Genius Club

Chapter 348: Chapter 35 Einstein’s Cipher Chapter 348: Chapter 35 Einstein’s Cipher Albert Einstein.

Lin Xian pinched the warm key from his clothes, turning it in his hand to observe.

When he first heard the address, Lin Xian hadn’t reacted, but as Angelica mentioned it, he recalled the reports about Einstein he had seen before.

The great man had spent his twilight years in Princeton, a time spanning over twenty years, making Princeton his second home.

He lectured regularly at Princeton University, and when he died in 1955, it was in Princeton University Hospital, passing away at the age of 76.

It was widely known that the head of pathology, fascinated by Einstein’s brain, had dissected the thinker’s head without permission and stolen the brain, preserving it in formalin.

To this day, Einstein’s brain tissues are still kept at Princeton University Hospital; over recent decades, scientists have conducted a lot of research on the genius’s brain.

But most of their findings were insignificant.

A once-popular rumor, stating that “Einstein’s brain was only 10% utilized,” originated from these endeavors.

In reality, Einstein’s brain, compared to a normal human brain, had nothing special except for being slightly heavier…

after all, Einstein’s head was indeed larger than the average person’s, which made sense.

Lin Xian remembered more.

In his later years, Einstein was very low-key, having expressed his wishes regarding his own death early on.

He told his children that they should not hold any memorial events after his passing, no funerals, just cremate him, and scatter the ashes somewhere discreetly.

He specifically instructed that the location where his ashes were spread should be kept secret from the world; he worried future generations would treat that place as a shrine, visiting and making pilgrimages.

Einstein didn’t seem to be a man who enjoyed attention, only wishing to depart from this world quietly.

Einstein’s children also complied with his wishes, organizing no memorials for him.

And his ashes were scattered in an unknown location…

to this day, no one knows where Einstein’s ashes were dispersed.

The same was true for Einstein’s former residence in Princeton.

He wrote to Princeton University, requesting that his house not be turned into a museum, nor a tourist attraction; it should just enter the market as a regular piece of real estate.

Princeton University respected Einstein’s wishes.

In the decades that followed, many people lived in this old house once inhabited by Einstein, which had no special significance.

Lin Xian didn’t understand why Ji Lin would buy this house.

Nor did he comprehend what was so special about this run-down house, compared to Ji Lin’s inherited assets worth hundreds of millions of US dollars.

“Is this the only key?”

Lin Xian looked at Angelica:

“Nothing else?”

Angelica shook her head:

“Up until Ji Lin’s death, actually, Ji Lin and I were in regular contact.

We grew up in the same orphanage, and later, we were both taken in by the old man.

I am several years older than Ji Lin, and in those few years at the orphanage, it was mostly me holding him as he grew up.”

“Afterward, when the old man took us in, we parted ways soon after.

He sent me to Hollywood to debut as a child star and begin my career in the film industry, while Ji Lin stayed by his side, raised and cared for by his niece…

who later became Xu Yun’s wife.”

“Ji Lin and I had a decent relationship, but we didn’t see each other much throughout the year, just emailing and chatting online from time to time.

Recently, Ji Lin told me he had made a good friend, the first in his life.”

“I was quite surprised.

Such an awkward kid, he actually made a friend?

Ji Lin did mention some things about you, but not much, just that having a friend felt nice; I don’t know much else.”

“His departure was sudden, without any warning.

I don’t know what he was thinking or what happened.

But I can roughly guess…

it probably had to do with something he and the old man had been doing covertly for so long.”

As Angelica spoke, she looked somewhat forlorn.

Lin Xian looked at her:

“Their deaths, do they make you sad?”

“A little, I guess.”

Angelica nodded:

“But…

actually, I think they must have been psychologically prepared for death, not only them, I felt the same.”

She shifted her position, uncrossing her legs, and turned to look out the window of the speeding van:

“I was born in a war-torn region where fighting happened day and night, with relatives and friends dying every day.

On the day the old man found me, I was lying among charred bodies, they were my family, my parents, my brothers and sisters.”

“Since that time, or perhaps even earlier, death wasn’t something we children from war-torn areas couldn’t accept.@@novelbin@@

We had grown numb to it, accustomed to it.

So you do not need to be so wary of me, I have no intention of seeking revenge; I’ve been familiar with death since I was young and knew they would meet such an end one day.”

“However, Ji Lin was different.

He had always been looking for the murderer of his parents, but he never suspected the old man, and I believe that too.

Ji Lin often outsmarted the old man; if it were really the old man who killed them, Ji Lin would have figured it out long ago.”