Genius club

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

…

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

“It’s so beautiful, I’ve never seen so many fireworks!”

“Who is setting off so many fireworks in Brooklyn? This doesn’t seem to be allowed?”

“Maybe some young master wants to please the beauty. Haha, we are lucky to see such beautiful fireworks in Brooklyn!”

November 2, 1952.

This night, it seemed that all the residents of Brooklyn were looking up at the sky, enjoying this fireworks feast, exploding colorful glare in their pupils.

But there was only one person…

He lowered his head.

He turned his back to the sky.

He walked aimlessly on the streets of Brooklyn against the river where the fireworks were set off.

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

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

Perhaps he was the only person in Brooklyn who didn’t look up at the fireworks.

That was the fireworks he prepared for CC.

But the cute girl who loved hot dogs did not realize her dream and did not get to see this amazing fireworks...

The screaming children ran past Lin Xian.

Jumping and skipping.

Happy and excited.

Shouting at the sky.

If CC was still alive;

If CC had not turned into a thousand-year-old pile;

If CC had not turned into blue stardust and dissipated;

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

What a pity.

It was a mistake.

It was just a little bit, just a few hours.

[Fireworks].

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

So far.

Lin Xian has figured it all out.

Zhao Yingjun's guess was right.

[All the dreams of the millennium piles are different fragments of the same story, and this story... is the life of the first generation pile CC. ]

In Zhang Yuqian's video tape, she was suddenly awakened and said the keywords of white light, burning, mushroom cloud, 1952, newspaper, and Einstein.

This dream was the scene of him and CC watching TV in the Empire State Building Hotel on the morning of November 1.

At that time, the TV was playing the picture of the hydrogen bomb explosion, and he and CC were discussing Einstein. The latest issue of the New York Daily was placed on the coffee table.

The mushroom cloud produced by the hydrogen bomb explosion was a great stimulation to CC. Perhaps it was because of the deep memory 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 always believed that creatures like "Blue Eyes Lin Xian" could not exist at all, which seriously violated a series of time and space laws.

But I never expected that...

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

At that time, the first-generation pile CC's whole body became transparent and 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 sky full of fireworks that I have wanted to see since I was a child.

The fireworks show is so close.

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

Perhaps.

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

...

Da.

Da.

Da.

Lin Xian took a lonely step, stepped on the cold road, and continued to move towards the night.

He didn't know where he was.

He didn't know where to go.

He just walked here blindly.

It seems...

Every corner of Brooklyn used to have CC's figure, but now, it is gone without a trace.

The gorgeous fireworks in the sky were still crackling and blooming.

Ten pickup trucks of huge fireworks could not be set off in a short time.

Amid the rumbling sound of the fireworks, Lin Xian continued to think about the problem of the millennium pile.

Just now.

I have figured out the dream puzzle of the millennium pile.

Then came the more confusing confusion...

What can be confirmed now is.

At 12:42 on November 2, 1952, US time, the first millennium pile in human history was driven into the long river of time and space.

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

From the moment the millennium pile was driven, [history was officially locked], and [the laws of time and space took effect].

What followed was the rejection of time and space, which changed his appearance and his eyes became 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, doing the same movements and posing the same posture as Lin Xian, and looking into each other's eyes.

Lin Xian knew that was what 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 to accept that this strange man was himself.

The height and body shape did not change much.

The facial features have been transformed by the Great Demonic Shift of Heaven and Earth, and no original appearance can be seen at all.

Surrounding his azure eyes are deep-set eye sockets; coupled with his high nose bridge and prominent cheekbones, he looks like a Nordic mixed race.

The face shape has become square, and there is a faint slit in the middle of the chin, which is a typical image of a Western man.

Only the black hair and yellow skin retain a trace of Asian characteristics, but overall... no one should think that they are natives of the Dragon Country.

Lin Xian guessed.

It starts with the driving of the first millennium pile.

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

As for whether he will dream about the future world... Lin Xian thinks that it is 80% possible.

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

His mind is very confused now.

Looking at the big picture, we have already clarified many truths about the Millennium Pile:

1. The Millennium Pile is indeed used to lock history. Once history is locked, the corresponding laws of time and space will be triggered, causing time and space rejection.

2. The Millennium Pile is indeed "man-made". Although I 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 Pile, 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 Pile is not CC... but itself.

These three facts are all correct results that have been verified.

But above that.

There are still three questions that remain unanswered——

[1. Who laid the Millennium Pile? What is the purpose of piling? 】

[2. Where do the suddenly appearing space-time particles come from? Why did it appear at this time? 】

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

For the first two questions, I don’t have any thoughts so far.

But the third question...

Obviously.

In the beginning, the space-time particle came towards me.

If he is hit by that space-time particle, he will most likely be the one who disappears into a millennium pile.

"So...it was CC who saved me."

Lin Xian clenched his fists:

"It was CC who blocked the space-time particles for me and became the Millennium Pile in my place."

He stopped.

He raised his head and looked at the bright moon slowly rising in the sky.

This is the closed loop of everything.

Everything is the beginning and the end; it is the cause and the result.

The same goes for traveling back in time to 1952.

Before.

He and Liu Feng discussed the world line model. Simply put, it is the structure of a big tree; a tree trunk can be split into thousands or hundreds of millions of branches... that is one after another with different curvatures of space and time. world line.

There is no doubt about it.

[The time, space and history before November 2, 1952, were just this tree trunk with countless branches. 】

Even if he does not travel back to 1952, it will still not affect the development of time and space in the direction of divergence.

because……

I am just one of the hundreds of millions of tree branches, and I am just one of the billions of forest strings.

In these billions of worlds, if any 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 enough.

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

Detailed inferences can be considered after you learn more about the truth and return to 2234.

But now, Lin Xian has made up his mind.

No matter who laid the thousand-year pile, no matter what the purpose of laying the thousand-year pile was...

He has to figure it all out!

Uproot everything!

Save all the Millennium Pile Girls!

boom……

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

The noise of the surrounding market became clear again, and the sound of fighting came from the alley next to it:

"Little Johnny! You stole so little money today, do you want to be beaten to death?"

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

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

He looked around.

I had no idea where I was walking.

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

It seems that everything is not peaceful in Brooklyn at night, and people are being bullied everywhere.

He took it from his pocket.

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

It was a gift watch that CC bought for herself with 20 US dollars, which she had spent all her money on and was reluctant to spend for so many years.

He was reluctant to wear it, as the watch felt very heavy, something his wrist could not support.

Tomorrow is winter time.

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

This knowledge point... he may never forget it in his lifetime.

beside.

The sound of beatings in the alley grew louder.

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

Normally, Lin Xian would not care about such nosy matters.

But he always thinks of...

CC has been living on the streets a few years ago.

Will anyone bully her?

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

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

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

The little boy had yellow skin and black hair; his English was not very standard, with a very obvious Longguo accent, which sounded very poor.

He should be of Chinese descent.

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

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

The little boy was unable to apologize in his screams, but the perpetrators became more and more excited, completely ignoring his life or death, and kicked him in the head again-

Bang!

A gunshot!

The hat on the head of the black man fell off.

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

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

Bang! Bang!

Two more gunshots were heard, and it was completely unclear whether the man raised his gun and aimed. The hats on the heads of the other two black men flew into the air... and fell to the ground one after another.

The man with the gun raised his head.

His bright blue eyes stared at the three people:

"Get lost."

He said softly, but it was like the whisper of the god 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 rolling and crawling away in disbelief, and turned his head to see 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 didn't speak English anymore, 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, but with a strong dialect, sounding like the northern accent of Dragon Country.

But at least it proved that Lin Xian's guess was correct.

Little Johnny is indeed of Chinese descent.

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

Now, because of the rejection of time and space, he looks and sounds more like a foreigner, but it is more reasonable to assume that he is mixed-blood.

"Why did they beat you?"

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

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

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

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

"Those blacks caught me and forced me to steal money for them to spend. Every day, if I couldn't steal or stole too little, they would beat me like just now. I was beaten unconscious several times."

"But I had no way at all. I couldn't escape from their palms. I could only... I could only listen to them."

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

He was no more than 14 years old, obviously malnourished, and even a little hunched. I must have lived a hard life these years.

His life experience...is similar to CC's.

"Your name is Little Johnny?"

"Yes!"

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 took 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..."

"Take it."

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

"If you don't want to be beaten again, change places, learn a skill, and start a new life."

"In this bad era, no one can help you; if you want to survive, you must become strong yourself."

After that.

He turned around and left.

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

He looked at the glittering green bills in his hand and looked at the direction where the mixed-race blue-eyed man left.

Recalling his heroic appearance just now, he scared away those invincible blacks with a few shots, strong and gentlemanly, calm and elegant!

"This is... a truly amazing person!"

Little Johnny admired the departing figure.

He bit his lip.

He ran after him!