Genius Club.

Chapter 503 Henry Dawson
1952年10月31日，万圣节前夜，晚上20：11分。

The white-gloved driver opened the rear door.

Einstein rubbed his tired temples and looked at his good friend [Henry Dawson] beside him:
"You know, I don't like this kind of occasion... Not to mention that today is Halloween, or a weird masquerade party, which makes me feel... very noisy."

"Oh, my good brother."

Next to him, Henry Dawson, with red and green paint on his face and colored powder in his hair, patted Einstein on the shoulder and laughed:
"Because today is the Halloween party, I brought you along!"

"Do not."

Einstein shook his head:
"To be precise, you dragged me here. I didn't want to go out at all, let alone participate in such a meaningless beast party."

"By the way, Dawson, don't you think your outfit is too weird even for a Halloween costume party?"

"Everyone is wearing strange clothes, masks, or makeup...but what did you do? You painted your face with oil paint, but what on earth did you sprinkle on your head? Chalk powder? This is terrible. When you shake your head, powder falls down like a bag of flour."

"Art! My good brother!"

Henry Dawson shook his head, and the back seat of the car was instantly filled with dust, and colorful chalk dust was thrown everywhere:
"This is postmodern art, rock and roll! Have you heard of it? This is a new form of music that has just emerged. I bet it will be popular all over the world in the future!"

"Cough cough..."

Einstein was choked by the flying chalk dust and quickly held down Henry Dawson's head to prevent him from shaking his head and continuing to spread biological weapons:
"Rock and roll... ahem, does rock and roll require your head to be covered with colored chalk dust? If that's the case, it's really a terrible form of performance."

"Aren't you a realist painter? Why are you crossing over to music?"

“Art is inseparable!”

Henry Dawson looked at this great man of physics and smiled:
"Speaking of which, we have been friends for so many years. I have always said that I want to paint an oil portrait for you, but you always refuse me. I have begged you so many times... You should agree to me this time, right?"

"A great scientist like you must have an art painting passed down to future generations! Although you have all kinds of photos, art paintings are different from photos... We have such a good relationship, you can't leave this opportunity to others! You must let me paint a portrait of you!"

"This way, you will surely be remembered for generations to come, and I, your good brother, will also benefit from your fame and be remembered for generations to come! I can imagine that hundreds of years from now, this oil painting, as your only work in the world, will be sold at a sky-high price! A price higher than that of Van Gogh and Da Vinci!"

Einstein shook his head.

Dust off the chalk on your hands:

"Give up Dawson, I will never agree to you."

"Why?" Henry Dawson began to shake the colorful chalk dust off his head again.

Einstein lowered his head and said in a deep voice:

"[A sinner like me deserves to be infamous for a thousand years, and has no right to be remembered for a hundred years.]"

……

For a while.

The air in the car was somewhat quiet.

The noisy sounds of laughter coming from outside the black vintage car formed a sharp contrast with the sadness inside the car. People's sorrows and joys are not shared.

"Oh. Look, look, my good brother."

Henry Dawson patted Einstein on the back and whispered:
"This is why I forced you to come here to the dance... You can't be depressed like this any longer, or else the negative emotions will overwhelm you, suffocate you, and even drive you to extremes."

"Listen to me, Einstein. You need to relax, indulge, and vent. You need to forget all these negative emotions and unrealistic delusions. This is the only way to cure your inner depression and sadness."

"This is not your fault. I have said it many times. There is nothing wrong with science and art. The fault lies with those who use science and art for crooked purposes."

"Your mass-energy conversion formula can obviously be used in many more ways to change the world, such as power generation, unlimited energy, and super engines... But those warmongers used it to make atomic bombs. If anyone really needs to be held responsible for the fate of mankind, they should be the ones to feel guilty, not you."

Henry Dawson said this, and couldn't help sighing inwardly.

He told the truth.

Today, his good friend Einstein, who was much older than him, really didn't want to go out to enjoy the Halloween atmosphere, so he forcibly pulled Einstein out, stuffed him into the car, and brought him here.

He just couldn't stand it anymore.

Since the end of World War II, Einstein has been trapped in a dead end of self-blame and regret, like an ant going around in circles, unable to get out, getting deeper and deeper, almost crushing his spirit.

Some time ago, Einstein started taking sleeping pills and psychiatric drugs. His physical condition became worse and worse, and he lost more than ten pounds... This is not a good thing for a man in his 70s.

The doctors were worried, friends were worried, family members were worried, everyone was worried about Einstein's physical and mental condition.

None of them wanted to see this great man of the century fall.

Henry Dawson believes that necessary socializing and partying are very important.

Just as artists run out of creativity and writers are stuck in writing, they always like to do something crazy and unrestrained to vent their emotions... and it turns out that this really works.

A night of wonderful love, a crazy party, a passionate dance, or even a heart-wrenching roar can all relax the heart more than gentle words of comfort.

"Don't think too much, brother."

Henry Dawson pushes Einstein out:

"Get out of the car, trust me, enjoy this crazy masquerade, it will definitely put you in a better mood."

Einstein was still reluctant to get off the car.

Without moving:

"Dawson, you are dressed up as a clown with face paint, but what about me? I am wearing normal clothes, not even a hat, and I am going to the masquerade ball without any cover-up?"

"I don't want to say this... but most people in the United States know me and who I am. Even though I'm not a star, my appearance here will definitely cause a commotion."

Henry Dawson listened.

Shaking his head and laughing, he then spread his powder around like a moth:
"Hahahahaha, this is my genius! Think about it again, where is this place? This is a masquerade party! Who would attend with their real face?"

"Look outside, there are werewolves, demons, Batman, ghosts, zombies... everything! Everyone is dressing up freely. Tonight is Halloween Eve, you can be anyone! But it definitely won't be yourself!"

"So, do you understand? Because you are a world-class celebrity, if you attend the masquerade party today with your original appearance--"

"No one will think you are the real Einstein. They will just think you are deliberately wearing Einstein's makeup, like wearing an Einstein mask!"

“Counterintuitive thinking,” Einstein summed it up succinctly.

"Yeah."

Henry Dawson nodded frantically, the chalk dust already choking his eyes:

"That's what I mean, brother!"

"Enjoy this hard-earned night. Only tonight, no one will crowd around you and ask you for autographs. Everyone will just treat you as an admirer and imitator of Einstein!"

"Hurry, hurry, I can't wait to dance with my beautiful little sister! What a wonderful night!"

finally.

Einstein was still convinced by Henry Dawson.

He sighed, moved to get out of the car, and muttered:
"Which woman would be willing to dance with a feather duster used to clean the blackboard? I hope she doesn't have a dust allergy, cough cough... cough cough..."

Einstein couldn't stand being choked any more, so he stepped out of the car and breathed in some fresh air.

I don’t know whether Dawson really wanted to create modern art for future generations or he deliberately got himself kicked out of the car by a pile of chalk dust…but in any case, he succeeded.

When Einstein got out of the cold car, he pulled his coat tightly around him and looked out into the distance on the street.

Manhattan.

He hated this city.

It's not because of any particular geographical reason, but simply because of... the Manhattan Project.

He knew this was a bit extreme.

But he hated and regretted everything related to the atomic bomb.

Not to mention...he was the initiator of the Manhattan Project and the creation of the atomic bomb.

"Oh my God! Mr. Einstein, can I bite you?"

Next to her, a passing woman opened her bloody mouth, revealing her terrifying vampire fangs and laughed:
"Will I become smarter after sucking your blood? Hahahahaha!"

Next to her is her boyfriend, wearing a werewolf mask and giving Einstein a thumbs up:
"You are a genius no less than the real Einstein! Why didn't I think of dressing up as five-star General MacArthur to attend the masquerade? That must be more exciting! Alas, I can only wait until next year."

The young couple, enjoying the Halloween atmosphere, laughed happily and walked into the club holding each other's hands.

“I wish the world would always be like this.”

Einstein closed his eyes and spoke softly.

But he quickly opened his eyes, letting the light from the street lamp dispel the haze in his heart.

this time.

He didn't dare to sleep, or even close his eyes.

Once I closed my eyes…all that flashed through my mind were images of mushroom clouds exploding all over the world, blazing white light melting everything, and entire cities burning.

It was the end of the world.

The end of humanity.

Thinking of this, his hands, feet and heart became even colder, and he even...he didn't dare to look up at the bulb of the street lamp.

That was also an atomic bomb.

An atomic bomb that could explode at any time and undergo violent nuclear fission.

Razed all of Manhattan and Brooklyn to the ground.

"Look, let me tell you! No one will take you for the real Einstein!"

Henry Dawson squeezed out of the door frame of the old car and reached out to mess up Einstein's already rough afro:

"Tonight, you are definitely the uncrowned king of the entire masquerade!"

"Of course, you can do whatever crazy things you want, but like I said... no one will ever treat you as the real Einstein, that's the funny thing!"

"Relax! Let loose! Enjoy a wonderful Halloween night! Forget your damn physics, forget your damn atom bomb, the things you worry about will never happen!"

Say it.

He laughed and put his arm around Einstein's shoulders, and the two of them entered the masquerade ball together.

……

Opposite the venue, on the sidewalk in front of the cinema, Lin Xian held CC in his arms and witnessed Einstein and a colorful-haired Shamatte walking into the venue together.

I really didn't expect it.

I actually saw Einstein alive with my own eyes!
Although Lin Xian had been mentally prepared, he knew that Einstein must be alive in 1952, and it was natural for him to meet him.

but……

Psychological preparation is psychological preparation.

When such a great man who I had learned about countless times in textbooks and heard countless legendary stories about was standing across the street in person, I was still shocked.

He had originally doubted whether this Einstein was real.
Did he deliberately dress up as Einstein to attend the masquerade?

However, this idea was rejected in an instant.

CC has seen Einstein's car and remembers the license plate number. This is the best anti-counterfeiting trademark... No cosplayer would be so dedicated as to imitate the license plate number.

So, it goes without saying.

The old man with a melancholy face just now is the real famous physicist, Einstein!
This was also the reason why Lin Xian immediately turned CC back, facing away from Einstein, to prevent the other party from seeing CC's face.

Today, the true identity of the president of the Genius Club remains unclear and there is no conclusion.

Lin Xian once speculated that the president’s real identity was Einstein.

Although this idea has no solid evidence, it is better to be cautious... I still don't want CC, the first generation of the Millennium Pillar, to be seen by Einstein.

He couldn't explain why.

I don't know where this inexplicable sense of danger comes from.

Anyway, be careful.
"Lin...Lin Xian?"

CC, who was protected in Lin Xian's arms, raised his head in confusion and blinked:

"Why did you suddenly pull me over and hug me? And you even put your coat and hat on me. What happened?"

"That's not true."

Lin Xian took off CC's hood again:
"I just don't want Einstein to see what you look like."

"why?"

"There's no special reason. Anyway, it's better not to be seen by him."

"Oh fine."

Although CC was puzzled, she trusted Lin Xian and stopped asking questions.

Then he turned around and looked at the various "gods, demons and monsters" coming in and out of the guild hall:

"Then are we still going to the Halloween costume party? I saw Einstein and his friends go in. If we go in and participate... won't he see our appearance again?"

"I must attend the dance."

Lin Xian looked at the stalls on the roadside selling masks, costumes, props, and makeup services and smiled slightly:
"But before that..."

"We also need to put on some makeup and disguise ourselves!"

(End of this chapter)