Copernicus], [Huang Que].

...

Lin Xian sat in his own office at MX Company, leaning on his desk, twirling a pen, and staring at the two names written on the blank paper in front of him.

These two names were the currently known members of the Genius Club.

One was the name of a great astronomer from the 16th century.

The other was a name he casually came up with, jokingly referring to himself as the praying mantis stalked by the oriole.

"Hmm..."

Lin Xian closed his eyes to think.

"They have absolutely nothing in common."

He tossed the pen onto the paper and leaned back in his chair.

Although he now knew the names of two Genius Club members, and the intelligence had increased a lot, he still couldn't weave these fragmented clues into a net.

Could it be that...

Whether it was Copernicus or Huang Que, the names of the Genius Club members themselves had no commonality? Were they all just randomly chosen?

Especially this Copernicus.

Lin Xian stared at the three characters on the paper.

According to the deceased Ji Xinshui, it seemed that his actions were all instigated by Copernicus, or incited by Copernicus, who dangled the carrot of joining the Genius Club, which was why Ji Xinshui went to kill those scientists with outstanding contributions.

But he wasn't a scientist, so why did the Seven Deadly Sins later target him?

In the interrogation room, the frenzied Ji Xinshui said it was an "exam," a "test question," and he had inexplicably become an "examiner" for the Genius Club.

In addition...

Huang Que had emphasized to him in Zhao Yingjun's office that the law of space-time was far more important and strict than he imagined, and even reminded him of the importance of the law of space-time elasticity.

So...

Taking everything into account...

"Could it be that the essence of the Genius Club has something in common with what I am doing now?"

Lin Xian opened his eyes.

It seemed like he did have some thoughts.

History, space-time, future, the butterfly effect.

These were the things he was currently experiencing and interfering with.

Considering that the Genius Club was an organization that had remained true to its original aspiration for 600 years across the long river of history... It was hard to say, perhaps they really had powers that ordinary people couldn't imagine.

Even today, Lin Xian still harbored doubts—

Were the members of the Genius Club really all geniuses?

He didn't think so before.

But now, after experiencing the Ji Lin and Ji Xinshui incidents, he was beginning to gradually believe it.

Perhaps this was really a group of geniuses whose intelligence stood at the peak of humanity, and behind their bizarre behavior and mysterious veil, there must be some deeper secret, a more imperceptible purpose hidden.

"In any case, I must do as Huang Que said and truly enter the Genius Club to find out."

This was also the reason why Lin Xian suddenly chose to act in a high-profile manner.

He couldn't continue to hide.

How long would he have to hide?

Since Ji Xinshui turned killing him into an exam to prove himself to the Genius Club.

Then he might as well go the other way and tell the Genius Club frankly—

I killed Ji Xinshui!

If this was really an exam, then he was more suitable than him.

There was no other way.

Huang Que always said that the easiest way to figure out all the mysteries was to obtain an invitation to the Genius Club.

That was nonsense.

He wanted it too.

But this riddle-loving person didn't give any hints, said nothing, and he had no idea how to obtain an invitation.

Under such circumstances, he could only think more and try more.

Lin Xian turned his head and looked at the newspaper placed on the table next to him.

The front page headline today had already been replaced with an exclusive interview with him.

A few days ago, reporters from television stations and newspapers had come to interview him, and Lin Xian had truthfully described how he had keenly solved this series of murders.

What was published on the front page now was this report.

And in a prominent position, it was also written in bold font that the Donghai official had announced that they would hold a commendation meeting for him at the Donghai Auditorium in a week.

From now on, he couldn't keep a low profile anymore.

He had to develop his own power and strengthen his own strength.

Only in this way would he have the capital to fight against more unknown and more powerful enemies in the future.

"So, I must leave MX Company."

...

Thinking of this, Lin Xian was really a little reluctant.

He didn't know why.

It was clearly something he had decided long ago, clearly confirmed that the invitation was fake, and there was no longer any point in staying at MX Company.

But...

He had been finding it difficult to carry out this decision.

He couldn't understand.

Why was it that every time he really planned to leave MX Company, when the image of Zhao Yingjun came to mind, he always couldn't bring himself to say it?

Sigh.

What was going on?

It was just a mere resignation, why did it feel like a breakup?

But...

The situation was different now.

He couldn't afford to wait any longer with the current situation.

This "gentle" cat-and-mouse game might have been a reminder to him, telling him that falling behind meant being beaten, and being weak meant being bullied.

This time, the enemy was gentle and emphasized martial virtue, saying they would kill at 00:42 and they would kill at 00:42, not a minute earlier or later; saying it would be a car accident and it would be a car accident, and a taxi had to come...

Honestly, where could he find such an enemy who followed the rules so well?

They were completely there to give him experience points.

But the next enemy... might not be so merciful and law-abiding.

Therefore...

Just like the determination Lin Xian had made in the past few days.

He must become stronger!

Whoosh...

Lin Xian turned over the blank paper in front of him and wrote down the main goals and plans for this period:

1. Leave MX Company, establish his own company, and prepare funds to build a force for his future actions.

2. Settle Liu Feng as soon as possible and let him focus on studying the cosmological constant and figure out the secret of 42 as soon as possible.

3. Find a way to obtain an invitation to the Genius Club, join the Genius Club, and find out what's going on.

"Okay, that's all."

Lin Xian looked at these three plans.

In fact, the ultimate direction of all the plans still pointed to the Genius Club.

That day in front of Tang Xin's grave.

Lin Xian had already realized that if he couldn't eliminate the ultimate culprit, then the bloodshed caused by Copernicus would never stop.

If he didn't stop it.

Then one day...

This blood would flow to his relatives, friends, and even family members, like Xu Yun and Tang Xin.

"Let's go."

Lin Xian clicked on a folder on the desktop and opened a Word file named "Resignation Letter."

He had written this resignation letter a long time ago, but he had never submitted it to Zhao Yingjun.

He pressed the print button.

Squeak, squeak, squeak—

The printer quickly spat out this page of resignation letter, seeming to describe it lightly, fluttering gently.

Picking up this printed paper, folding it, Lin Xian stood up, walked out of the office, and pressed the elevator for the 22nd floor.

After the elevator door opened again.

He came to the familiar double password door and entered the password that only he and Zhao Yingjun in this world knew...

32375246

This was a meaningless string of numbers, but Lin Xian had already kept it firmly in his heart.

Click.

With a muffled sound.

The heavy password door opened, and the sunlight from the huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the office shone on Lin Xian. Zhao Yingjun stopped writing, raised her head from the desk, looked at Lin Xian in the light, and smiled slightly:

"Lin Xian, you're here."

Lin Xian nodded, closed the door, and walked step by step towards Zhao Yingjun's desk.

This short distance of only ten meters.

Was also covered with carpet.

But today, it felt so long and difficult.

"I was just about to ask you to come over and take a look." Zhao Yingjun raised her hand and pointed to the corners of the office:

"You've been so busy during this time, and I know you don't have time to clean the office, so I cleaned it myself."

"Actually, I didn't think there was anything wrong with the office being dirty and messy before, after all, it's just an office and not a home, but after you cleaned it up before, I actually liked that neat and clean feeling. Now I feel very uncomfortable if it's a little dirty here."

"How is it? Did I clean it up well? After cleaning it up, I realized that it doesn't take much effort, because you organized most of the things very well, and the tools are also placed very logically. I just went through the process you did before and it was done."

Da, da, da...

Lin Xian stepped on the clean carpet, passed the spotless coffee table and sofa, and continued to walk towards Zhao Yingjun.

"During this time, I went to the Tianma Speedway a few more times myself."

Zhao Yingjun lowered her head, continued to review the documents, and said casually:

"I feel like I'm getting better and better. At least I'm definitely more skilled than before. According to what you taught me, the entry speed is also much faster, and I no longer decelerate when exiting the corner... The coaches there even said, where did I find such a great expert to guide me? Then... do you know what happened? A very interesting thing."

Zhao Yingjun raised the finger holding the signing pen, tucked the broken hair on her cheek behind her ear, smiled with her head lowered, and continued to review the documents:

"I told those coaches, have you seen that short video of flying over Donghai that was very popular at the beginning of the year? The one called Donghai 007, the blue Bentley that flew over the Donghai overpass."

"They were all shocked, and I smiled and told them, that's my car, my subordinate, the best driver in Donghai. At least... there is no second person in Donghai who can fly over an overpass, and I didn't say anything wrong."

Da, da, da...

Lin Xian's footsteps became heavier and heavier, and he was only a few steps away from Zhao Yingjun's desk.

"I haven't talked to you about these things all the time. Actually, when I went back to my hometown for the Chinese New Year, my parents also saw that short video of flying over Donghai. Although it's very blurry and ordinary people can't see it clearly, it's my car after all, and my dad recognized it at a glance."

"He... I didn't realize it before, he actually has such a caring side. He used to always deny me and look down on my career, wanting me to go back to the imperial capital. My mother told me that my dad didn't sleep all night after seeing the video of flying over Donghai."

"This is probably the Dragon Country style parents, always so awkward. So during the Chinese New Year, he also began to care about my situation for the first time, asking this and that, and also asked about you, asked about the gangsters we met that day and the thing about flying over the overpass. This is the first time he's cared about me so much since I came to Donghai. Really... he always wears a solemn look, why bother."

"But after that incident, my dad did change. When I left home and returned to Donghai, he also held back for a long time, his face almost turned green, and finally squeezed out a sentence for me: 'The cat design is okay, your aunt's daughter likes it very much.' Then he went back to the room. These words sound inexplicable and weird, but do you know what Lin Xian..."

Zhao Yingjun stopped the pen in her hand, raised her head, and looked at Lin Xian who had walked to the front of the desk:

"Although it's inexplicable, this is indeed the first time he has recognized my career. Of course, this can't be considered my career, the main credit is still on you, after all, the Rhein Cat was designed by you, and I didn't participate in anything."

"I have to say, Lin Xian... you really saved my life and changed my life. As I said before, meeting you is indeed my luck."

Da.

Lin Xian had already walked to the desk, close to the edge of the table, and stopped.

Zhao Yingjun blinked her eyes and smiled embarrassedly:

"Sorry, I've been talking all the time, mainly because I haven't seen you for a long time. By the way... you came to me so early today, is there anything you want?"

Lin Xian nodded and placed the folded resignation letter in his hand on Zhao Yingjun's desk.

"This is my resignation letter."

The smile and relaxation on Zhao Yingjun's face froze.

She pursed her red lips and sat up straight.

"Director Zhao."

Lin Xian looked at Zhao Yingjun and said in a low voice:

"I want to leave MX Company."