeed frightened and his pupils contracted violently."

"I think... even if this doesn't prove that he is Kevin Walker, it can at least be concluded that he knows the name Kevin Walker. Anyway, the two of them should be closely related."

Just now, before falling asleep.

VV gave Lin Xian some acting training. It said that in order to trick the other party into giving him information, he had to take them by surprise and appear extremely confident.

In this way, without psychological preparation, micro-expressions and micro-eye glances will definitely reveal something.

"Besides, Lin Xian, your advantage is that you can try and fail countless times. Next time you enter the dream, you can still laugh so arrogantly, then call out another name and see his eye reaction. If it's not as strong as this time, then it's likely that he is Kevin Walker."

"In short, as you said, we have to find Kevin Walker in reality no matter what. When you finish your business in the United States, return home as soon as possible. I will protect you while accelerating my evolution. When I become strong enough... we will definitely be able to find Kevin Walker!"

"It's okay, you have plenty of time."

Lin Xian got down from the bed and put on his slippers:

"After I return home, I still have a lot of things to do, such as Guizhou Sky Eye, the cosmological constant, the mirror puzzle, etc. We can each do our own things by then. The ultimate goal of these things is the same. It is not a bad thing for us to have more power and intelligence."

"I'm going to go wash up. After I pack up, it's time to head to Princeton."

……

Several black, bulletproof cars from the consulate drove past Princeton University.

Lin Xian and Chu Anqing sat in the car, looking at this world-renowned university with a long history.

“Did Einstein teach here?”

Question baby Chu Anqing asked.

"Yes."

Lin Xian nodded:
"He spent more than 20 years before his death in Princeton. For various reasons... Actually, his life was not very happy, but generally speaking, it was OK. He was more depressed, which was probably why he rejected all research and job invitations and taught quietly at Princeton University."

Chu Anqing turned her head and looked at Lin Xian:

"I heard that Einstein's brain was stolen? Is it also kept in this university now?"

"There should be a part of it. I heard that it was cut into many pieces and given to many research institutions."

Lin Xian shook his head:
“But the details are unclear.”

Shortly after.

A total of four black sedans, and two escort vehicles in front and behind, parked on Marshal Street, one kilometer away from Princeton University.

The car door opened, Lin Xian and Chu Anqing got out, and looked up at the old and somewhat dilapidated detached house in front of them.

112 Marshal Street.

This is where the great man of the century, Albert Einstein, lived in his later years. It was also the place where Ji Lin bought and placed a painting as a gift for Lin Xian.

The two walked into the courtyard that had not been maintained for a long time, walked up the steps, and looked at the slightly shabby door in front of them.

Lin Xian reached into his inner pocket.

Pull out a flat key.

This key was given to me by Angelica, the last of the seven deadly sins, after the East China Sea Commendation Conference.

Lin Xian could also guess it.

Ji Lin had so many inheritances, but only this shabby cottage made Angelica insist on personally delivering the key to him.

This incidates that……

To Ji Lin, this house is worth more than all his other properties combined.

The only thing that could make Ji Lin pay so much attention to it was——

Genius Club.

this time.

Lin Xian inexplicably felt that he was getting closer and closer to the Genius Club.

There really is this sixth sense.

As he becomes more powerful and comes into contact with more and more things... he can feel more and more that the end point of all the whirlpools is heading in the same strange direction, that is, the mysterious black hand that has been hidden in the long river of history for more than 600 years.

Will you find the answer here?
Whether it is Ji Xinshui or Ji Lin, they all want to get an invitation letter to the Genius Club.

It's not just them.

Even I want an invitation.

The oriole said so.

To find the answer to all this... the easiest way is to get a real invitation to the genius club.

indeed.

Now that I am once again caught in a vortex of confusion and surrounded by mysteries.

[An invitation to the Genius Club is what I want most! ]

Click.

Lin Xian inserted the flat key into the door and twisted it hard.

squeak...

The door that had not been opened for a long time made a heart-wrenching sound.

The sunlight shone obliquely into the house, casting a standard rectangle on the ground. Outside the light was darkness, and within the light was dust.

Chu Anqing fanned the dust in front of her face and coughed twice:
"This... ahem... this dust, it looks like no one has cleaned it up in a long time."

Lin Xian nodded.

After Xu Yun died, Ji Lin came to Longguo. It has been ten months since then, and Ji Lin has definitely not been here in these ten months. Therefore, the dust in this room has been accumulated for at least a year. No wonder the wind brought by opening the door can be so choking.

The two walked into the house and instantly felt the temperature drop sharply.

Lin Xian found the light switch at the entrance and pressed it.

Click.

The dim room finally became bright.

Look around.

The two found that there was really nothing in the house. The only furniture was probably the thick black curtains that blocked out the sunlight.

"It seems like Ji Lin's style." Chu Anqing said in a low voice.

The two of them continued walking inside.

There is absolutely nothing on the first floor. Even mice are too lazy to live here.

Lin Xian and Chu Anqing walked up the stairs to the second floor and finally found the only thing in the house that could be called a decoration besides the curtains -

An oil painting hanging on the wall of the living room on the second floor:
Sad Einstein

Lin Xian stared at the painting. It was so creepy no matter when he saw it.

Einstein's lifeless eyes were like a black hole in the universe, as if pulling everything in front of him into an unknown abyss.

Melancholy, sadness and despair filled the face of this great man.

The coldness, depression and heaviness also weigh on the hearts of every audience member.

"Senior Lin Xian, is this painting a fake replica?"

Chu Anqing asked curiously.

Because at the beginning of this year, when she and senior Lin Xian met by chance at the Donghai Exhibition Hall, they visited the world tour oil painting exhibition held at that time together.

There is an exhibition of this painting above.

Moreover, Senior Lin Xian also patiently told her about the historical background of this painting——

Einstein was depressed by the explosion of nuclear weapons and was afraid of his own mass-energy equation.

He blamed himself for opening Pandora's box, casting a gray gloom over the future of the human world.

"Does humanity... really have a future?" Einstein often asked himself this question at that time, and died in depression caused by guilt, self-blame and fear.

"It should be true. It is said that Henry Dawson painted more than one "Sad Einstein", and each one contains a different code."

As Lin Xian spoke, he turned on the ceiling light in the living room on the second floor and walked closer to the painting to examine it.

This is said... He doesn't know whether it is true or not, in fact, it is just Angelica's personal opinion.

However, Lin Xian believed that with Ji Lin's ability, if there were 8 authentic copies of this not-so-famous painting, he could definitely get one easily. It was just a matter of spending some money. He really was not short of money, not to mention... he had Ji Xinshui, a world-class tycoon, behind him.

Where is the password hidden?

Lin Xian carefully observed the details of the painting, and then compared it with the one in the East China Sea Exhibition Hall... Soon, he really found something different!

"Eyebrow."

Lin Xian said softly.

Raise your finger and point to the eyebrow above Einstein's left eye socket in this painting:

"I don't remember other parts very clearly, but I saw the eyebrow in the left eye socket very clearly. In the painting "Sad Einstein" displayed in the Donghai Exhibition Hall, the position of the eyebrow is concave, and the whole piece of oil paint is concave."

"I was very confused at the time. What kind of strange painting technique was this? As an art student, I felt that this place shouldn't be painted like this. Using a concave technique to paint the most dense part of the eyebrows... I thought about it for a long time and didn't know what the specific clever intention was."

"But a master is a master after all. I am not qualified to question Henry Dawson with my limited skills. Although he is not a famous painter in the field of modern painting, he is still a master in his field. There must be a deep meaning behind this, right? Light and shadow effect? ​​Three-dimensional side view? I don't know. I can only say that I feel his power is impressive."

"But look at this painting, 'Sad Einstein', also by Henry Dawson. The left eyebrow here is completely normal."

Lin Xian pressed his fingers directly on the hard oil paint, motioning Chu Anqing to look closer:

"Look, the paint used to draw the eyebrows here is raised normally. This is the correct painting technique. It is very natural and three-dimensional."

Chu Anqing nodded.

She studied watercolor painting.

Although watercolor and oil painting are different, they still have some similarities. Mistakes like sunken eyebrows will never happen in the hands of a master.

What's more, oil paint is applied in small amounts, and the dented area can be easily repaired. For Henry Dawson, it is a piece of cake.

"So Henry Dawson must have done it on purpose."

Chu Anqing whispered, then tilted her head and looked at Einstein's nose from the side:

"But this oil painting... Senior Lin Xian, if you look at it from the side, isn't the perspective of the nose also a little strange?"

Lin Xian came over upon hearing the sound.

really.

The bridge of the nose is obviously unexpectedly higher.

If it's just normally high, it can be understood as "beautifying" the nose bridge, but this kind of height is more like being intentionally high. It's not obvious when looking at the painting from the front, but if you observe it from the side... professionals can tell at a glance that it's strange.

"Is this really the real thing, Senior Lin Xian? I don't think a master would make this kind of mistake."

"Do not……"

Lin Xian shook his head:
"On the contrary, this is more proof that it is authentic. If this painting was a fake, how could it make such a low-level mistake? Nowadays, the technical level of those forgers is very high. Although their creativity is not good, the paintings they copied are really identical and it is difficult to tell the real from the fake. Unless a professional appraiser comes, it is generally difficult to tell the difference... Therefore, Henry Dawson may make such a small mistake, but those studios that make fakes will never make such a mistake."

He looked him up and down again:
“Perhaps these subtle differences in height are the code that Henry Dawson left in this painting.”

Lin Xian thought of this when he first heard Angelica talk about oil painting.

The characteristic of oil painting is that it is three-dimensional and its oil paint has height.

These height differences...

It is the best dimension to hide passwords!
"Ah! So that's it!"

Chu Anqing suddenly realized, clapped his hands, and laughed:
"Then I have a good idea! I just learned it in class at school a while ago. The teacher taught us some tricks when we were practicing light and shadow!"

Say it.

She trotted to the stairs and flipped the light switch.

Click.

The entire second floor became dark, and you couldn't see your hand in front of you. There was no light at all.

“Dangdangdang~~”

Chu Anqing smiled and jumped to the left side of the painting. She took out her phone and pressed it against the wall. Then she pressed the flashlight icon to keep the flash on.

moment.

Lin Xian took a breath of cold air.

Because the oil paint is uneven, these straight rays of light shining from the left will form small shadows of varying lengths on the oil paint canvas according to the different heights of the oil paint.

【Various lengths! 】

Now Lin Xian can clearly see the shadows of varying lengths, just like Morse code, long and short, neatly arranged on the canvas!
So neat...

It can't be straight in rows.

It's obvious at first glance that this was done intentionally!
"This is……"

Lin Xian pursed his lips and swallowed his saliva:
“Is the Einstein code hidden in “Sad Einstein”?”

He didn't know what to call the password exactly.

Einstein code?

Or the Henry Dawson Code?

But it doesn't matter what they are called. What matters is... what do these codes mean? Where do they point to?

"This is not Morse code."

Lin Xian analyzed:
"There are not only two types of shadows, long and short. There are several different lengths of shadows. And although the overall shape is neat, there are still some artificial inclinations. This kind of code... should not be cracked in a short time."

"Do we need to find an expert to crack the password?" Chu Anqing asked.

"Do you know him?" Lin Xian looked at her.

Chu Anqing shook her head:

"I don't know any cryptographers... or rather, I'm too unfamiliar with this profession. The only cryptographer I can think of is the one in the movie The Imitation Game, which tells the story of a real cryptographer in history."

"He was a hero in World War II. It was the machine he invented that cracked the German code system and turned the tide of the entire World War II."

Lin Xian turned around:
"You are talking about the father of computer science and artificial intelligence..."

Chu Anqing nodded:

"Yes, that's [Alan Turing]."

Lin Xian chuckled:
"Indeed, he is a great scientist. Not just a scientist, he has many titles, including computer science, mathematics, logic, cryptography, theoretical biology... and so on. He is undoubtedly a true genius."

"It's just... his later years were just as miserable."

Lin Xian walked back to the painting, held the frame, and took the entire painting off the wall:
"No matter how good Turing was at cracking codes, he's dead and we can't find him. So let's bring him back to China and find some cryptography experts in China to help."

After that, Lin Xian and Chu Anqing went downstairs together, put the oil painting on the car, returned to the hotel where the Dragon Country team was staying, and prepared to return home.

……

boom------

The Longguo special plane took off from the New York airport and flew to Longguo on the other side of the ocean.

After landing.

Lin Xian arranged for a driver to take Chu Anqing back to Tunghai University, and then he returned to the Rhine Company headquarters.

I've been away for so long that a lot of things have piled up. After all, I'm the president, and I have to sign and decide on many things myself, and I can't skip this process.

Brother Wang came to Lin Xian's office with a thick stack of documents.

With a bang, he placed it heavily on the table:
"Oh, look, there are so many of them, and they all need your signature and approval."

Lin Xian nodded and began to look through the documents:
"Brother Wang, you have worked so hard during this period. You know I am a hands-off manager. The success of Rhine Company is all due to your efforts."

Brother Wang smiled and waved his hand:
"Why are you being so polite? In fact, I should be thanking you. It's you who gave me this opportunity to be the vice president. It gave me a platform to display my abilities and build a company from scratch. I feel very accomplished."

"You can't say that, Brother Wang."

Lin Xian put the signed document aside and continued to flip through the next document:
"Originally, even if you didn't come to Rhine Company as vice president, MX Company was planning to promote you to vice president. You would be vice president wherever you go."

"No, no, no, it's a different Lin Xian."

Brother Wang pulled a chair and sat down, explaining to Lin Xian:

"MX Company already has three vice presidents, and no one has retired, and they are not too old. Even if I am promoted to vice president, I am only fourth in rank. What can I manage? I am not talking about power... I am just a person with great dreams. I want to do a career that can satisfy me. Compared with wealth, fame and fortune, I value this sense of accomplishment more."

"So, even if I became the vice president of MX Company, it would only be a sinecure, equivalent to early retirement. With the three vice presidents above me, I can't manage anything or make any decisions. I can do almost nothing."

"I won't hide it from you, Lin Xian."

Brother Wang laughed and said:

"In fact, I had planned it out some time ago. Once I was promoted to vice president, I would semi-retire from MX Company and start my own business, fulfilling a dream I had since childhood."

"But I definitely don't have such thoughts now. Don't worry, Lin Xian. You gave me the opportunity to realize my life value, and I will definitely work hard for you! I gave up my childhood dream a long time ago and I don't even think about it anymore. Now I am only thinking about how to make Rhine Company better."

Lin Xian lowered his head to sign the document and asked casually:
"What dream?"

“I want to open a bank!”

Talking about his dream, Wang Ge beamed with joy:
"But it's not an ordinary bank. It's a bank that only provides safe deposit box services. And my bank doesn't serve those customers with valuables. It serves those who use safe deposit boxes for a long time, even for hundreds of years! When I was a child, I had already made up my mind when I saw the plot in Doraemon where Nobita buried the time capsule! When I have money in the future, I will open a bank like this and provide time capsules to the whole world!"

"I'm not afraid of you laughing at me. I've been thinking about this for years. I even have the name of the bank in mind!"

Brother Wang chuckled:
"Since it's a bank related to time capsules... time, in English, time, so of course the name is -"

"【Tyme Bank!】"

(End of this chapter)