Teng teng.

The old man took two steps back, holding the headgear he had removed.

But then—

"Hehe...hehehehehe!"

He quickly regained his composure, looking at Lin Xian, squinting his eyes, and chuckled dryly:

"Child, it's too late..."

Boom!!!!!!

Boom!!!!!!

Boom!!!!!!

White light suddenly appeared, incinerating everything.

...

...

...

Lin Xian opened his eyes on a luxurious bed.

"How was it?"

VV controlled the electric curtains, and the glaring sunlight shone in.

It was noon in New York, and the sun was just right.

"Pretty awkward. I still have goosebumps. Too chuuni." (affected by delusions of grandeur)

"I'm talking about what the old man said!" VV shouted.

"He said it's too late."

Lin Xian rubbed his eyes and got up from the large bed:

"But that's not important. What's important is, just like you said, the moment I shouted Kevin Walker's name, he was indeed startled. His pupils contracted violently."

"I think... even if this can't prove that he is definitely Kevin Walker, at least it can be determined that he knows the name Kevin Walker. Anyway, the two should have an inseparable relationship."

Earlier, before entering the dream.

VV gave Lin Xian some acting training. It said that to trick information out of the other party, it was necessary to be unexpected and extremely confident.

This way, without psychological preparation, micro-expressions and micro-eye movements would definitely reveal something.

"Moreover, Lin Xian, your advantage is that you can try and fail countless times. When you enter the dream next time, you can still laugh arrogantly and shout another name to see his eye reaction. If it's not as strong as this time, then it can probably be said that he is Kevin Walker."

"In short, like you said, we still have to find Kevin Walker in reality no matter what. After you finish your business in the US, hurry back to China, and I will protect you while accelerating iteration and 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 off the bed and put on his slippers:

"After returning to China, I still have a lot of things to do, the Guizhou Tianyan (Sky Eye), the cosmic constant, the mirror puzzle, and so on... Let's each be busy with our own things then. The ultimate goal of these things is the same. Mastering more power and information is never a bad thing for us."

"I'm going to wash up. After packing 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 historic world-renowned university.

"Did Einstein teach here?"

The question baby Chu Anqing asked.

"Yes."

Lin Xian nodded:

"He spent more than 20 years of his life before his death in Princeton. For various reasons... his life wasn't very happy, but it was generally okay. He was just more depressed inside. This is probably why he rejected all research and job invitations and quietly taught 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 sent to many research institutions."

Lin Xian shook his head:

"But the specifics are not clear."

Not long after.

A total of four black sedans and two escort vehicles in the front and rear stopped one kilometer away from Princeton University

on Mercer Street.

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

112 Mercer Street.

This is where the great man of the century, Albert Einstein, lived in his later years. At the same time, it was also a gift that Ji Lin bought, placed a painting in, and gave to Lin Xian.

The two walked into the neglected courtyard, walked up the steps, and looked at the slightly dilapidated door in front of them.

Lin Xian reached into the inner pocket of his clothes.

He took out a flat key.

This key was given to him by Angelica of the Seven Deadly Sins after the Donghai Commendation Meeting.

Lin Xian could also guess.

Ji Lin had so many inheritances, but only this dilapidated cottage was something Angelica had to personally deliver the key to.

This shows...

This house was more valuable to Ji Lin than all other properties combined.

And the only thing that Ji Lin valued so much was—

The Genius Club.

During this time.

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

It was a real sixth sense.

As he became stronger and encountered more and more things... he could feel that the end point of all the whirlpools rotating was towards the same strange direction, that mysterious black hand hidden in the long river of history for more than 600 years.

Will the answer be found here?

Whether it was Ji Xinshui or Ji Lin, they all wanted to obtain an invitation to the Genius Club.

Not only them.

Even he wanted an invitation.

Huang Que (Oriole) had said.

The easiest way to find the answer to all of this... is to obtain a real Genius Club invitation.

Indeed.

For the present, when he was once again trapped in a confusing vortex and surrounded by mysteries.

A Genius Club invitation was the thing he wanted most!

Kacha.

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

Squeak...

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

The sunlight shone into the house diagonally, projecting a standard rectangle on the ground. Everything outside the light was darkness, and the light was full of dust.

Chu Anqing fanned away the floating dust in front of her face and coughed twice:

"This... cough cough... this dust, it seems that no one has cleaned it for a long time."

Lin Xian nodded.

After Xu Yun died, Ji Lin came to Dragon Country. It had been ten months since then, and Ji Lin definitely hadn't been here in those ten months. Therefore, the dust in this house had been accumulating for more than a year at least. No wonder the wind from opening the door was so choking.

The two walked into the house and instantly felt a sharp drop in temperature.

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

Click.

The dim interior lit up.

Looking left and right.

The two found that there was really nothing in the house, bare walls. If you had to say the only piece of furniture... it was probably the heavy, opaque black curtains that blocked the sunlight so tightly.

"Sounds like Ji Lin's style," Chu Anqing said softly.

The two continued to walk inside.

The first floor was completely empty. Even mice were 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 this house besides the curtains that could be called decoration—

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

*The Sad Einstein*

Lin Xian stared at this painting. It was so eerie no matter when he saw it.

Einstein's lifeless eyes were like black holes in the universe, as if they wanted to pull everything in front of them into an unknown abyss.

Melancholy, sadness, and despair filled the great man's face.

Coldness, depression, and heaviness also weighed on the hearts of every viewer.

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

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 had visited the world-touring oil painting exhibition held at that time together.

The exhibition had displayed this painting.

And Senior Lin Xian had patiently told her about the historical background of this painting—

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

He blamed himself for opening Pandora's box and shrouding the future of the human world in a layer of gray destruction.

"Does humanity... really have a future?"

Einstein often asked himself this question at that time, and died in depression and guilt in this guilt, self-blame and fear.

"It should be real. It is said that Henry Dawson painted more than one *Sad Einstein*, and each one hides different passwords."

Lin Xian said as he turned on the ceiling light in the living room on the second floor and walked closer to the oil painting to check.

He didn't know whether this "it is said" was true or false. In fact, it was just Angelica's opinion.

But Lin Xian also believed that with Ji Lin's strength, if there were 8 genuine paintings of this not-so-famous painting, he could definitely take one down easily. It was just a matter of spending money. He really didn't lack money, and more importantly... he had Ji Xinshui, this world-class chaebol, behind him.

Where is the password hidden?

Lin Xian carefully observed the details of this oil painting and compared it with the painting in the Donghai Exhibition Hall back then... Soon! He really found something different!

"Eyebrows."

Lin Xian said softly.

Raising his finger and pointing to the eyebrow above Einstein's left eye socket on this oil painting:

"I don't remember other places very clearly, but I saw this part of the eyebrow in the left eye socket very clearly at that time. On that *Sad Einstein* oil painting displayed in the Donghai Exhibition Hall, the position of this eyebrow was recessed, and the entire piece of oil paint was recessed."

"At that time, I was very strange. What kind of peculiar painting technique is this? As a fine arts student, my intuition told me that this place should not be painted like this. Using a recessed technique to paint the most dense part of the eyebrow... I thought about it for a long time at that time, and I didn't know what specific clever intention there was."

"However, the master is a master after all, and my little three-legged cat kung fu is definitely not qualified to question Henry Dawson; although he is not considered famous in the field of modern painters, he is also a master in one area after all. There must be a deep meaning in doing this, right? Light and shadow effect? Side three-dimensionality? I don't know, I can only say that I don't understand but feel awesome."

"However, look at this *Sad Einstein* which is also from the hand of Henry Dawson. The left eyebrow here is completely normal."

Lin Xian's finger directly pressed on the hard oil paint, signaling Chu Anqing to come closer to see:

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

Chu Anqing nodded.

She had studied watercolor painting.

Although watercolor and oil painting are different, they still have similarities. Mistakes like recessed eyebrows would never happen under the hands of a master.

What's more, oil paint itself is applied by smearing, and the recessed piece of oil paint can be easily repaired. This is a trivial matter for Henry Dawson, very easy.

"So, Henry Dawson must have done it on purpose at that time."

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

"But this oil painting... Senior Lin Xian, take a look from the side, is the perspective painting method of the nose also a little strange?"

Lin Xian heard the sound and leaned over.

Sure enough.

The bridge of the nose was obviously higher than expected.

If it was just ordinary high, it could be understood as "beautifying" the bridge of the nose, but this kind of high was more like intentionally being a little higher. It was not obvious when looking at the painting from the front, but if you observe it from the side... professionals can see that it is very strange at a glance.

"Is this really a genuine product, Senior Lin Xian? I feel that this kind of mistake doesn't seem like something a master would make."

"No..."

Lin Xian shook his head:

"On the contrary, this is more likely to indicate that it is a genuine product. If this painting is a fake imitation, how could it make such a low-level mistake? The technical level of those fake painters is very high now. Although they don't have creativity, the paintings they copy are really exactly the same and difficult to distinguish between genuine and fake. Unless a professional appraiser comes over, it is generally difficult to see... So, Henry Dawson may make this kind of small mistake, but those studios that make fakes will never make this kind of mistake."

He looked up and down again:

"Perhaps these height differences in subtle details are the password that Henry Dawson left in this oil painting."

Lin Xian had thought of this point as early as when he first heard Angelica talk about oil paintings.

The characteristic of oil paintings is that they are three-dimensional, and their oil paint has height.

These height differences...

Are the best dimension for hiding passwords!

"Ah! So that's how it is!"

Chu Anqing suddenly realized, clapped her hands, and smiled:

"Then I have a good idea! It's a small trick I just learned in school class a while ago, when the teacher taught us to practice light and shadow!"

After saying that.

She ran to the staircase, pressed the light switch.

Click.

The entire second floor darkened, and it was so dark that you couldn't see your fingers. There was no light at all.

"Dang dang dang dang"

Chu Anqing smiled and jumped to the left of the oil painting, took out her mobile phone and pressed it tightly against the wall, and then pressed the flashlight icon to keep the flash on—

Instantly.

Lin Xian gasped.

Because the oil paint was uneven, these straight lines of light would shine from the left and form small shadows of varying lengths on the oil paint canvas, depending on the height of the oil paint.

Varying lengths!

The current Lin Xian clearly saw those shadows of varying lengths, like Morse code, long and short, neatly arranged on the canvas!

Too neat...

Row by row, straight as anything.

It was obvious that it was intentional!

"This is..."

Lin Xian pursed his lips and swallowed:

"Hidden in *The Sad Einstein*... the Einstein code?"

He didn't know what to call this code accurately.

Einstein code?

Or Henry Dawson code?

But what it's called doesn't matter. What matters is... what is the meaning of these codes? Where do they point to?

"This is not Morse code."

Lin Xian analyzed:

"Not only are there only two types of lengths, long and short, but there are several types of shadow lengths, and although the overall is very neat, there are still some artificial inclinations. This kind of code... should not be deciphered in a short time."

"Do we need to find a code-breaking expert?" Chu Anqing asked.

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

Chu Anqing shook her head:

"I don't know any code experts... In other words, I'm really too unfamiliar with this profession. The only code expert I can think of is a movie I watched before called *The Imitation Game*, which tells the story of a historically real code expert."

"He was a hero of World War II. It was he who invented the machine to decipher the German code system and used it to reverse the entire situation of World War II."

Lin Xian turned around:

"Aren't you talking about the father of computer science, the father of artificial intelligence..."

Chu Anqing nodded:

"That's right, it's Alan Turing."

Lin Xian chuckled:

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

"It's just... his later years were also relatively miserable."

Lin Xian walked back to the oil painting, held the frame, and took the entire oil painting off the wall:

"No matter how good Turing is at cracking codes, he is already dead, and we can't find him. So let's take it back to China and ask some domestic code experts for help."

After saying that, Lin Xian and Chu Anqing went downstairs together, put the oil painting in the car, and returned to the hotel where the Dragon Country team was staying to prepare to return to China.

...

Boom——————

The Dragon Country special plane took off, taking off from New York Airport and flying to Dragon Country on the other side of the ocean.

After landing.

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

He had been away for so long during this time, and a lot of things had been squeezed in. After all, he was the president, and many things had to be signed and decided by himself. This process could not be skipped.

Wang Ge (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 my, look, so many, all need you to sign and review."

Lin Xian nodded and began to read the documents:

"Brother Wang, you have really worked hard during this time. You also know that I am a hands-off shopkeeper. Rhine Corporation can operate so well thanks to your efforts."

Wang Ge smiled and waved his hand:

"Why are you being so polite? In fact, I should be the one thanking you. You gave me this opportunity to be the vice president and allowed me to have this platform to display my abilities. I feel a great sense of accomplishment in starting a company from scratch."

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

Lin Xian put the signed document aside and continued to turn to the next document:

"Originally, even if you didn't come to Rhine Corporation to be the vice president, MX Corporation was also preparing to promote you to vice president. You are the vice president wherever you go."

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

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

"MX Corporation already has three vice presidents, and no one has retired. They are not very old. Even if I am promoted to vice president, I will be ranked fourth. What can I manage? I am not talking about power... but I am actually a very ambitious person and want to do something that satisfies me. I value this sense of accomplishment more than wealth and fame."

"So, even if I become the vice president of MX Corporation, it would just be a leisurely job, equivalent to early retirement. With the three vice presidents above me, I can't manage anything and can't make any decisions, and I can hardly do anything."

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

Wang Ge laughed:

"In fact, I had planned a while ago that after I was promoted to vice president, I would semi-retire at MX Corporation and prepare to go out and start a business to fulfill a dream I had since I was a child."

"But I definitely don't have this idea now. Don't worry, Lin Xian, you gave me the opportunity to realize the value of my life. I will definitely work hard for you! I have long abandoned my childhood dream and don't even think about it. Now I just want to run Rhine Corporation well."

Lin Xian signed the document with his head down and asked casually:

"What dream?"

"I want to open a bank!"

Speaking of his dream, Wang Ge was beaming:

"But not an ordinary bank, but a bank that only provides safe deposit box services; and my bank does not serve customers with valuables, but users who use safe deposit boxes for a long time, even centuries! When I was a child, when I watched the Doraemon story about Nobita burying a time capsule, I had already planned it! When I have money in the future, I will open a bank like this that provides time capsules to the world!"

"I'm not afraid of you laughing, I have been thinking about this for many years, and I have even thought of the name of the bank!"

Wang Ge smiled:

"Since it is a bank related to time capsules... time, in English, is 'time', so of course the name is——"

"Time Bank!"