Genius Club-Chapter 547 - 6: Lies from Twenty Years Ago (Extra Chapter for monthly pass!)
Those who laid the Millennium Stakes...
Could it be the Genius Club?
The first thing Lin Xian thought of was this mysterious organization.
But that’s not very realistic, is it?
The Genius Club is indeed very powerful, but are they really so powerful as to influence time and space to this extent?
Previously, Lin Xian’s estimate of their strength only amounted to influencing history to a degree, like a massive Black Hand hidden within the river of history.
But now.
They couldn’t possibly have the ability to control time and space too, right?
Then what’s the point of anyone else doing anything!
Lin Xian wasn’t sure if his guess was right... As he became increasingly confused and less certain about what the Genius Club actually was, what kind of power they possessed, and what means they employed.
Mysterious.
Too mysterious.
After such a lengthy period of investigation and deeper exploration, Lin Xian felt that he understood the Genius Club less and less.
However, whether the Millennium Stakes, History Lock, and such matters have anything to do with the Genius Club cannot yet be concluded.
As all of this, for the moment, was only at the level of his own speculation.
It was only a sudden whimsical thought as he watched the pile drivers at the construction site.
The actual truth,
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The answer,
Would likely require further verification.
...
Beyond that.
Lin Xian also thought of another coincidence.
[00:42]
This incredibly peculiar time point.
The end time of his dream was 00:42.
The moment Chu Anqing vanished into Blue Stardust was 00:42.
The Seven Sins, Ji Xinshui, and Ji Lin’s murders were also fixed at 00:42.
The official capture time of the Space-Time Particle on the rice cooker also showed 00:42.
In The First Dreamland, the time of Big Face Cat’s father’s death was also 00:42.
In The Second Dreamland, the answer to the cosmic constant calculated by Big Face Cat’s father was also the astonishingly coincidental 42.
Lin Xian never expected.
It had been more than a year since he first encountered the concept of the cosmic constant, and now, after such a roundabout journey, everything had unexpectedly circled back!
Back and forth, to and fro, round and round, every event seemed to revolve around the mysterious number 42!
What kind of magic did this number have?
And what was its relation to the Genius Club, to Space-Time Particles, to the Millennium Stakes, to history, to the universe?
"Ah..."
Lin Xian felt as though he was about to make himself dizzy.
Indeed.
In the end, everything seemed to center around and conclude with the [cosmic constant].
If only the secrets of the cosmic constant could be unraveled, then the truth behind 42 would be known. Knowing the truth of 42, perhaps the mysteries surrounding the Millennium Stakes and the Genius Club would also be swiftly resolved.
"Fortunately, although the energy of the Space-Time Particle was drained, the silver lining is that it could still calibrate Liu Feng’s [Space-Time Clock]. It seems the research on the cosmic constant can officially begin... at least, it’s a first step."
Lin Xian twirled his pen.
After figuring out what happened to Chu Anqing, he would visit Liu Feng at the laboratory of East Sea University to see if there had been any progress in the research on the cosmic constant.
As Lin Xian pondered,
Gao Yang had finished his preparation and, pulling up his trousers, walked over to Lin Xian:
"How about it? What do you think of my guess? Don’t you think it makes a lot of sense? It feels like all these coincidences are related to the time point of 00:42, so it would be logical for the birth times of Chu Anqing and Zhang Yuqian to also be 00:42."
Lin Xian nodded:
"I don’t deny your perspective, it does make more sense, as you say, for the specific time points of birth and death to be 00:42. But... there’s no way to verify that kind of thing."
"Why couldn’t there be?"
Gao Yang rubbed his nose:
"Oh... right. I was going to say, you could call Chu Shanhe or Chu Anqing’s mother and ask them. As parents, they must know the exact time their child was born, isn’t the astrological birth chart based on that?"
"But now... you better not call Chu Shanhe. That doting father probably doesn’t even know that something has happened to Chu Anqing, and you don’t have much time left. Let’s hurry and get to the main task."
"The birth time issue can also be asked from Zhang Yuqian’s elderly parents; otherwise, you could wait and ask Chu Shanhe when he’s more emotionally stable. Anyway, I feel this matter is quite important."
Lin Xian saw that Gao Yang had finally finished fussing and stood up:
"Let’s go."
"Where are we headed?" asked Gao Yang.
Lin Xian opened his mobile WeChat, added the location of the housing complex sent by Director Liu An into the map navigation, showing a green route:
"Shouchuang Xiruidu, to this complex."
...
The taxi door opened, and Lin Xian and Gao Yang got out from the left and right rear doors respectively.
Bang.
The door closed tightly, and the driver accelerated away. Lin Xian and Gao Yang stood on the street, gazing at the high-rise luxury complex before them.
"This must be the Third Ring Road, right? Chaoyang District’s Third Ring Road, this couple is quite wealthy, aren’t the housing prices here at least over a hundred thousand per square meter? Really wealthy, super wealthy!"
Suddenly, Gao Yang stopped talking, turning to give Lin Xian a once-over:
"Wait, maybe they’re not as rich as you, you could easily afford a house here."
"Affording and actually buying are two different concepts."
Lin Xian opened his chat with Director Liu An again to check the address of the elderly couple:
"Think about it, Gao Yang, back in the year 2000 in Qufu, Shandong, a family that owned a car was definitely rich or noble. I’ve met that couple, Zhang Shi and Yan Qin; the man clearly comes from a scholarly family, and the woman... well, she would have been fine under normal circumstances, but after so many years of mental collapse, it’s pitiful..."
