Mirror?

What does that mean?

After saying that, Huang Que walked away with the clacking sound of her high heels, without turning her head.

The sound gradually faded away, disappearing at the corner of the stairs, and everything returned to silence.

Liu Feng was also dumbfounded for a long time, and poked Lin Xian's arm:

"Lin Xian, who is this woman? I feel like I can't understand anything she's saying… It definitely sounds like Chinese, but every time she answers a question, she doesn't answer it directly, and beats around the bush."

"A riddler."

Lin Xian bluntly summarized:

"She's just a pure riddler, the kind that should be beaten to death by Batman."

"Is she always like this?" Liu Feng looked at Lin Xian with sympathetic eyes.

"Well… I'm not sure."

Lin Xian shook his head:

"I've only met her twice, and the total time of these two meetings doesn't exceed 10 minutes."

Liu Feng half-opened his eyes and looked at Lin Xian in disbelief:

"Really? You've only met twice?"

"Yeah, what's so surprising about that?"

"But you… seem very familiar, like you've known each other for a long time." Liu Feng was still a little unconvinced.

He looked at Lin Xian, then at the door frame that Huang Que had just leaned against, and blinked:

"Especially just now, this woman, I think you called her Huang Que? The way she looked at you didn't seem like she had only met you twice. She looked at you with familiarity, like she was looking at…"

Liu Feng scratched his ear, unable to think of a suitable adjective.

"Looking at what?" Lin Xian asked curiously.

"She looked at you like…"

Liu Feng pursed his lips and said what he thought was the most appropriate answer:

"Like looking at a lover."

…

…

…

"Hehe." After a short silence, Lin Xian laughed inexplicably, patted Liu Feng's shoulder:

"Liu Feng, I've always had a stereotype of you, thinking you were a person who wasn't good at words, didn't joke, was rigid and pragmatic, but I didn't expect you to be quite humorous, it really surprised me."

"No, no, no."

Liu Feng waved his hand decisively:

"I'm not joking with you, I'm just being pragmatic, what I said is true."

Lin Xian was not convinced:

"What do you scientists know about these lovey-dovey things?"

"You can't say that, Lin Xian, your stereotype of scientists seems really serious. Don't forget, I've been in love," Liu Feng looked back at Lin Xian:

"Have you been in love?"

"I…"

Lin Xian was momentarily speechless.

He put away his smile:

"I really haven't."

"That's right, you have no experience in this area, and you don't have a girlfriend, so of course you don't understand women."

Liu Feng snorted lightly, and patted Lin Xian's shoulder earnestly like an older brother:

"The way she looks at you can't be wrong, trust me, I can see that kind of look in a woman's eyes, it's definitely the kind of look that can only be revealed when looking at a lover, that kind of sticky and familiar feeling."

"How can you be so sure?" Lin Xian turned his head.

"Because…"

Liu Feng's always rigorous expression became intense:

"That's how Qi Qi looked at me."

Liu Feng paused, his voice full of longing:

"The more her condition worsened and she felt that her days were numbered, the more she looked like that. Wanting to look at me, wanting to see me more, and always looking away, but every time we made eye contact, she would show that kind of smile full of regret and reluctance… just like the way that woman looked at you just now."

"So… how could I be wrong, Lin Xian."

…

Lin Xian didn't speak.

He turned his body and looked at Liu Feng, who was silent and no longer speaking.

At this moment, he believed it.

Because Liu Feng's eyes were also like that.

Very much like Li Qi Qi back then, and very much like Huang Que just now.

Perhaps…

As Liu Feng said.

He doesn't understand women, he doesn't understand love.

But he has experienced love, experienced life and death, experienced the departure of a lover and the powerlessness of longing.

This is more reliable experience than theory.

He doesn't understand.

But it is unforgettable.

Lin Xian also patted Liu Feng on the back:

"Okay, although I really want to agree with you… but the fact is not what you think. You also saw that although she is very beautiful, she is at least in her thirties, and may even be close to forty. It is impossible for me to have any story with a woman of this age. To be honest… I still prefer someone younger."

"Alright, alright, stop talking about these things, you should start working quickly. Although this woman is a riddler, she appears at just the right time every time, and she will never aimlessly shoot arrows. So now I also agree with what you said just now—"

"There may be no problem with the *Shikong Zhong* (Space-Time Clock) that you designed itself. The reason why we can't measure the change in space-time curvature should be, as we guessed just now, that we haven't found a reasonable reference object and haven't really achieved horizontal calibration."

"If you really think that things like space-time curvature and changes in the world line are related to the cosmological constant, then why not start your research from here? Huang Que also said just now that there is no absolute right or wrong in this world. Even if I am your investor, you don't need to consider my layman's advice too much. You have absolute freedom, so just conduct research according to your original ideas."

Liu Feng nodded.

Currently, he doesn't have an accurate direction or clue about the cosmological constant.

He tried so many possibilities and they were all wrong, so now he plans to find the answer from the aspect of space-time curvature.

He decided to give it a try.

He had a hunch that his theory should not be wrong.

Because Qi Qi said…

This world, this universe, is beautiful in itself.

Formulas, laws, and various theories all have a self-consistent and closed-loop beauty.

Although it sounds a bit metaphysical…

But in the field of mathematics, if you intuitively think that a theory is beautiful, then it is likely to be correct. This has been confirmed countless times in academic history. Many extremely beautiful theories are first proposed, and then ways are found to prove them.

Thinking of this.

Liu Feng pointed to the small note left by Huang Que just now:

"That woman just said… if we figure out how to do it, go to…"

On the note…

The two walked forward together, picked up the small note, and opened it.

Seeing what was written on it…

Liu Feng couldn't help but gasp!

It was a place that seemed very simple, but was familiar to all the people of Dragon Country—

Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center!

"This… is this a place we can go to?"

Liu Feng handed the note in his hand to Lin Xian:

"This is not a place open to the public. Don't even think about entering this kind of top-secret national place, even getting close is a problem."

Well…

Lin Xian looked at the delicate handwriting on the note and thought.

Who knows.

Huang Que is extremely mysterious in the first place, and Lin Xian wouldn't be surprised by anything she does.

But from the current point of view, this Huang Que has no malice towards him, and he will choose to trust her for the time being. What's more, with such an important place as the Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center, the country will not allow an outsider like Huang Que to mess around.

Since the country is backing him, even if something really…

What's there to worry about going to Jiuquan to find Huang Que?

"Let's talk about this later."

Lin Xian crumpled the small note and put it in his pocket:

"Currently, I don't see the necessity for our research to go to space… Liu Feng, just pretend this didn't happen, don't let it disturb your thinking, and continue to experiment according to your ideas. Think of a way to calibrate this *Shikong Zhong*, and then we'll see what relationship it has with the cosmological constant after we detect the change in space-time curvature."

However…

Liu Feng didn't seem to react to Lin Xian's persuasion.

Ever since he saw the words on the note, he had been frowning, facing a formidable enemy, thinking hard, and even fine sweat had appeared on his forehead.

"I seem to have some ideas."

Liu Feng looked up and looked at Lin Xian:

"Could it be that this Jiuquan Satellite Launch Center is a hint that the woman named Huang Que gave us? Cosmological constant, cosmological constant! Since it is the cosmological constant, then our vision should be broadened to the universe! Cosmic background radiation… flicker frequency… planetary bands… gravitational waves… dark dimension spectrum…"

Liu Feng suddenly muttered to himself, and began to recite some obscure professional terms.

"I seem to have some inspiration!"

He suddenly looked around, picked up half a chalk on the table, and began to write on the blackboard.

The chalk wrote quickly.

Erased and wrote again, wrote and erased again.

Lin Xian waited for a while… it didn't look like he could get an answer in a short time.

He yawned, waved to Liu Feng, who had already entered the state:

"Then I'll go first. If there's any breakthrough in the research, contact me by phone as soon as possible."

"Okay, okay."

Liu Feng had no time to pay attention to Lin Xian at all, and was still writing furiously on the blackboard, with light in his eyes.

Lin Xian couldn't help but laugh when he saw this scene.

Just now he was not convinced that he had a stereotype of scientists, but now Liu Feng's focused state is simply too stereotypical, 120 out of 100 books are written like this.

But…

This kind of working state is also good.

"I hope Li Qi Qi's wish can be realized soon." Lin Xian muttered to himself in a low voice, then walked out of the laboratory door and closed the steel security door.

Bang.

…

Lin Xian pushed open the glass door of the bathroom and walked to the sink.

He propped his hands on the sink, his eyes staring straight at the huge mirror on the wall, looking at himself in the mirror who was also staring outside.

Liu Feng's confusing problems in research seem to have clues.

But on his side, it is still a fog.

The riddle left by Huang Que at the end, he has to guess, guess, guess again.

The previous cat-and-mouse game was easier to guess, after all, he was already in the game at that time.

And now…

Recalling the last dialogue Huang Que gave himself when she left at noon:

"Look in the mirror more, Lin Xian."

"In the mirror… there is something you want."

Mirror.

Why did it suddenly involve mirrors?

If it weren't for the context, the sentence "look in the mirror more" can be equivalent to scolding people in a civilized way.

Scolding people for being ugly, scolding people for not knowing themselves, scolding people for toads wanting to eat swan meat.

But Huang Que obviously didn't mean that when she said this at this time.

What does the mirror in her mouth… refer to?

Does it refer to ordinary, most common, and ubiquitous mirrors?

Lin Xian looked at himself in the mirror and blinked.

The self in the mirror also blinked.

Turn your head to the left.

The self in the mirror also turned to the left.

Get closer, closer, even if your eyes are close to the mirror…

You can't see anything special.

Lin Xian straightened up and thought of the common settings in many anime works.

"It shouldn't… be so outrageous, right?"

He opened his right hand with five fingers, and stuck his fingers on the mirror in an extremely chuunibyou posture, trying to let his body fall into the other world in the mirror.

…

…

Sure enough, a very stupid idea.

"Hey, I hate riddlers the most."

Lin Xian really couldn't figure out the riddle that Huang Que left him.

Moreover.

She also said that there is something he wants in the mirror.

What does he want?

There are too many things he wants now…

He wants the answers to many questions, wants the truth about the cosmological constant 42, wants to obtain the power to make himself stronger, wants an invitation to the Genius Club, wants to figure out the clues Zhao Yingjun painstakingly hid for him in the dream—

"Wait a minute."

Lin Xian stared at himself in the mirror, and like him, slowly stood up straight.

Zhao Yingjun,

Dream,

Sky City,

The clues hidden for himself.

"Could it be…"

Lin Xian's heart rate accelerated a little, the man in the mirror opened his mouth, staring at him, muttering to himself as if the mute button was pressed:

"Could it be that the things Zhao Yingjun left for me 600 years later…"

"Is in the mirror?"