Hongjing City Library has not undergone reconstruction, and still retains the style of the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, with green trees and lush flowers and trees.

In the early years, thanks to the help of some social philanthropists, the collection of books here was even richer, no less than that of some provincial libraries or famous university libraries, especially the periodical section, which reached a very astonishing number.

Lin Chen took his hand and walked into the library, let go at the front desk, and casually introduced him to the situation of the Hongjing Library and the reason why he came here to find periodicals.

The torturer was stunned, and always felt that this incident sounded familiar.

Lin Chen quickly noticed it, glanced at him, shook his head helplessly, and then took half a step back, with a posture that you are familiar with.

The convict was also helpless, and stepped forward to show □□, and they were quickly taken to the library of periodicals on the top floor.

The moment the door opened, the thick aura of the roll came to the face.

The chandelier is lit up from end to end, but it does not fully illuminate the huge bookshelves that cannot be seen at a glance, and the collection of books is like a cloud of smoke, and only the window at the top shows a little light. Rao is the end of summer, and the torture Conglian can't help but shiver at the temperature here.

But Lin Chen walked through the bookshelves like a fish in water, and soon, he stopped in front of the two rows of bookshelves that belonged to the category of psychology.

The torturer followed his gaze upwards to the top.

Each floor of the giant iron frame was filled with a collection of documents, in different shades of color, some new and some old, and it was clear that the two of them alone would be able to find the equivalent of "30:1103-1126" from here.

Therefore, he asked Lin Chen if he needed to find someone, but received a negative answer.

Advisor Lin put his hands in his pockets, maintaining a long tilted posture, and his side face looked blurred under the huge shadow of the bookshelf. He was like falling into an abyss of contemplation, but at one moment he was extremely sober, which made Xing Conglian feel as if he was fighting against some invisible opponent, and although they had never seen each other, the shadow was there.

At this time, Lin Chen finally spoke: "If this string of numbers really represents the literature in an academic journal, then 30 represents the issue number or volume number of a certain journal in a certain year, and 1103-1126 generally represents the corresponding page number......"

Xing Conglian raised his head in shock, and couldn't help but take half a step back, "Are we going to turn over one book by one here, it's too much." ”

Lin Chen glanced at him, and the torturer Lian saw a helpless emotion in his gaze.

"I don't read much, but you can't live without me!" He quickly parsed the meaning in his gaze and replied.

However, Lin Chen turned around and left him with a back.

Xing Conglian's eyes widened, and he was about to speak, but he realized that Lin Chen's target was a few computers on the innermost bookshelf of the library.

Those computers are probably the oldest models that can be seen in the city, with heavy monitors, and balls in the mouse, and the post-00s in these years have probably never seen such a big guy.

But Lin Chen was very familiar with the way, his fingers tapped over each keyboard, and found that the screen did not light up, so he bent down to plug in the power of one of the computers, and then waited a little sluggishly for the more sluggish computers to turn on.

The torturer walked over and asked, "Why don't you let the dynasty get these?" ”

"Because it's so simple, I don't need him." Lin Chen replied.

They waited a long time for the computer to turn on.

Lin Chen opened an academic search software, entered this string of numbers at random, and sorted the literature by the number of citations.

The computer screen was dim and looked like it was about to lose power, and then the page slowly unfolded.

Xing Conglian stood beside Lin Chen and looked down.

The screen is densely packed with paper titles, 30:1103-1126 is marked in red, and most of these numbers appear in the reference section, it seems that there is no problem with the direction Lin Chen has chosen.

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The articles of the paper involved various fields, but Lin Chen's hand speed was very stable, he just kept pulling the page down and down, during which he saw two literatures related to psychology and wanted to stop Lin Chen, but when he looked at Lin Chen, he found that Lin Chen's eyes were calm and peaceful, and he did not hesitate to skim the two documents, as if he had a clear goal, just looking for what he was looking for.

And precisely because Lin Chen's direction and purpose were extremely clear, Xing Conglian had a bad premonition, and Lin Chen was too familiar with this process, as if he had experienced it.

The library was extremely quiet, only the desktop computer was sizzling, and he seemed to be watching Lin Chen enter another space, which made him want to interrupt the process and fish Lin Chen out of it.

"How can you be sure that this article about economics is not what we are looking for?" He pointed to one and asked Lin Chen.

"Because there is no connector between keywords 1103 and 1126." Lin Chen replied.

"What the hell are you looking for, can I help. And is it possible that the article you are looking for is not an English document, such as French, Russian, Chinese or something......"

"No, it won't." Lin Chen interrupted him, and the hand dragging the mouse immediately stopped.

"Why?"

"Because, English is the most widely spoken language in the world." Lin Chen said.

Xing Conglian wanted to ask again what the most common language was, but Lin Chen had already clicked on one of them, and almost said to himself: "I found it." ”

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The author is AmericanPsychologist, and Xing Conglian notes that this document was published in 1975.

In 1975, this was also a little early.

"Is this it?" He asked, a little uncertain.

But Lin Chen had already taken out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, copied a string of numbers in his palm, then turned off the computer, folded back to the iron bookshelf, and began to search for the labels of thousands of bound books.

The torturer couldn't keep up with his sudden rhythm, and the huge library was frighteningly empty, and he had to keep filling it with his voice: "Can't you download it directly, you have to go back and find the original text?" ”

Lin Chen didn't answer him, just mechanically moved his gaze, scanning row after row of books, new or old, and finally stopped somewhere.

"Is this it? Looking for 1975, right? The torturer asked.

But Lin Chen stood stiffly in place, he spread out his palms, lowered his eyes to look at the number, and then looked up again, but suddenly stopped.

The bad premonition in Xing Conglian's heart was even stronger, and he noticed that the handwriting of the ballpoint pen in Lin Chen's palm was even wet with sweat.

Following Lin Chen's gaze, Xing Conglian looked at the row of "Americanpsychologist" again, 1973, 1974, 1976, 1977......

1974、1976……

He finally realized why Lin Chen was nervous, in this row of periodicals, there was no 1975 collection.

Maybe someone picked it up early, or maybe it disappeared for some other reason, but either way, the disappeared journal was clearly related to the person who had sent them a text message to bring them here.

And the 1975 year when this volume disappeared answered his question just now - why can't you download the original text directly?

Xing Conglian patted Lin Chen on the shoulder, the latter trembled violently, and finally clenched his fist and said, "Xing Conglian, put on gloves and take down these volumes." ”

Lin Chen said as he stepped on his feet very clearly, and swiped through the volumes around 1975 with his fingertips.

He didn't know what he was going to do, but he still found a ladder leaning against the corner, stepped on it, and took down the books.

The moment he opened the heavy journal, he knew why Lin Chen asked him to do this, which was an extremely accurate judgment.

Behind the four volumes he took out lay the missing 1975 bound volume.

Under the light, the dust floated, and the palm-thick collection lay quietly in the space behind the book, and the torturer didn't even make any movement for a while, until Lin Chen's voice woke him up.

"Did you find it?" Lin Chen asked.

The torturer lowered his head, and Lin Chen looked up at him below, with uneasiness in his eyebrows.

"In the back." He said.

Lin Chen's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the convict put the four periodicals back in place, climbed down the ladder, nodded at Lin Chen, and then looked at the desk by the window, and motioned for Lin Chen to go there and say.

Lin Chen slowly dragged away the chair, his clothes were thin, and he sat down slowly like an old man who was about to die, and the summer sun outside the window could not warm him up.

"Can you tell me what we'll find here?"

The gloved hand pressed against the book, and the torturer asked.

"I don't know." Lin Chen replied.

"But you know that when you come here, you know that searching for a simple online literature database doesn't work, you know that you can find accurate entries in the vast literature database through a few numbers, and you even know where this 'missing' journal is hidden, I think you should know what you're looking for here." Torture Conglian asked very calmly.

"Maybe a word." Lin Chen only replied.

"What word?"

“rs。”

"What's the meaning of that word?"

"rs, which can be translated as 'blind arbiter'." Lin Chen paused, but it was not a matter of wanting to stop talking, but a very natural reaction from a long memory, "It has nothing to do with sports or politics, and is often found in books that study human morality and human evolution. Presumably, the natural environment has no intention in selecting species, and the work done by nature is completely mechanical, so the role of nature is more like that of a blind arbiter. ”

"I don't understand." The convict replied very directly.

"Precisely because nature is blind, it is not a very rigorous, prudent, and careful subject, as early human beings believed, and it is impossible for us to find any sense of fairness and spiritual solace in blind nature, and this will also cause a consequence......"

Lin Chen's deep gaze looked over, this was obviously a very boring and stereotypical academic topic, but Xing Conglian couldn't help but shudder.

"What consequences."

"Then, whether it is the formation of nature or the formation of human society, it is just a terrible accident, the world does not have any ultimate goal, there is no so-called order and reason, and of course, there is no so-called good and evil created by our human beings."

Lin Chen ended the narrative.

Xing Conglian thought of the title of the paper at the end, and naturally thought of the choice Lin Chen had made, such an association was illogical, but he didn't ask any more, but chose to open the journal in front of him and turn to page 1103.

The white paper reflected the dazzling sunlight, and every English character seemed to be of different shades, and in front of him was a field he had never touched, a domain that belonged to Lin Chen.

Torture Conglian's gaze quickly swept over the page, and soon stopped, because he saw that in the gap of the book, someone had written a sentence in very small pencil writing.

The handwriting was gentle, and the tone was like a whisper, but it made people fall into the abyss.

- Honey, have you made your choice?

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