Genius Club.

Chapter 511 Life
Bang!Bang!Bang!Bang!
……

Colorful fireworks bloomed in the sky over Brooklyn. This unprecedented spectacular fireworks show made every passerby stop, look up, and exclaim in amazement:

"It's so beautiful! I've never seen so many fireworks!"

"Who sets off such a large number of fireworks in Brooklyn? It seems that this is not allowed?"

"Maybe some young master wanted to please the beauty, haha. We are so lucky that we can see such beautiful fireworks in Brooklyn!"

1952 11 Month 2 Day.

That night, it seemed as if the entire Brooklyn population was looking up at the sky, enjoying the fireworks feast, with colorful glare exploding in their pupils.

But only one person...

Keep your head down.

With the sky at his back.

Walking aimlessly on the streets of Brooklyn, against the riverbank where fireworks were being set off.

It was Lin Xian, dressed in black and wearing a black wool felt hat.

The brim of the hat was pulled down very low, covering most of the face.

He was probably the only person in all of Brooklyn who wasn't looking up at the fireworks.

Those were the fireworks he prepared for CC.

But the cute girl who loved eating hot dogs failed to realize her dream and did not get to see the fireworks that amazed the era...

Screaming children ran past Lin Xian.

Jumping around.

Happy and excited.

Shouting at the sky.

If CC is still alive;

If CC had not become a thousand-year pile;
If CC does not turn into blue stardust and dissipate;

At this moment, she... should be like these excited children, standing on tiptoes, pointing at the sky, showing her cute dimples and crescent moon, right?
Unfortunately.

A strange combination of circumstances.

It's just a little bit, just a few hours.

【fireworks】.

This became CC's obsession, an obsession that lasted for 600 years.

This is the end.

Lin Xian has figured it all out.

Zhao Yingjun's previous guess was indeed correct -

[All the dreams of the Millennium Pillars are different fragments of the same story, and this story... is the life of the first generation Pillar CC. ]

In Zhang Yuqian's videotape, she was suddenly awakened and said the key words: white light, burning, mushroom cloud, 1952, newspaper, and Einstein.

This dream was exactly the scene when CC and I were watching TV in the Empire State Building Hotel on the morning of November 11st.

At that time, the TV was playing the scene of the hydrogen bomb explosion, I was discussing Einstein with CC, and the latest issue of the New York Times was on the coffee table.

The mushroom cloud produced by the hydrogen bomb explosion had a great impact on CC. Perhaps it was because the memory was so deep that it became Zhang Yuqian's daily nightmare.

600 years later, CC dreamed of Lin Xian with blue eyes.

For a long time before, Lin Xian had always believed that a creature like "Blue-eyed Lin Xian" could not exist at all, which seriously violated a series of laws of time and space.

But I never expected...

At the moment when the first thousand-year pile was driven in and the laws of time and space just began to take effect, "Blue Eyed Lin Xian" actually appeared!

At that time, the first generation CC's whole body became transparent and she was panicked. The blue-eyed self was the last picture she saw in her 20-year-old life, which was naturally very profound.

Therefore...it became CC's dream 600 years later.

As for Chu Anqing’s dream, it is easier to explain.

The obsession with fireworks.

The fireworks that I wanted to see since I was a child.

The fireworks show is just around the corner.

In the end, I missed it and didn't get to see it.

perhaps.

This is the biggest wish and also the biggest regret of the first generation CC.

……

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Lin Xian took lonely steps on the cold road and continued to move towards the darkness.

He didn't know where this was.

I don’t know where to go.

Just walking here blindly.

seem……

CC used to be in every corner of Brooklyn, but now he is nowhere to be seen.

The gorgeous fireworks in the sky are still popping.

A total of ten pickup trucks of fireworks could not be set off in a short time.

Amid the rumbling sound of fireworks exploding, Lin Xian continued to think about the question of the Millennium Pile.

Just now.

I think I have figured out the dream puzzle of the Millennium Pile.

What followed was even more confusing confusion...

What is certain now is.

在米国时间1952年11月2日，12：42分，人类历史上第一根千年桩在时空长河上打下。

Although it is impossible to determine whether this moment was the 20th birthday of the first generation CC, Lin Xian guessed that it was likely the case, but there was no evidence.

From the moment the Millennium Pile was driven into the ground, [history was officially locked] and [the laws of time and space came into effect].

What followed was the rejection of time and space, which changed his appearance and his eyes turned into a bright blue.

Just now, Lin Xian also took a look at the window glass.

The figure that suddenly appeared on the glass was a completely unfamiliar man. He was doing the same actions and posing the same posture as Lin Xian, and they were looking into each other's eyes.

Lin Xian knew that this was how he looked like in the time and space rejection. But to be honest, he had no sense of substitution, and it was difficult for him to accept this fact, and it was difficult for him to accept that this strange man was himself.

Height and body shape remain roughly unchanged.

The facial features were transformed from those of the Great Demonic Shift, and no trace of his original appearance could be seen at all.

The deep blue eyes are surrounded by deep eye sockets; coupled with the high nose bridge and prominent cheekbones, he looks like a Nordic mixed-race.

His face has become square, with a faint cleft in the middle of his chin, which is a typical image of a Western man.

Only the black hair and yellow skin retain a hint of Asian features, but overall... no one would think that they are a native Chinese.

Lin Xian guessed.

It starts from the moment the first thousand-year pile is driven in.

This world and this time and space became what he was familiar with.

As for whether he would dream about the future world... Lin Xian thought that there was an 80% chance that he would.

If you just want to verify it, you can only wait until you fall asleep early this morning.

He is in a state of confusion now.

From a broad perspective, many truths about the Millennium Pile have been clarified:

1. The Millennium Pillar is indeed used to lock history. Once history is locked, it will trigger the corresponding laws of time and space, causing time and space rejection.

2. The Millennium Pile was indeed "artificially" created. Although we don't know what this "person" is, space-time particles will not appear out of thin air, nor will they aim at themselves out of thin air.

3. There seems to be a certain pattern in the selection of the Millennium Pillar, but it doesn’t seem to matter who it is; at least judging from the trajectory of the space-time particles just now, the first target of the Millennium Pillar is not CC... but himself.

These three facts are all verified correct results.

But on top of that.

There are still three questions that have not been answered:

[1. Who drove the thousand-year-old pile? And for what purpose?]

[2. Where do the suddenly appearing space-time particles come from? Why do they appear at this point in time? ]

[3. What would have happened if CC had not pushed himself away and the space-time particle had hit him? ]

As for the first two questions, I currently have no idea.

But the third question...

obviously.

In the beginning, that space-time particle was directed at him.

If he was hit by that space-time particle, he would most likely be the one to turn into a thousand-year pile and dissipate.

"So... CC saved me."

Lin Xian clenched his fists: "It was CC who blocked the space-time particles for me and became the Millennium Pillar in my place."

He stopped.

I looked up and watched the bright moon slowly rising in the sky.

This is the closed loop of everything.

Everything is a beginning and an end; it is a cause and a result.

The same applies to the fact that I traveled back to 1952.

prior to.

He and Liu Feng discussed the world line model, which is simply the structure of a big tree. A trunk can split into thousands, tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions of branches... These are world lines with different space-time curvatures.

no doubt.

[The time, space and history before November 1952, 11 are the trunk from which countless branches grow.]

Even if he did not travel back to 1952, it would not affect the development of time and space in a divergent direction.

because……

I am just one of the billions of branches, I am just one of the billions of forest strings.

Among these billions of world lines, if any one of Lin Xian travels back to 1952, it will trigger the same historical closed loop, promote the formation of the Millennium Pile, and lock history from this moment on.

Only one trunk is needed.

As for the branches, it doesn't matter how many are broken, dead, or missing.

You can consider the detailed inferences after you understand more of the truth and return to 2234.

But now, Lin Xian has made up his mind.

No matter who drove the thousand-year stake, no matter what the purpose of driving the thousand-year stake was...

He wants to figure it all out!
Uproot everything!
Rescue all the Millennium Pile girls!
boom……

As the last firework bloomed in the night sky of Brooklyn, the fireworks show that lasted for more than ten minutes finally ended, and peace returned to the city.

The noise of the surrounding streets became clear again, and the sound of fighting came from the alley next to me:
"Little Johnny! Do you want to be beaten to death for stealing such a small amount of money today?"

"Sir, I'm sorry, today is really...ah!!"

The child's screams attracted Lin Xian's attention.

He looked around.

I had no idea where I was walking to.

This location... should be in the area between Brooklyn Heights and the slums.

It seems that there is unrest everywhere in Brooklyn at night, and people are bullied everywhere.

He was holding his hands in his pockets.

His left hand touched the white square gift box in his coat pocket which contained a $20 watch.

That was the watch CC bought for himself as a gift, using all his savings of $20 that he had not been willing to spend over the years.

He was reluctant to wear it because he felt the watch was very heavy, a weight that his wrist could not bear.

Tomorrow is winter time.

Daylight saving time in the United States ends on the first Sunday in November.

This point of knowledge... he will probably never forget it in his entire life.

next to.

The sounds of beatings in the alley grew louder.

It was probably a few adult men beating a teenage boy. The boy was begging and screaming, looking very pitiful.

Normally, Lin Xian doesn't have the heart to care about these trivial matters.

But he always thinks...

CC has been wandering the streets for several years.

Will anyone bully her?
Once this thought came up, he couldn't ignore it; now, in Lin Xian's eyes, every wandering child in Brooklyn has the shadow of CC.

He walked towards the dark alley where the screaming came from.

Turning the corner, I saw three black men laughing and kicking a little boy who was begging for mercy on the ground with his head in his hands.

The little boy has yellow skin and black hair; his English is not very standard, with a very obvious Dragon accent, and sounds very poor.

He should be of Chinese descent.

Lin Xian noticed that the little boy called "Little Johnny" was in rags and dressed like a rag; there were wounds at the corners of his mouth and arms, and blood was oozing out... But he didn't dare to resist at all, and curled up like a hamster, with dirty footprints all over his back.

"sorry Sorry sorry……"

The little boy was unable to apologize while screaming, but the perpetrators became more and more excited, completely disregarding his life or death, and kicked him hard in the head again.

boom!
A gunshot!
The hat on the leading black man's head fell off.

The three black men were stunned and looked towards the corner of the dark alley...

A tall man in black stood at the entrance of the alley, the pistol in his right hand emitting shocking white smoke.

boom!boom!
Two more gunshots were heard. The man's movement of raising his gun and aiming was completely invisible. The hats of the other two black men flew into the air... and fell to the ground one after another.

The man with the gun looked up.

The bright blue eyes stared at the three people:

"roll."

He spoke softly, but it sounded like the whisper of death.

"Run...run!"

The three black men were instantly frightened and fled in a panic.

The little boy got up from the ground, looking at the three black men who were running away in disbelief, then turned his head and saw Lin Xian, and hurriedly got up and thanked him in a panic:
"Thank you sir! Thank you for saving me!"

"Are you from Longguo?" Lin Xian stopped speaking English and asked directly in Chinese.

The little boy was startled and quickly switched to Chinese:
"Sir, are you...are you...mixed-blood?"

Of course he didn't speak Mandarin, his dialect was very strong and it sounded like the accent of northern Longguo.

But at least it proves that Lin Xian’s guess was correct.

Little Johnny is indeed of Chinese descent.

Lin Xian did not explain the question of mixed blood, but just nodded perfunctorily.

Now, due to the rejection of time and space, his appearance and voice are more like a foreigner, so it is more reasonable for him to assume that he is mixed-race.

"Why did they hit you?"

Lin Xian asked in a voice that did not belong to him.

The little boy patted the dirt off his body and said aggrievedly:

"They...they forced me to steal things! Steal other people's wallets!"

"When I was a child, Longguo was at war, and my parents took me on a boat to flee to the United States... Not long after, they all died. My father was beaten to death, and my mother died of illness. After that, I wandered around the Brooklyn area."

"Those blacks caught me and forced me to steal money for them. Every day when I couldn't steal, or stole too little, they would beat me like they did just now. Many times they beat me until I lost consciousness and passed out."

"But I have no choice. I can't escape from their clutches. I can only... I can only listen to them."

Lin Xian looked at the little boy with blood in his mouth.

He couldn't be more than 14 years old, and was obviously malnourished, even a little hunchbacked. He must have lived a hard life over the years.

His life experience... is pretty much the same as CC's.

"Your name is Little Johnny?"

"Correct!"

The little boy nodded quickly:
"They all call me Little Johnny, sir, you can call me Little Johnny too!"

Lin Xian didn't say much.

He pulled out a dozen hundred-dollar bills from his coat pocket and put them in little Johnny's hand.

Little Johnny's eyes widened:

"Sir! What are you doing..."

"Take it."

Lin Xian straightened up, adjusted his hat, and put the cold pistol back into his pocket:

"If you don't want to continue being beaten, then move to another place, learn a skill, and start a new life."

"In this terrible time, no one can help you; if you want to survive, you must be strong on your own."

Say it.

He turned around and walked away.

Little Johnny still hasn't recovered from the shock...

He looked at the gleaming green bill in his hand and at the direction the mixed-race, blue-eyed man had gone.

Recalling his heroic appearance just now, he scared away those invincible blacks with just a few shots. He was strong and gentlemanly, calm and elegant!
"This is... a truly amazing person!"

Little Johnny adored the departing figure.

Bite your lips.

Running to catch up!

(End of this chapter)