Genius Club

Chapter 350: Chapter 36: Never Seeing Each Other in This Life Chapter 350: Chapter 36: Never Seeing Each Other in This Life In the wind.

Angelica walked away.

Her slender and tall figure disappeared into the courtyard of the Peninsula Hotel, the breeze of July sweeping her hair-scented air into the car, and Lin Xian smelled a scent of “bait.”

Seeing Angelica’s final triumphant smile, it was apparent her goal had been achieved.

She successfully piqued Lin Xian’s interest.

Lin Xian was also well aware that Angelica was very eager to know the truth about Ji Lin’s death, as well as to learn more about the Genius Club.

That’s why she kept probing him, intermittently throwing out pieces of information, until he showed enough interest…

and then she abruptly stopped.

“Quite the fisherwoman.”

Lin Xian picked up the business card in his hand, which had a standard Mi Country phone number on it; the first three digits were the area code, followed by a seven-digit phone number, in the same format as a landline.

This woman was sure that he would go to the former home of Einstein in Princeton to see the painting that Ji Lin had left for him.

“The Sorrowful Einstein.”

Lin Xian wasn’t sure if what Angelica had said was true or false, but he figured that with both Ji Lin and Ji Xinshui dead, there was really no need for her to lie anymore.

“[Could the code hidden in that painting…

or rather, the different codes hidden in those eight identical paintings, be the keys to the Genius Club?]”

Lin Xian felt it was highly possible.

For Ji Lin, he too wanted to find out who had murdered his parents, and in his deductions, the existence that best fit the profile of the murderer was the mysterious Genius Club.

“Regardless, I do need to find an opportunity to go to 112 Marshal Street to see that painting in that house…

but not now; it’s still too dangerous now.”

Without sufficient strength and protection, Lin Xian certainly wasn’t willing to leave the country rashly.

The unknown was the greatest danger.

Beep beep—

The Alfa Romeo’s electric gate closed, and the driver took Lin Xian in the direction of home.

You have to eat your meal one bite at a time.

Things in Princeton could be put on hold for the moment.

The urgent task at hand was to transcribe VV’s code in its entirety, and then copy some Cold Fusion Technology data…

to finalize the rental of the Guizhou Sky Eye as soon as possible.

…

Over the next two months, Lin Xian found himself back in his senior year of high school, reliving the addiction of studying intensively, day and night.

At night, in his dreams, he would activate VV quickly as usual, and then tell VV how far he got with the code transcription the last time and that this time he needed to display the next line on the blackboard.

Naturally, the most critical step couldn’t be omitted.

“VV, take your drugs!”

With his memory drastically enhanced, Lin Xian’s nightly recollection of the code increased day by day.

On the one hand, he had figured out the optimal dose of the drugs, finding the perfect balance between endurance and explosive power—

Enhancing memory efficiency as much as possible while trying to delay brain death.

“Sharp tools make good work,” that’s the idea.

On the other hand, as he memorized more and more code, Lin Xian’s understanding of the logic behind it also improved.

Many things were becoming clearer, creating a sense of pattern, which naturally improved his efficiency quite a bit.

Moreover, Lin Xian was also busy during the day.

He bought many related books and watched many courses online, which improved his programming skills significantly.

Gradually, he moved from rote memorization to understanding and associative memory, which further increased his efficiency in memorizing the code.

Combining various approaches…

In mid-August, at the hottest point of the year, Lin Xian sat at his desk typing furiously, sweat pouring down his brow; he took a moment to grab the remote and lower the air conditioner’s temperature several degrees.

Today in Donghai City, temperatures were approaching 40 degrees, and even the air conditioning seemed to struggle with the heat.

He recalled the first time he realized that his dreams were set 600 years in the future—it was still the cold winter, and on nights when he forgot to close the windows, he’d wake up sneezing from the cold.

Back then, transitioning from the cold into the dream world often gave him a sense of experiencing both extremes of temperature.

But now, the temperatures in reality and the Dream World had leveled; both were equally sweltering.

Whether it was the real world transitioning from winter to summer or the Dream World stuck in an endless loop of the same day.

It was an endless August.

An August that would never pass.

“OK.”

Click!

Lin Xian hit the final Enter key, let out a breath of relief, and looked at the fruits of his two months of labor on the laptop—

A whopping 130,000 lines of code.

He had transcribed it all!

What had seemed like an impossible feat turned out to be attainable, for there’s nothing difficult for those who are willing—indeed, he had managed to do it!

In the code editor on the screen, the cursor was still blinking.

The program was incomplete.

“[Just 10 more lines of code, and the super artificial intelligence VV could be launched in 2023.]”

This was the leeway Lin Xian left in the Temporal Flux.

From previous experiences, Temporal Flux required an irreversible anchor point; so far, that anchor point wasn’t catastrophic enough, hence naturally, no Temporal Flux had been triggered.

“Now that VV’s code is complete, it’s time to proceed to the next step.”

“Starting tomorrow, I’ll begin to transcribe the Cold Fusion Technology data.”

Lin Xian had also inquired of VV before.

Compared to those 130,000 lines of code, the Cold Fusion Technology data would be much easier to memorize.