Genius Club-Chapter 567 - 12: The Three Laws of Millennium Stakes (Additional update for Alliance Leader Guangying Bingyan.kp!!)_3
Moreover...
The name ’Millennium Stakes’ itself wasn’t originally called that; it was a term Huang Que made up.
But made up doesn’t mean randomly or blindly created.
Since Huang Que chose ’Millennium Stakes’ instead of ’Century Stakes’ or ’Decamillennium Stakes,’ there must be special significance to it.
Considering that.
It’s possible that the Millennium Stakes is something that drives a stake every 24 years, for a total of 42 times, spanning a thousand years, effectively locking down 1008 years of history!
But that is also speculation.
Still baseless, just wild guessing for fun, a playful speculation.
...
Lin Xian’s thoughts continued to pivot back to accurate conjectures about the Millennium Stakes.
Aside from the two conjectures above, a third and obviously last conjecture can be drawn:
[In reality, the Millennium Stakes would exist in the form of a human girl, growing up just like any normal girl, born at 00:42, and dissipating at 00:42 on her 20th birthday, completing one cycle of staking. And each Millennium Stake would look exactly the same.]
This is the third conjecture.
Drawn from facts and reasoning, absolutely correct.
But as for who the first Millennium Stake was, who in history was the first girl to bear such a likeness... Lin Xian wasn’t sure, but it definitely wasn’t Chu Anqing.
From this it’s not hard to infer that CC is definitely a Millennium Stake as well.
"I don’t know when CC was born, nor how old she really is."
Lin Xian thought to himself.
If...
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If the date of CC’s birth was August 29, 2604, at 00:42...
Then really, everything would coincidentally align.
My dreams are always destroyed by a white light at exactly August 29, 2624, at 00:42.
So.
Where does this white light come from?
If CC really is a Millennium Stake, shouldn’t she be the one turning into Blue Stardust and disappearing? Why use a white light to obliterate me? To burn the entire world to ash?
This was something Lin Xian didn’t understand.
The main reason was...
He still didn’t know what the white light in his dreams was all about.
He had different theories, and Lin Xian was uncertain which one was correct.
Maybe it wasn’t the world being destroyed, maybe he was being obliterated, or perhaps it was simply the end of a dream or some other reason.
This was another case of ’not seeing the real face of Lushan because I’m in the mountains,’ within the "light cone."
Because I was destroyed by the white light.
So.
I will never know what the world after the white light looks like, what the world outside the white light looks like, what the reason for its occurrence is, or what its purpose is.
Lin Xian, within the "light cone," was destined never to find the answer.
"One step at a time, I suppose."
Lin Xian felt he was thinking too far ahead; his current Fourth Dreamland was still at a standstill.
After dealing with various matters in East Sea City, he intended to see if he could revive VV, and then officially start war with Kevin Walker, beginning a new round of the game of cat and mouse, Catch Me If You Can.
Once Kevin Walker was successfully eliminated.
I, in the Fourth Dreamland, might be able to move freely and be liberated.
At that time, two things must be done.
First, go to Tem Bank 600 years later, open my safety deposit box, take out the note Chu Anqing left for me, and see what’s actually written on it to understand the truth behind the dream.
Second, find a way to locate CC, inquire about her birth time and age, confirm that she is a Millennium Stake, and further clarify the relationship between her and Chu Anqing.
"These are rather long-term plans."
Lin Xian murmured softly to himself.
If only my dream could be extended even by a second...
With just one more second, I could see whether CC turned into Blue Stardust and disappeared.
Suddenly.
Lin Xian was startled.
He slowly widened his eyes.
Could it be...
The coincidental end of my dream...
Was to prevent me from seeing the moment when CC turned into Blue Stardust and disappeared?
This isn’t something that can be pondered in detail.
It’s hard to believe: Why do so many events and so many coincidental times all cluster around 00:42?
The more I think about it, the less real it seems, the more terrifying it becomes when I think about it deeply.
Squeak——
The taxi brakes.
"Let’s go, Lin Xian, we’re at the hotel. Rest up and catch the plane back to East Sea City."
Lin Xian nodded.
He got out of the car with Gao Yang, walked into the hotel, and entered the room.
...
Gao Yang ordered a pile of takeout and gorged on it there.
Lin Xian just grabbed a hamburger and a Coke, sat in the balcony’s armchair to finish them, then resumed his usual posture, half-reclining in the chair with the diary’s lock in hand, tirelessly flicking through the combination dial, trying each password one by one.
After all this effort,
the password seemed within reach.
It made him repeatedly regret... now when cracking someone’s notebook, one must start from 0000, not from 9999 backwards.
It’s really a pitfall.
In his hand, the four-digit combination dial had arrived at 1979.
Lin Xian’s right thumb pressed the clasp.
Click.
It didn’t open.
Almost as a reflex, his thumb pushed the dial up.
The password changed to 1978.
Click.
Still didn’t open.
"I suddenly remembered, Lin Xian!"
Inside, Gao Yang, with a mouthful of food, turned around with cheeks puffed out:
"Since Millennium Stakes are driven every 24 years, that means, before Zhang Yuqian, there was another girl! There was another girl who looked exactly like Chu Anqing."
Click.
The locked diary in Lin Xian’s hands still didn’t open:
"Isn’t that obvious? If you calculate it, the last Millennium Stake would have been driven in 1976."
Lin Xian lowered his head and noticed that the password lock on the diary he was holding, coincidentally, had dialed up to 1976.
He pressed hard on the clasp.
Click.
Still, it didn’t open.
"Heh, let’s see how much longer you can hide."
Lin Xian could hardly suppress a smile now; it’s just a mistake, what’s the big deal? There are less than 2000 combinations left. How much longer can the correct password remain hidden? Even if it’s 0000, it could only remain hidden for a maximum of 2000 more attempts.
He had already endured the extensive duration of this exhaustive cracking attempt, so what’s a mere extra thousand or so?
Lin Xian continued to lean back,
twisting each dial of the lock, continuing his attempts to guess the password.
Click.
Click.
...
Meanwhile, Gao Yang wolfed down the last of his food, finally swallowing the big mouthful, then picked up another:
"Do you think we can find out who the girl who disappeared in 1976 and looked just like Chu Anqing is?"
"Absolutely not, don’t even think about it."
Click.
Click.
Lin Xian kept on trying different combinations for the lock.
The numbers on it continued to decrease.
1961,
1960,
1959,
...
"1976 is too far back. You have to realize, China only started implementing the first-generation ID card system in 1984. Though it might not be appropriate to say, the only things that could prove a person’s existence back then were the rough household registration books, and of course, those didn’t have photos... So you definitely won’t find Chu Anqing from 1976."
Click.
Click.
Gao Yang sighed, wiping his mouth with a napkin:
"Then tell me, when will Millennium Stakes come to an end? Even if they are really supposed to be driven for 1000 years, there has to be a beginning, a first stake, right?"
"1976... if we go back 24 years... that’s... 1952!"
1952?
Lin Xian blinked, this date oddly familiar.
Wasn’t that...
the year when realist painter Henry Dawson was painting a portrait of Einstein in Brooklyn and created "Sorrowful Einstein"?
He looked down.
On Zhang Yuqian’s password-locked diary, the combination dials had just lined up to form the password 1952.
Lin Xian hesitated for a moment.
His thumb pressed down—
Click.
A crisp sound.
The diary’s lock, sealed for 24 years...
opened at the press of a button!
