Lin Xian raised his head, looking at the incomplete crescent moon in the sky.

Zhao Yingjun, that woman, had far too many secrets, too much mystery surrounding her.

She was unremarkable, yet she received an invitation to the Genius Club.

She merely founded a cosmetic company called X, yet it became a super-giant that built steel metropolises in the future world.

And that mysterious Imperial Capital "Zhao Conglomerate"...

What was the direction of the vortex within all of this?

"Zhao Yingjun has many secrets."

Lin Xian sat in his chair, his chin resting on his hands:

"But... these secrets are extremely crucial to me!"

No matter what.

To save Zhao Yingjun, to rewrite the course of history, to change her original fate.

Then first...

He needed to figure out how she died.

The event, the time, the place—all were important.

Only by knowing exactly why she died, when she died, and where she died, could he ensure he saved Zhao Yingjun without fail.

At this moment.

Lin Xian inexplicably felt like a judge of life and death.

But the difference was... he was saving someone, he was going to make changes to Zhao Yingjun's book of life and death.

Lin Xian stared at the two sentences written on the white paper.

The known conditions were far too few.

In that *My Self-Indulgent Autobiography with X*, 99.99% of the content was the CEO boasting about himself, even more watered down than the internet. Only 0.01% was devoted to X Company.

And within that 0.01%, there was only one sentence related to the company's founder, Zhao Yingjun—

【Just as the company was taking off, Ms. Zhao Yingjun unexpectedly died in a shooting, her life extinguished at midnight, at the young age of 23.】

When did she die?

Where did she die?

How did she die?

These most important details were not mentioned at all...

If X Company hadn't flourished and dominated for 600 years, Zhao Yingjun's name, and her insignificant death, would have been buried in the dust of history, like many other things.

"So... these key pieces of information..."

"I'll have to deduce them myself."

Using a piece of vague information from 600 years in the future to save someone from 600 years in the past was not an easy task.

But there was still one important clue at hand.

Lin Xian picked up a pen, the tip touching the paper, circling the words 【at the young age of 23】.

This was a very important clue.

The current Zhao Yingjun was 23 years old.

And when Lin Xian graduated and came to the company last July, she was also 23 years old.

This woman wasn't a witch... she couldn't stay 23 years old forever.

"Since the book clearly states 'at the young age of 23,' it means her death date won't be after her 24th birthday."

This conclusion should be correct unless there were problems with the record in the book, then even the gods couldn't save Zhao Yingjun.

Lin Xian opened his phone and started searching for information about X Company and interviews with Zhao Yingjun.

X Company was already well-known in China.

Zhao Yingjun, as such a young CEO, had naturally attracted a lot of media attention, and there were many reports about her.

Easily, Lin Xian found her date of birth—

January 15, 1999

"January 15th? So close!?"

He quickly looked at the electronic clock on the bedside table.

It displayed:

January 12, 2022

00:37

"...What a coincidence?"

Lin Xian sorted out his thoughts again.

Since the book clearly stated that Zhao Yingjun died at the age of 23, that should be correct.

Especially since this information came from the autobiography of the CEO of X Company.

And it was such a self-indulgent autobiography.

It meant that this CEO paid great attention to creating his image.

If he even wrote the wrong information about the company's founder, wouldn't he be ridiculed?

Moreover, from another perspective.

Since Zhao Yingjun's death was due to a shooting, that wasn't a small matter in Donghai City, it could even be called a major criminal case.

Such cases would have very standard police reports.

Besides, Zhao Yingjun was now a well-known business elite. If she really died in a shooting, major media outlets would definitely have reports and records.

Therefore.

Lin Xian felt that this description of 【at the young age of 23】 should be correct.

Then, in that case...

"It also means that the latest date of Zhao Yingjun's death, the date of the shooting... can only be January 12th, January 13th, or January 14th, these three days."

Of course, to be precise, January 15th could be included, but Lin Xian didn't plan to consider that far yet.

Because this wasn't the same as the infinite loop of the dream world.

Reality didn't have so many trial and error opportunities.

Zhao Yingjun only had one life, and he only had one resurrection coin.

A tiny difference can lead to a huge error.

This was a rescue on thin ice...

Once there was any mistake, anything not taken into account, Zhao Yingjun's life couldn't be saved; and he would lose the opportunity to see that invitation to the Genius Club, losing this only clue.

"Every day should be treated as Zhao Yingjun's death day, and I can't be complacent."

The range of death dates was generally determined, within these three days.

The specific time of death still couldn't be confirmed.

Only the phrase "her life extinguished at midnight" could deduce a general time period...

Since it was specifically stated as midnight, then this time period shouldn't be false, otherwise, there would be no need to specifically write it out.

"The time range of midnight..."

Lin Xian pondered for a moment.

Generally, when people say midnight, it should be around 12 o'clock in the morning, right?

At least in the professional terminology of journalism, anything before 12 o'clock at night is called midnight; anything after 12 o'clock at night is called early morning.

Since it was specifically stated as midnight.

It meant that the time of death didn't exceed 12 o'clock in the morning.

But considering the errors in the time of death, the time of discovery, or other factors, Lin Xian decided to set the hypothetical time of death a little broader.

For example, between 22:00 and 24:00.

That would be more reliable.

Therefore.

It could be basically determined.

In the original course of history, Zhao Yingjun would die unexpectedly on the evenings of January 12th, January 13th, or January 14th.】

This, was Zhao Yingjun's time of death.

……

Now that the time of death was determined.

Next, it was time to determine the event that caused the death, to understand why Zhao Yingjun died.

Lin Xian had also considered it just now.

Although the book said "unexpected death," was it really an accident?

Was it possible that Zhao Yingjun's death, like the deaths of Da Lian Mao's father and Professor Xu Yun, was deliberately disguised as an accident?

But Lin Xian felt that the possibility was not high.

Because if the murderer who killed Zhao Yingjun and the murderer who killed Xu Yun were the same mastermind, then the time of death should be "early morning," not "midnight."

And the method of death should be a "car accident," not a "shooting."

"I can't get myself stuck in a dead end, there's no point."

Lin Xian shook his head, no longer thinking too deeply.

After all, his primary goal was to save people, not to solve a case.

Saving people was the first goal.

Therefore, regardless of whether it was an accident or not, it could be treated as an accident first. After all, the shooting was a fact, and the nature of the incident wasn't that important in comparison.

……

Alright.

Now, Zhao Yingjun's approximate time of death and approximate cause of death had been deduced.

The last link remaining was the place of death.

The place of death, which was the location where the shooting took place.

But unfortunately...

Based on the existing information, it was impossible to deduce the location of the shooting or the location of Zhao Yingjun's death.

There was simply too little information.

"But, it doesn't matter."

Lin Xian put down his pen and stretched.

With the above two deductions, it wouldn't be a big problem even if he didn't know the place of death.

He already had a general idea in his mind on how to avoid Zhao Yingjun's death—

Change the original course of history, that is, change Zhao Yingjun's original itinerary, so that she avoided being involved in the shooting, and naturally avoided death.】

"Although I don't know where Zhao Yingjun originally planned to go on the evenings of January 12th to January 14th... but as long as I find a way to change this and let her go to a new location, I can change the original course of history."

Lin Xian nodded.

This was the simplest and most effective method.

Assuming that Zhao Yingjun originally planned to go to places A, B, and C on these three evenings.

Then as long as he changed her itinerary.

And instead, she went to places d, e, and f on these three days.

It was highly likely that he could avoid this accidental shooting.

After all, the shooting wasn't aimed at her, she was just an innocent bystander who was caught in the crossfire.

But it was still the same old story, he had to be careful to protect himself, not to reveal the secret of his dreams, not to reveal that he knew the future, and not to let Zhao Yingjun feel that his actions were deliberate.

What should he do?

Lin Xian stood up and walked around the bedroom twice...

"I've got it."

……

After waking up, Lin Xian went straight to the company.

He sorted out the materials for this stage of work, ready to report to Zhao Yingjun.

But unfortunately, Zhao Yingjun was out on business and would only be back in the afternoon.

He waited until the afternoon.

22nd floor.

Zhao Yingjun's office.

"Very good."

After reading the materials Lin Xian brought, Zhao Yingjun nodded in satisfaction:

"You're still as reassuring as ever, handling everything beautifully."

"Thank you."

Lin Xian thanked him calmly.

Looking at Zhao Yingjun, who had already been marked with a death warrant...

"Are you free tonight?"

"What's up?"

Zhao Yingjun stood up, looking down as she tidied up the clutter on the desk, not looking at Lin Xian:

"Is something the matter?"

"Yes."

Lin Xian nodded and smiled:

"I've booked a nice restaurant, and I'd like to invite you to dinner tonight."

Zhao Yingjun's hand, which was tidying up the desk, stopped in mid-air.

A pencil fell on the desk.

Rolling, rolling...

*Thud!*

The pencil rolled along the desk, fell upright on the floor, and disappeared under the desk.

Since then, the empty and vast office was silent, with only the withered yellow green plants swaying slightly.

The wind blew from somewhere.

"You want to treat me to dinner?"

Zhao Yingjun laughed inexplicably.

She put down the files in her hand, extended her left index finger, tucked the stray hair on her cheek behind her ear, and looked up at Lin Xian with a smile:

"Is there something up?"

Lin Xian nodded:

"There's nothing particularly special, I just wanted to thank you for your importance and promotion of me. You've helped me a lot, and I wanted to thank you a little, after all... you've given me a lot of opportunities to show my talent, which has allowed me to have the life I have now."

"Is that so..."

Zhao Yingjun lowered her head and continued to organize the files:

"I don't think there's any need for that. Lin Xian, everything you've achieved now is what you deserve, it's the result of your own efforts and the proof of your talent."

"Gold always shines, it's all your credit, my role is minimal. Besides, you're the one who helped X Company get through its biggest crisis. If anyone should be thanking someone, it should be me thanking you."

"Actually, there's something else."

Lin Xian added in time.

He also expected that Zhao Yingjun might not accept his dinner invitation, so he needed to have some more convincing reasons.

"Oh?"

Zhao Yingjun looked up again, looking at Lin Xian with interest:

"Tell me."

Lin Xian paused deliberately, as if there was something important:

"I want to leave X Company."