Genius Club

Chapter 1361: Chapter 32: Return to the Owner_3

They’re all gone.

Eroded by the years, dissipated in time.

This, perhaps, is the loneliness of the era.

Lin Xian sighed softly.

Living in 2025, he could truly feel that he was alive; but now, in the year 2234, Lin Xian felt he was just a ghost.

This feeling was not apparent when Gao Yang, Gao Wen, Liu Feng, and Jask were around, but now, alone in the unfamiliar Mi Country, loneliness returned like a flood, suffocating him on land.

Truly...

There was no familiar place, no familiar scenery, no familiar person...

"Huh?"

Suddenly.

Lin Xian looked at the dilapidated farm that suddenly entered his view, momentarily lost in a daze.

"Stop the car!"

He shouted, and once the vehicle came to a halt, he opened the door and stepped down, standing outside the farm fence which looked exactly as it did, every blade of grass and tree, identical to 1952.

Exactly the same.

It was truly exactly the same!

It’s hard to imagine that in 2234, this farm in the same location had every detail identical to 1952!

It couldn’t be wrong.

He had just left this farm from 1952, had just circled around here many times, how could he possibly be mistaken?

"But..."

Lin Xian pressed his lips together.

Nearly 300 years of time.

The Empire State Building had collapsed, the Brooklyn Bridge had corroded, no reinforced concrete structure could withstand 300 years, yet this shabby farm had miraculously done so.

He walked closer, touching the old wooden fence.

Then looked up at the few old houses with new bricks.

He understood.

Perhaps...

This was a "Theseus farm."

Although the fence, layout, houses, even the weeds and trees were like 1952, in fact, all these things were new, all replicated with new materials in an old style.

Lin Xian, stepping on the crunching gravel, walked into the houses one by one.

Before pushing them open, he already knew what was inside.

Creak...

Pushing open the left house, inside, just like in 1952, were the workers’ bunk beds left behind.

Creak...

Pushing open the opposite house, inside were all broken fabrics, clutter, and cobwebs.

So.

To the last warehouse...

Lin Xian walked towards the last ramshackle building to the north, pushing open the door.

Just like in his memory.

Inside the warehouse were various old tools, and... in the corner, surely hidden was a simple elevator leading to an underground bunker.

Lin Xian took a deep breath.

The air was filled with heavy dust and the weight of time.

He easily found the "Theseus Elevator," its material was noble hafnium alloy, but its style remained old-fashioned.

Pressing the button, the elevator slowly descended amidst the friction sounds of hafnium alloy cables.

After a dozen seconds.

It was brightly lit and suddenly opened up.

In the vast underground space, just like the virtual venue of the Genius Club, nine high-backed black wood chairs were arranged.

Below the steps, left four right four, eight chairs were empty; only the chair on the highest step... seated was an old man wearing "The Sorrowful Einstein" mask.

At this moment.

The elderly man looked up, watching Lin Xian step off the simple elevator:

"Rhein."

His voice was solemn and deep:

"I never expected you’d find this place."

Lin Xian chuckled softly:

"Einstein, you specifically renovated the farm above ground countless times to keep its original appearance... I guess, you were afraid some old friend wouldn’t find the way?"

He walked into the light.

Looking up.

At the old man who instantly straightened his back on the chair:

"Einstein, I’ve come to retrieve my watch."