Alan came to the depths of the alley, where several houses stood quietly beside the steps of the green alley, as if hidden from the hustle and bustle of the city.

The boy stopped in front of a rock-gray house, the big iron door in front of the courtyard was locked, the signboard was not obvious, he rang the doorbell, no one answered, and after a while, he heard a person's voice coming from the walkie-talkie on the side of the door.

"Please come in!"

The room was dimly lit, and a dark-haired man sat on a swivel chair in front of the desk, and the man turned the chair around and said, "Excuse me, what do you need to entrust?"

The boy's voice said, "So, do me one thing, find out who the man named Jensen and his wife Mina in this town came into contact with sixteen years ago? ”

"You're—" the dark-haired man raised an eyebrow.

"My name is Alan. ”

Alan walked out of the detective agency and stood on the street, looking up at the sky.

Since he was a child, no one around him cared about him, he lived in a slum with his adoptive father Jensen, a neighborhood full of people who were busy making ends meet, they were all carpenters, plumbers, repairmen, masons, who cared about a boy?

Jensen didn't like the child and was determined not to have too much to do with him. Every night, the man would sit in the living room with a bottle of wine and sip, muttering, "This kid killed my wife." ”

"Why, Jensen?"

"It's really fucking unlucky, my wife has quarreled with me many times for this little ghost, and she died in a car accident that day, it must be this kid who brought bad luck!"

When Jensen's co-workers asked, they just laughed it off, and no one took it seriously.

Alan returned to the house, and Su Xiaoqi looked Alan up and down. "Alan, you're out today?" she looked at him.

"Hmm. Alan replied.

She blinked in surprise, "Out on errands?"

"Private matters. ”

Well, the child has grown up and has its own secrets, and she doesn't know whether to rejoice or sigh.

Alan commissioned a detective to investigate his origins, and a month later, the detective called him.

The man asked Alan to meet him in the office, "Mr. Ellen, your adoptive mother, Mina, brought back a baby boy from Andrew's man sixteen years ago. ”

He took out a package from his purse and said, "This is the information I got from my investigation." ”

Alan opened the package, and there were several photos of a young and beautiful woman, a genius girl in the Princeton math department sixteen years ago, who had been a sensation, and the investigation showed that she was in a close relationship with another genius, Merlot, and the two were rumored to be lovers.

Her name was Ophelia, and the woman was his biological mother.

Ophelia and Merlot, both of whom are desperately geniuses, at Princeton University, who are at the top of both math and physics, are born and most people are not capable of making them. Awe-inspiring, fear-inducing geniuses are mostly born, and training alone will not turn an ordinary child into a 6-year-old Mozart.

It is said that the two also sparked a debate about genius and appearance.

Proponents argue that it is wrong for good-looking men to have less intelligence and beautiful women with big breasts and no brains, and the British Intelligence Research Institute publications believe that their survey numbers show that beautiful men and women have a higher IQ than ordinary people, and the average IQ can be 14 points higher than the average person overall.

One magazine also cited millions of examples of beauty and cleverness, including physicist Brian Cox, among others.

Ophelia is an independent and proud woman, standing out. She is such a beautiful and persistent woman, but she is tormented by a fatal love, she once lost herself in the relationship in cooperation with Merlot, and spent her life struggling to get rid of Merlot's shadow.

Two characters who are also extremely smart, have a common goal, have the same lonely heart, and the loneliness and compatibility of geniuses, but they can't warm their hearts.

When Ophelia was with Merlot, he forbade her to have academic contact with other institutions or people, and used his prestige to suppress her, control her, and even discredit her.

Merlot's selfishness and narrow-mindedness ruined another genius, his beautiful mother, who spent fifteen years in an insane asylum until her death last year.

Sixteen years ago, Ophelia was so charming, so beautiful, so talented, people at that time called her "a fan in the sun", and her life was ruined by a genius man, is this the misfortune of being a woman, or is love originally a poison, a poison that makes people desperate?

Two geniuses, one disappeared, the other went crazy, and the only creature who could write myths left, leaving the world with more complaints and abuses or remorse to no avail.

He closed his eyes slowly, there is no mystery under the sun, and many things can only be called "mystery" when they happen in the dark.

In Su Xiaoqi's opinion, Alan has been surprisingly silent these days, they had breakfast in the morning, and Alan suddenly turned around and said, "Alice, I want to go out alone for a few days." ”

"Huh?" she paused to put away the dishes, "Alan, where are you going?"

"Something personal. Alan said lightly.

Oh, the child grows up, has his own secrets and private space? Anyway, Alan has never had a rebellious period until he is fifteen years old, and now he is sixteen years old and just wants to go out and walk on his own, she should support and support her.

"Well, go ahead. She said, "Remember to come back early and be careful on the way." ”

Maybe that's the parent's mentality, she thought, maybe she should look into it, and Professor Brown is there.

Alan set off on his own and traveled to the town of Princeton, where he saw a coffee salon in the town, with the lights flickering and the décor in a very old and warm tone.

This is where she was back then, has she ever been to this coffee salon too?

He sat down in the café and ordered a cup of coffee. After a while, a group of students came, and they began to talk with great interest.

"Excuse me, what school are you from?"

"These are from a few nearby schools, you think it's Princeton University?"

There is a great academic atmosphere and students doing their homework at their desks. "Why talk about physics in an aesthetic tone?" said one senior student, "It's just that we talk about it in language that ordinary people can't understand, and it's actually a vague question of where it's beautiful......

"What's wrong with Max?" asked one boy.

"He's doing the tedious work of starting from the free electromagnetic field Lagrangian and using Euler-Lagrange to come up with the Maxwell equations." ”

Then, he glanced at him with sympathy, "If Max can't figure out this set of equations, he won't be able to pay next month's rent, or he will be abandoned by his mentor and won't be able to graduate, then there will definitely be endless pain, and he won't experience any beauty." ”

"I can't afford to study physics, OMG's ~~~~~ is really so crippled that the ghost cries and howls...... Don't look back!"

The boy said, "Computers can calculate everything that crashes by hand! Is there anything more tragic than this? The people in the mathematics department cry out that we have to learn differential geometry, group theory, complex functions, and functional analysis......

It seemed that the student had been so devastated by math that he couldn't afford to fall to the ground, Alan held his glasses and said, "This is not difficult, I will help you solve this problem for 100 dollars, and add another problem." ”

"I can't figure it out myself, so how can you help me?" said the student, suddenly feeling that something was wrong, that it was not from their table.

He raised his eyes, looked at Allen, looked at him with a stunned expression, and pointed at him, "You haven't been to college this year, have you?

"I'm not kidding. Alan said.

"You're kidding, even if you keep learning math all your life, you can't learn so much math and physics at the same time in such a short period of time. ”

He hugged his head and sighed, "It's so troublesome, you have to learn so many things." In the modern education of tragedy, we have to learn Hilbert + Einstein + Fermi + ...... in 4-6 years Are those masters n-in-1 level......"

Alan had already taken out a pen and rustled on the paper to write the steps of the calculation formula, "This is a simplified version, do you understand?" the boy handed the paper in his hand to him.

The boy burst into tears, "Ah, it's so clear, it's so clear! How did you do it, the computer is a crash thing......

"It's just a simplified formula," Allen said. ”

The physics student took out a hundred dollars from his body and put it on his desk and said, "Thank you for solving a problem for me, this is yours, may I have any questions?"

"Where is xx hospital?"

The boy almost wanted to pluck out his ears to make sure he had heard correctly? The boy helped him solve a problem, and he asked him where the madhouse was?

"Ahh It's the madhouse where Princeton's famous genius was imprisoned? The person on the side said.

Alan immediately got up from his seat and prepared to go for a ride. He had barely walked out of the café when Professor Brown walked in.

When the professor came in, he heard a few students talking about something about a teenager who had written a mathematical formula.

"Can you show me?" he asked, holding out his hand.

The physics student handed him the formula.

After reading this, the professor was stunned for a moment, then grabbed the student's arm and asked, "Where is he? Where is that person?"

"He's gone, saying he's going to Hospital X. The physics student replied.

The professor immediately pulled out his legs and ran out, like an 800-meter sprint, to the stunned boys who witnessed the scene.

Alan walked to the platform, and at this time, the bus came.

He looked up and saw a man in his forties with thick brown curly hair, rushing towards him like a fighter in a madman, grabbing the sleeve of his arm.

The man bent down and panted for a moment, then straightened up again and asked, "Did you write this formula?"

"Hmm. Alan said.

The bespectacled man with thick brown curly hair looked at Alan with an eager gaze. He cleared his throat and said, "I'm Brown, a professor in the mathematics department at Princeton University. ”

He continued, "How can a student like you be in an unknown place?"

Professor Brown excitedly said, "Would you like to come with me to sit at home?"

Alan sat down at home with Professor Brown, and after the professor asked about Allen's condition, he couldn't help it, "What a waste of your talent!"

"I don't want to see people like you wandering around that kind of place. The man with brown curly hair took a pin from the whiteboard, "You wrote this formula too?"

Alan lowered his eyelashes and said, "Yes." ”

Professor Brown smiled slightly: "Since the mathematical genius wrote the Kelly formula, the card counting in the 21 game can reach 53%~47%, and Bill Gross, the famous bond king in the financial world, used this formula to earn ...... MBA tuition."

The man with brown curly hair stared at Alan with eager eyes and said, "In response to this situation, the casino has taken a lot of measures to deal with card counting. The days of card counters are almost over. I didn't expect you to be able to write formulas for other games. ”

"And what about this formula?"

The boy scribbled strings of mathematical symbols on the paper in front of his desk.

The professor immediately looked at Alan with the eyes of discovering a new world, "You are such a genius!"

"Of all my students, there is no one like you. Professor Brown said, and after reading the formula, he turned his head to look at him, "Be my student! I'll get you into math." ”

"I didn't want to get into math. The boy said coldly.

"You...... How so?" the math professor looked at him incredulously and said, "You have a genius or not, it's the biggest loss in the world!"

"Maybe!" said the boy, "I don't want to do research right now." ”

Although frustrated, the professor did not give up and said, "Think about it, don't answer me right away." ”

The young man lowered his eyes, and what he was most concerned about now was the mystery of his own life experience. Professor Brown, thank you very much for the invitation, and I hope to see you next time. ”

He can ask detectives to investigate his background, but the tracking of some behind-the-scenes events behind the scenes, the ubee team, hacker geeks and others who do not play cards according to common sense may come in handy.

The mystery of his life has surrounded him like a haze for sixteen years, and now, he wants to solve the mystery of the darkness himself.