Genius Club.

Chapter 553: Safe and Note

"How do you know my..."

CC looked at the man in front of her and didn't react for a moment.

How did the other person know my name and birthday?
More importantly……

"What happened to the sky just now?"

CC looked up.

Now the sky is completely quiet. All the fireworks and white lights have disappeared, returning to its original tranquil moonlight and stars.

“[Someone finally took action.]”

Lin Xian smiled slightly:
"Although I don't know who it is, we will meet soon. I can already hear its voice."

Say it.

He put the rice cooker in CC's hands:

"I have already read the contents in advance, but whether you want to read it or not, and what choice you want to make after reading it... are your freedoms, and you need to make your own decision."

After saying that, he turned sideways and walked towards the elevator room.

"Hey!"

CC turned around holding the rice cooker and looked at the man's back:
"Who are you? You know so much about me. What is your relationship with VV? Did VV ask you to wait for me here?"

however.

The man waved his hand, entered the elevator room, and disappeared from sight.

"..."

CC was somewhat speechless:

"baffling."

She still couldn't understand why this man, who she met for the first time, knew her so well?
Remember carefully.

CC suddenly discovered a blind spot——

[This man's voice is very similar to VV's! ]

She unexpectedly realized it only now and noticed this similarity.

It's not her fault...

Because the man was much younger than VV, she didn't think of VV when she saw him for the first time.

What's more, so many thrilling things happened in the short few minutes that the two of them were in contact. The brain was in a state of shock the whole time, and there was no time to think about the relationship between the man and VV.

"It can't be VV's."

CC felt like he was stuck in a mental dead end.

Even though the man's back looked somewhat similar to VV's, age was something that could not be reversed; VV should be about the same age as her father, and definitely could not be as young as the man just now.

"In terms of liking to talk nonsense and saying things that are hard to understand, he is quite similar to VV."

Wink.

She thought back to the fireworks that had just lit up the entire world.

Actually, if I have to say...

There was no way that could be fireworks.

First of all, the altitude was too high; it didn't seem like an explosion in the sky, but rather in a higher space.

What kind of fireworks can reach such a height in space?

Obviously this is unrealistic.

Second, the fireworks were too bright and too dense.

At that moment, CC felt as if the entire universe was bathed in white light and the earth was almost melted.

But I don’t know why.

When CC saw the obviously unreasonable fireworks, she did not feel any fear in her heart. Instead, she felt an inexplicable warmth, inexplicable nostalgia, inexplicable emotion, and inexplicable peace of mind.

It's all so confusing.

It was like she was clearly meeting this strange man for the first time, but she always felt like she had seen him somewhere before, as if they had known each other for a long time and hadn't seen each other for a long time.

CC withdrew his gaze from the beautiful starlight and turned to look at the half-open elevator door.

Shake his head.

Decided not to dwell on this matter for now.

Anyway, I can’t figure out these things, so I might as well take a look at what VV left for me.

"All the answers, all the past and the truth."

CC recited what VV had said while looking at the rice cooker in his hand.

This rice cooker looks like a product of the old times.

But the paradox is that every detail of the rice cooker is very "new", whether it is the plastic, the iron shell, or the stickers on it, all are brand new, as if they had just been manufactured in the factory.

What kind of magical technology can prevent time from passing by on a rice cooker and keep it brand new?

After turning the rice cooker around again, CC discovered that the switch was on the front and was easy to find.

She pressed her thumb hard.

Click.

The lid of the rice cooker opened, and a faint blue light shone on CC's face, warm and full of mystery.

Stick your head in and look inside the liner.

In the middle of the rice cooker, there was a small blue ball of light suspended with electric charges constantly jumping on its surface.

The small ball of light seemed to be trapped in the rice cooker.

The restless electric wires on its surface rise and fall, and there is a core full of energy inside, which keeps hitting the spherical surface, and each collision causes a blue ripple.

CC changed the angle and continued to look.

Only then did I discover...

Below the small blue electric ball, there is a small piece of paper folded twice.

perhaps.

The words written on this small piece of paper are the real focus and the message that VV really wants to leave for himself.

CC carefully touched the small blue electric ball with his sleeve to test whether it was dangerous.

After ensuring safety.

She took a deep breath and reached into the rice cooker, ready to grab the small piece of paper at the bottom.

however.

Just at the moment her palm touched the small blue electric ball!

thump.

There was a muffled sound.

CC's head tilted back violently as if a heavy hammer hit his heart!

Then her pupils trembled, her whole body tensed, and a large number of memories that did not belong to her flooded into her mind out of thin air, and countless images like a revolving lantern appeared before her eyes -

"Pfft."

The girl laughed like a silver bell. She took away the pistol that was pointed at the man's head and looked at the other Ultraman through the Ultraman mask:

"If I hadn't killed him, you would have died just now. He was planning to kill all of you and take all the property. He's not a good person."
.
"I've only seen one person whose marksmanship can match yours, and both of you shoot in exactly the same way."

The girl took off the mask on her face:

"That man's voice is very similar to yours, so I'm willing to cooperate with you today, otherwise... I wouldn't have come with you at all."
.
"You really look like VV now."

The girl looked at the indifferent and numb man, watched him kill the garbage station inspector like a machine, watched him ignore the blood splattered... bit her red lips lightly:
"Because the expressions on your faces give people the same feeling of sadness."
.
"You are a man if you dare to jump out of the plane without hesitation."

The girl used a machete to clear a path in the forest, and the vines broke as she moved her hands and the knife chopped off:

"From the moment you jumped out of the plane right after her, you had a clear conscience. No matter whether you saved her in the end or not... it's not important at all."

"If there is a man who is willing to jump out of a plane for me and risk his life to save me... then I am naturally willing to give everything for him, even death."
.
"Thank you for teaching me how to dance. If I see you again next time, I will take the initiative to invite you to dance. But if I never see you again..."

The girl waved at the man in front of her and opened her eyes full of regret:
"Then I wish you good morning, good afternoon... and good night."
.
"After you reminded me, I discovered that none of my memory fragments have any memory after the age of 20; this means that in every world, I died on the last day of my 19th birthday." "I'm not that old, and life at 19 is very short. If possible, I would like to live past 20 and see more of this world."

"By the way, I can get one more birthday present. I really want to receive a set of...fireworks of my own. I've always had this obsession in my mind."

The man in front of her smiled, jumped off the flower bed, and looked at the girl:

"If one day, the end of the world is no longer an end... I will give you the most grand fireworks display."

"And at the first second of 00:42, I want to say to you... Happy Birthday!"
.
"Hello, Senior Lin Xian! I'm a freshman this year, my name is Chu Anqing!"

The girl smiled sweetly, her eyes curved into shallow crescents, and two dimples were faintly visible at the corners of her mouth:

"Hehe, you can just call me An Qing~ By the way, I just remembered... I've seen you before!"
.
"Then I'll return this painting to you, Senior."

The girl folded up the sketch that looked exactly like her and handed it back:

"I guess... this girl must be very important and unforgettable to you, right? You must put this painting away."
.
"In that case, let's exchange gifts!"

The girl took the hands of the two boys and put their three palms together:
"Then let's agree that we will give each other gifts on every birthday from now on! This way, we can be guaranteed to receive at least two gifts on every birthday!"

"We are good friends, so of course we should celebrate our last birthday together!"
.
The girl stood on tiptoe, hung the freshly watercolored sketch on the wall, and stepped back to observe.

"Senior Lin Xian, when did you draw this sketch?"

"Did you paint it temporarily in order to trick Ji Lin into testifying, to play the emotional card, and to influence Ji Lin? Or... you had already painted it long ago, but you didn't want to give it to Ji Lin at that time, so you lied and said you didn't have time to paint it?"

The girl held her chin up, looked at the harmonious and beautiful trio in the watercolor sketch, and shook her head:
"It must have been drawn from the beginning, right?"
.
"People often say that the core of comedy is tragedy, but maybe that's the advantage of my not being that smart. It's hard for me to understand the tragic core of those so-called comedies. I can only understand some superficial things, and I always laugh out loud at those comedy movies."

"Hehe, actually my mom always says that I am a simple-minded person, I see the good in everything, I do whatever I want without considering the consequences. But sometimes I think that this is not bad! Maybe I am lucky, or the people I meet are very nice, anyway... being happy is the greatest happiness in life!"

The girl stepped onto the white marble steps and stood high in the center of the world.

She opened her arms, facing the sky, the moonlight, and the whole world, standing with her head held high like Lucy embracing the sea in Titanic:

"You jump, I jump!"
.
"Senior Lin Xian, do you remember that night when you told me the question you couldn't figure out the answer to?"

The girl wiped the blood and tears from her face and sniffed:
"You told me you were going to write a little note and put it in the safe."

"It is said that this little piece of paper does not need to be seen by others, copied by others, or opened before you... The moment you see this little piece of paper, you will immediately know whether the world is real or fake."

"You were troubled for a long time, not knowing what to write on the little piece of paper, not knowing what to write to deceive the enemy, the director, and the whole world, while only you could understand it."

The girl stood up, her eyes firm, and stretched out her hand:

"Give me a piece of paper and a pen...I'll write it to you!"
.
“Everyone who lives in Brooklyn dreams of moving to Manhattan.”

The poor girl sat on a wooden box on the dock, swinging her legs and looking at the skyscrapers on the other side that soared into the sky:
“But I can’t go.”

She looked helplessly at the surging river:
“See that Brooklyn Bridge? It looks like a bridge, but in fact, it is a wall, an insurmountable wall between Brooklyn and Manhattan.”

"At the same time, it is also the wall that we... can never cross."
.
"March 2024, 3... It's such a distant day. But you're right, we should still have dreams. What if they come true?"

The girl smiled and promised seriously:
"If I ever have the opportunity to go to space, I will never forget you."

"To thank you for your hot dog today...I will definitely bring back a gift from space for you!"
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"Lin Xian, now I believe you. You really can do magic."

The man driving the motorcycle in front turned around:
"It doesn't seem like you need any magic to ride a motorcycle. The Brooklyn Bridge has been here for 100 years, and I didn't make it happen."

The girl bent down and sat on the back of the motorcycle.

She hugged Lin Xian's waist again, and pressed her tearful face against Lin Xian's broad shoulders and black woolen coat:

"But to me, this is magic, the most wonderful and incredible thing in the world."

She closed her eyes and whispered:

"Meeting you...is the luck of my life."
.
"I want to use the only chance of my life to make a wish."

On the top of the Empire State Building, a girl prayed like a spell.

She was surrounded by swirling snowflakes, as if the elves were singing with her, performing a ritual that every girl undergoes only once in her life.

The girl pressed the man's hand closer to hers, passing on the warmth:
"I hope Lin Xian can defeat everything, save everything, and possess everything..."

"Become a true savior!"
.
"Zombie dance is very simple, just follow me and you'll be fine! Oh, learn it! It's very simple, you're so smart, you'll definitely be able to learn it right away!"

The little vampire showed her cute fangs. The girl's face was flushed from the alcohol. She forcibly pulled the man's hand and walked into the dance floor:

"Today I will teach you the zombie dance. When we have the chance later, you can also teach me other dances!"
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"I won't go. I didn't sleep well last night. I'll wait for you here."

The girl listened to the man's footsteps going away, quickly got up from the bed, ran out stealthily, and ran all the way to the watch shop on the shopping street.

"I want this, the cheapest watch."

The girl held the only $20 she had in her life tightly in her hand, gritted her teeth, and placed the crumpled bill on the bar:

"By the way, can I borrow a pen and a piece of paper?"

She took the white paper handed to her by her boss, tore off half of it, and scribbled a reminder:
"Daylight saving time will end tomorrow, so remember to set your watch back one hour~"
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"Great! Then we have a deal. You must keep your word!"

The little girl was very happy to see the man agree.

She took the man's right hand:

"Hook!"

The little girl hooked her two little fingers together, looked into the man's eyes, and said with a giggle:

"Let's make a pinky promise. We are a family! A family that will never be separated!"

……

……

……

The night wind from the East China Sea blew across the rooftop of the bell tower, blowing CC's hair on her cheeks, and into her moist eyes, blowing away her accumulated tears.

Girls, girls, girls.

All those girls are actually her, all the same girl.

So many men, but they are actually the same person.

In 1952, Lin Xian was her [Brooklyn Lin];
In 2024, Lin Xian is her [senior];
In 2504, Lin Xian was her [audience];
In 2616, Lin Xian was her [VV];
In 2624, Lin Xian was her [comrade-in-arms]...

The girl was breathing rapidly and her whole body was shaking.

Especially the right hand that reached into the rice cooker, shaking uncontrollably, and tremblingly picked up the folded piece of paper and held it in front of his eyes.

At this moment, you can not only hear your own heartbeat, but also the heartbeat of every girl in the past 600 years!

She rubbed her right index finger and thumb together, unfolding the small piece of paper that had been sealed for 600 years...

The moment I saw the contents of the note.

The girl couldn't bear it any longer.

The tear glands collapsed, and the big tears dripped down:

"Lin Xian..."

She threw away everything in her arms, turned around abruptly and ran towards the elevator room on the top floor.

"Wait for me!!"

Clang.

The rice cooker bound with space-time particles fell to the ground and rolled to the wall.

The discarded piece of paper fell slowly in the breeze, and finally, the words on it fell face down on the ground.

The footsteps in the elevator gradually faded away.

Everything returned to silence.

Everything is clear again.

The moonlight is beautiful, the stars are twinkling, the hands of the clock tower are ticking, and the cicadas in the distance are chirping in unison.

call……

Another gust of night wind blew by.

He rolled up the small piece of paper on the ground, rotated it twice in the air, and turned it over.

The bright moonlight shines on it.

Two lines of beautiful handwriting 600 years old, worthy of the time:
We never parted

——Since 1952. Brooklyn】

Volume 8 "Fireworks", to be continued.

(End of this chapter)