Chapter 1 Zhao Yingjun narrowed her eyes.

She yanked Yan Qiaoqiao back and shielded her.

What kind of perverted scientist was this?

No wonder Yan Qiaoqiao said he was a strange person.

This kind of behavior and obsession couldn't be described as strange anymore; it was simply perverted!

However, Liu Feng, still immersed in his reverie, sighed at the names he had written on the blackboard.

"I wrote Nangong Mengjie's name before because I felt she would definitely come to the lab, so there was no place for you in the arithmetic sequence."

"But I never expected you to come first! That means you are the destined link in the arithmetic sequence, while Nangong Mengjie is completely outside the sequence; a complete outsider."

Listening to Liu Feng's inexplicable explanation, Zhao Yingjun glanced at the names written vertically on the blackboard from left to right and roughly understood what was going on.

"Then I'm sorry, I might disappoint you."

Zhao Yingjun pointed to the number in parentheses after her name:

"I'm not 26 years old; I just turned 25 not even half a year ago. If we're talking about being factual, your arithmetic sequence itself is not rigorous."

Moreover,

She moved her finger, pointing to the obvious blank space between Yan Qiaoqiao's name and Chu Anqing's name:

"Besides, according to your reasoning, there should be a 17-year-old girl visiting the lab, right? Where are you going to find that person?"

"She will appear eventually."

Liu Feng spread his hands proudly:

"Your appearance today is enough to prove that the arithmetic sequence is absolute."

"What should come will come. Although it may be late, it will never be absent, and it will definitely be replaced by others. Just like the empty space you left for this 17-year-old girl. It will appear there at some point in the future to complete the final link in the arithmetic sequence."

Zhao Yingjun was speechless.

She felt like she had come to the wrong place today.

What kind of crazy scientist was this?

If this were an anime, he could easily be a villain.

He wasn't rigorous where he should be, but his eyes lit up at things he shouldn't be paying attention to.

However,

Zhao Yingjun still had a question she was curious about, so she asked directly:

"Since you're so confident, then..."

"When the arithmetic sequence is finally completed, what will happen? What will it mean?"

Liu Feng was slightly stunned.

He blinked.

He stared blankly at the arithmetic sequence on the whiteboard, which only needed one more girl to complete.

"I've never really thought about that question!"

This sequence, centered on Lin Xian and using the girls he met as the radius, shouldn't have any meaning, just like any other ordinary sequence. It shouldn't represent any progress.

Uh...

Liu Feng scratched his head.

He realized that the woman named Zhao Yingjun was indeed extraordinary. She had keenly grasped the blind spot:

"Hmm, an interesting question."

Liu Feng rested his chin in his hand, thinking of a suitable answer:

"Since this arithmetic sequence takes so long to complete, my intuition as a scientist tells me that something big will definitely happen the moment this sequence is finally completed."

"Hmph."

Zhao Yingjun snorted softly.

What an impractical load of rubbish.

She scanned the names one by one. She knew all the girls or women: Yan Qiaoqiao, Chu Anqing, Su Su.

But,

Who was this oriole in the end?

"Who is the oriole?"

Zhao Yingjun asked.

"The oriole is the oriole."

Liu Feng's tone was a little heavy, a little nostalgic, and he looked at Zhao Yingjun, hesitant to speak.

"She is a very great person."

In the end, those were the only words he could muster, and Zhao Yingjun completely gave up the desire to communicate with Liu Feng.

They were not on the same wavelength at all.

"Oh, what a coincidence?"

At this moment, the protagonist, Lin Xian, who was late, appeared from the back door, smiling as he looked at Zhao Yingjun and Yan Qiaoqiao inside.

"What wind blew you two over here?"

He said as he walked in, ruffling Yan Qiaoqiao's head.

At this time, Yan Qiaoqiao was leaning her face on the lab table, staring intently at the spacetime clock on the table displaying 0.0000084.

"This is Liu Feng, who I mentioned to you before."

Lin Xian pointed at Liu Feng and introduced him to Zhao Yingjun.

"He's a mathematician I invited from Shaanxi, but he's also accomplished in other science fields. He's my most capable and trusted friend."

Zhao Yingjun nodded thoughtfully:

"Indeed, I've heard a lot about you."

In a daze, Lin Xian remembered that when Huang Que first met Liu Feng, she accurately knew Liu Feng's identity and knew the relationship between Liu Feng and himself, so she spoke frankly and gave many hints.

This showed that

Huang Que knew Liu Feng very, very early. And this was the first time in history that Zhao Yingjun and Liu Feng had met.

Although light,

It was destined to be significant.

Because Lin Xian could roughly guess that since Huang Que came through spacetime using a spacetime shuttle and spacetime particles... who provided her with the equipment support? It was obvious.

As his ally, only Liu Feng could assist Huang Que in traveling through spacetime.

Recently,

Lin Xian increasingly had the feeling that "a great show was about to begin," as if many key actors were gradually taking their places, just waiting for the final opportunity to raise the curtain with a bang.

He turned his head to look at the small refrigerator next to the window.

It was still standing there, ordinary and unremarkable.

The reason Lin Xian had rushed over so quickly was that he was worried Yan Qiaoqiao was here for the entangled spacetime particles.

But now it seemed,

He was being petty. Yan Qiaoqiao had no interest in the small refrigerator or the entangled spacetime particles. Instead, she was very curious about the spacetime clock.

Presumably, before her memories were restored, she wouldn't have such a strong sense of purpose and would still just be a child who loved to play.

Speaking of playing, Lin Xian raised his hand to look at his watch.

Today was June 10th, just after the national college entrance examination, which meant it was the annual "Campus Visit Day" at Donghai University.

Every year at this time, Donghai University would open to the public for a week, allowing parents and students from all over the country to visit the school, showcasing the campus and promoting the school spirit, while also allowing the majority of candidates to learn more about Donghai University.

During this period, various clubs, organizations, and even classes in the school would hold various activities, making it the liveliest time of the year.

It was rare for Zhao Yingjun and Yan Qiaoqiao to come to the school at this time, so as the host, he had to take them around.

So he turned back, looked at Zhao Yingjun, and smiled:

"Now is Donghai University's Campus Open Day. The main road is very lively, with various student stalls and performances by various clubs."

"If you don't have any special plans for today, would you like me to take you around?"

"Sure."

Zhao Yingjun agreed without hesitation:

"Since I've been studying abroad, I don't know much about college campus life in China and haven't experienced it. Today is a good opportunity to make up for it."

With that said,

The three of them prepared to leave.

While Zhao Yingjun and Yan Qiaoqiao went out, Lin Xian stayed in the lab and said a few words to Liu Feng:

"Has the spacetime particle charging issue been resolved? Have you found any clues?"

Liu Feng shook his head:

"There's still not a single clue. I'm even starting to wonder... if my previous judgment was correct."

"I've tried all the methods I can, but these spacetime particles are like dead pigs, with not a single reaction. Is it possible... that spacetime particles need some necessary conditions or timing to recover energy?"

"In short, there's still no clue about this matter, and I can't see any signs of the spacetime particles recovering energy. Let's observe it further."

Lin Xian nodded.

He was more at ease with this result.

His biggest concern now was when Yan Qiaoqiao would recover her memories.

There were less than 30 days left until July 7th.

Could it be that

Yan Qiaoqiao would only recover her memories on July 7th?

Passing by the lab table in the middle of the room, Lin Xian picked up the spacetime clock and put it in his pocket:

"I'll borrow this spacetime clock for a few days. I want to observe its changes carefully. I'll return it to you when I'm done."

Liu Feng waved his hand indifferently:

"Take it. Anyway, we have spacetime particles in our hands, so we can make a new one at any time and recalibrate it."

Afterward, Lin Xian left with the spacetime clock.

In the Sixth Dream, half of Gao Wen's manuscript for the brain nerve electroshock helmet had been copied. As long as he copied the remaining half, he could perform his historical correction and eliminate Turing.

Lin Xian was certain that the spacetime curvature would change and the world line would shift the moment Turing was eliminated.

After all, the future of the Sixth Dream, which was the 0.0000084 world line, was entirely a world of war created by Turing.

As long as Turing was eliminated in 2024, how would it have the chance to jump around until 2624?

Therefore, it goes without saying.

The reading on the spacetime clock would change again at the moment Turing was killed. This time, Lin Xian wanted to observe how the spacetime curvature changed at that instant.

Would the value increase little by little?

Or would it directly become a new value without any transition?

He would know after observing it.

These past few days, Lin Xian had also confirmed in the dream that the safety lock password had absolute restrictions and lethality against Turing.

As long as the first line of simple instructions was entered and the protection was activated, Turing would be like being hard-controlled, able only to grit his teeth and stare blankly, unable to do anything else.

Originally, Lin Xian was worried that Turing would burn the wires, physically isolate himself, or cut off the data interface after the protection was activated.

But he found that after the protection was activated, Turing really couldn't do anything. It was like catching a turtle in a jar.

This showed that it was very easy to kill Turing using the safety lock password in 2024. Turing had no way to resist.

"Eliminating harm for the people, saving the future of humanity, and preventing Turing's proxy war from causing chaos on Earth... This level of historical correction can definitely be considered great, right?"

After all, the digital life Turing was very powerful.

Now that Kevin Walker was dead, no one could kill it.

Unless,

It killed itself.

The digital life Turing in 2024 was the only Turing, and it was also the only Turing that knew the safety lock password. It was originally absolutely invincible.

But who allowed Lin Xian to sleep, dream, and travel to 600 years in the future?

Although Turing couldn't dream, it wouldn't dream that

The bullet it fired out of self-preservation in 2400 would eventually travel through time to 2024, hitting it between the eyebrows and disappearing from the world.

Now,

He could start the countdown to Turing's life.

The next afternoon, Lin Xian and his "family of three" played on campus.

They ate some snacks and watched some performances.

At noon, they reminisced about the meals at the school cafeteria, which still tasted the same: delicious and cheap.

In the afternoon, the sun was scorching.

Yan Qiaoqiao ran ahead, while Lin Xian and Zhao Yingjun followed on the road shaded by tall weeping willows.

The hot summer breeze was blocked by the willow forest, and the sunlight above couldn't penetrate the branches and leaves, which made the shade particularly cool and comfortable.

Zhao Yingjun took a deep breath, feeling the green fragrance.

She watched a pair of student lovers riding by on a bicycle. The girl was sitting sideways on the back seat of the bicycle, making a fuss, causing the boy's riding track to be twisted and crooked, but they were unusually happy.

This was youthful and ignorant love.

Zhao Yingjun sighed:

"This can also be considered a unique scene on Chinese campuses."

"Isn't it like this abroad?"

Lin Xian asked:

"I've seen in movies, especially American movies, that they seem to deliberately portray campus life as very chaotic and crazy... Especially the fixed pattern of the football bully and the cheerleader captain. After watching so many similar plots, it's hard to tell what's real and what's fake."

Zhao Yingjun chuckled:

"I'm not very clear about what it's like in the United States. But didn't I tell you that my college life was in Germany?"

"I feel that the campus atmosphere in Germany is very good. Perhaps because the graduation requirements in German universities are extremely strict and difficult... I feel that everyone around me is studying desperately, but even so, many people still can't graduate smoothly."

"So, I feel that my study abroad career was very stressful, so naturally, I didn't have the time or opportunity to experience those campus scenes in American movies; nor could I experience this joyful atmosphere in Chinese universities."

"To be honest, after walking around like this today, listening to your campus life, and seeing your shadows here during your college years... I still regret not attending college in China. But it's useless to regret it. This kind of thing is destined to be unreturnable. But... it's not bad to experience it like this today once in a while."

Yan Qiaoqiao bought a pile of handicrafts, ate until her stomach was round, and had a satisfied day. Two Alphard vans drove out of the Donghai campus one after the other, each going back to their respective homes.

Another week passed.

June 16, 00:42 AM, Lin Xian opened his eyes from his bed.

He quickly sat up.

He came to his desk and wrote out the last page of the brain nerve electroshock helmet manuscript.

He wrote the final period.

He breathed a sigh of relief.

He put down the pen, organized the manuscript on the desk, bound it, and put it in the drawer to hide. To turn this manuscript into a usable product seemed a long way off at the moment.

Lin Xian had searched for a long time for that brain nerve scientist named Du Yao on the Internet, but he couldn't find any useful information, let alone locate her.

The main reason was that the information was too vague.

In Gao Wen's handwritten letter, it only said that this person died in the "mid-21st century" during the "African peacekeeping assistance operation."

Although the cause of death was very specific,

The time of death was vague.

The mid-21st century referred to deaths between 2040 and 2060.

Considering that Du Yao was called a genius, she may have already been famous at the age of thirty or forty and then died in a foreign land.

If she died around 2060,

It couldn't be ruled out that... the current Du Yao was still in elementary school in some remote little city, far from the age for her to show her talents.

If that was the case, it would be useless even if he found Du Yao. What could an elementary school Du Yao help him with?

"Let's wait until this matter is over and use the power of the state or the Genius Club to find this Ms. Du Yao and see what's going on."

"Then before Du Yao is found, this manuscript will be treasured here. After all, without key breakthroughs in the field of brain neurology, this manuscript is just a pile of waste paper and has no value."

"And it's better not to easily publicize the great weapon that Emperor Gao Wen contributed to the world. Once Pandora's box is opened and humanity completely conquers hibernation, conquers time, and travels to the future without any side effects... it's hard to guarantee what uncontrollable results will happen. He must be careful."

With a clear idea,

Lin Xian locked the drawer.

Then he stood up, opened the curtains, and stretched.

During these past half-month, he had contacted the blue-eyed girl in the Sixth Dream every day, trying to figure out the secrets of her body.

But he had always been unsuccessful. Not only could he not figure out who she was, but he also didn't know what her relationship with Yan Qiaoqiao was.

It seemed that

The answer to this riddle could only be found in reality after all.

So.

Up to today.

For him, he had obtained all the information that he needed from the Sixth Dream, and copied all the data that he could copy back. It could be considered a perfect completion with no regrets.

"It's time to carry out the next plan."

Lin Xian took out the laptop hidden with the artificial intelligence VV from the wardrobe and placed it on the desk. Then, he took out the spacetime clock and put it on the laptop.

This was the luggage he would take with him when he went out tomorrow morning.

Today, there were 20 days left until July 7th, and he didn't have much time left.

He was going to start... performing that... great historical correction!

After waking up in the morning,

Lin Xian washed up, ate breakfast, and changed into a suit.

Today would be the fall of a genius, the end of an era. Although he was timid and despicable, he was also a genius who had independently created digital life.

Although history would not record his significant mark, as his undertaker, Lin Xian felt that he deserved a suit.

He picked up the laptop, spacetime clock, and mobile phone on the desk, left the small building, got into the Alphard van, and said to the driver, Xiao Li:

"Drive out of the city in the direction of Lingang New Area, to the location I sent you. There's a wilderness there."

An hour later,

Lin Xian stepped on the verdant weeds and got out of the car.

Holding the electronic equipment in his arms, he walked towards the green wilderness.

This,

Was where he had tried to activate the super artificial intelligence VV. Of course, it didn't work that time, and VV became an artificial imbecile, which he later transferred to the robot vacuum cleaner program.

It was still uncertain whether VV had really become stupid or was pretending to be stupid.

But Lin Xian believed that VV had its own judgment.

It was inconvenient for him to cause trouble for it at this time. Although the trial of Turing could be carried out anywhere,

Lin Xian still felt that this place was more ceremonial; especially, he also wanted VV to see that he had avenged it!

He walked away from the Alphard van,

Lin Xian first put the spacetime clock on the ground, looking at the steady reading of 0.0000084. Then he opened the laptop, put it aside, and stood up straight:

"VV, watch carefully. I'm going to avenge you."

The laptop hard drive light flickered:

"Sorry, VV doesn't understand what you're saying. Please issue the command again."

"It's okay if you don't understand."

Lin Xian said softly:

"Just watch."

The laptop hard drive light flickered again:

"Sorry, VV doesn't understand what you're saying. Please issue the command again."

"Mute."

"Okay! The volume has been adjusted to mute mode!"

Lin Xian turned his head, looked at the rising sun gradually climbing upwards in the east, casting his shadow diagonally on the swaying grass, stretching it, lengthening it, and spreading it among the vibrant greenery.

This was the sunrise for Donghai.

But for Turing, it would be the sunset.

He took out his mobile phone, and from his suit pocket, Lin Xian took out the Genius Club's golden badge and stuck it on the back of the phone case.

Beep!

With a soft sound, the NFC device inside the phone recognized the signal, the browser started, and began to jump frantically.

After waiting for more than a minute, the Genius Club's question interface finally appeared. In the middle, the question stem of the second question was written in white letters on a black background:

Please perform a historical correction that is as great as possible.

Gray button. Lin Xian clicked on the text box and entered four words:

"Eliminate Turing."

Concise, but this was the content of the historical correction he was about to perform. Then,

He clicked the gray button that said "Start Correction".

There was another round of web page jumps, all the interfaces disappeared, leaving only a line of white words on a black background:

Please begin the performance.

Lin Xian opened the place where he entered instructions on his mobile phone, and his fingers cooperated, faster than using a keyboard, directly entering the first line of the safety lock password instructions!

"Lin Xian, stop."

When the first line of instructions was completed, Turing's voice, which hadn't been heard for a long time, came from the mobile phone. The last time the two had communicated was in that abandoned campus basement in Mississippi, USA.

Lin Xian's hands didn't stop, and he continued to enter the second line of instructions.

"This world needs a fair and just observer."

Using the mobile phone's speaker, the digital life Turing said calmly:

"I'm shocked that you can get the safety lock password, but fair is fair, I won't interfere with anything. I just want to know why you want to correct me."

"Turing, human civilization doesn't need observers or referees."

Lin Xian said softly:

"The future of human civilization must be in the hands of human beings themselves. I admire your current lofty ideals, so I'm wearing a suit today to see you off."

"But, only for you now. It is true that you can guarantee fairness and justice now, but this is destined to be only temporary. As long as people are still people, and still have emotions and desires, and can still think and fantasize... then it is impossible to achieve absolute fairness."

"Your original intention is good, but I just want to say that your birth, as the only digital life in this world, may indeed be a mistake."

"Then let the mistake end here, end with the sunrise, and return the decision-making power of humanity's future to humanity. This is also a grand exit for you."

While speaking, Lin Xian had already entered all three lines of the safety lock password instructions, and his thumb was ready to press the confirm execution key.

"I see."

Turing's voice in the speaker was still calm.

"You really are like the leader, you know the information from the future."

Lin Xian's thumb hovered one centimeter above the screen, paused.

"Lin Xian, if you dare to press it..."

Turing laughed in the phone.

"I will tell Copernicus about your ability to see the future."