The campus of Columbia University.
All kinds of people walked along the path on the lawn, and the ancient buildings gave off a sense of age.
The "disaster" a few days ago pressed the pause button for countless lives. The entire New York City was not very peaceful at this moment. However, this storm did not seem to affect this campus. The students were still attending classes, and there did not seem to be too many waves in their daily lives.
After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who was on a North America flight, originally planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane. However, on a whim, he decided to come here.
Back then, he had studied here for a month and received the title of Honorary Professor during that month.
He didn't know until later that Columbia University had reserved this title for him for a century, just like Jin Ling University did for him.
Not only that, but in front of the bronze statue of the Thinker, a landmark of Columbia University, stood a bronze statue that was later placed there.
It was a young man with his hands behind his back. He stared at the bronze statue of the Thinker, immersed in a world of thought.
That bronze statue was carved by no one else.
It was Lu Zhou himself.
A trace of nostalgia surfaced in Lu Zhou's eyes as he looked at the bronze statue in front of him.
"I didn't expect that they would really build a statue for me …"
When he was at Columbia University, he stood in front of the bronze statue of the Thinker. Inspired by a flash of inspiration, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure" and won the Hoffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry for this research.
This was because a random photo had captured him standing next to the bronze statue of the Thinker.
"… A mortal sees a bronze statue, but he sees the universe."
Initially, this was a tweet sent by a doctor of philosophy, but unexpectedly, after a century, this unserious joke had been engraved on the base of the statue.
"Sir, that is a historical relic. Can you not touch it with your hands?"
Hearing the voice coming from behind him, Lu Zhou, who was touching the inscription with his index finger, was slightly taken aback. He then smiled and withdrew his hand.
"Historical relics? Sorry, I just couldn't help myself. "
What the hell did he mean by being unable to control his emotions?
A speechless expression appeared on the student's face. However, at this moment, when his gaze fell on Lu Zhou's face, he was completely dumbfounded.
"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"
Lu Zhou said jokingly.
"I guarantee it's genuine."
"But … why are you here?"
"I'm just revisiting this place because I don't know if I will have the chance to come here again in the future." Lu Zhou looked at the student with a face full of distrust. He smiled and said, "Let me stay here for a while, I will leave after a while."
…
After leaving Columbia University, Lu Zhou took the train to Princeton with his little follower, Ling, and went straight to the entrance of Princeton.
"Commander."
"What's wrong?"
"Why are you interested in some stones?"
"Rock? Are you referring to these buildings here? "Lu Zhou said with a light smile," You misunderstood, I'm not interested in these buildings, I just miss the old days. "
Ling tilted her head, as if she didn't quite understand what Lu Zhou said.
However, Lu Zhou didn't want to explain further.
Looking at the Firestone Library in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling, "Wait for me here.
"Wait for me here. Don't move. I'll be back soon."
Ling's pupils flickered slightly, and she nodded.
"Yes, Commander."
Stepping into the Firestone Library, Lu Zhou noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelf and sorting out the bookshelf.
For a moment, he felt that this old man's face was so familiar. The only difference was that the mended nightgown was gone, and it was replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.
Perhaps sensing Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man, who had finished sorting out the bookshelf, turned his head and looked at Lu Zhou, who was standing not far away. A surprised expression immediately appeared on his face.
Obviously, he recognized his identity.
"You're here?"
"Um … You know me?"
"Are you kidding? How many people in this world don't know you?" The old man chuckled, walked behind the front desk of the library with trembling steps, pulled out a chair, and sat down. "My grandfather always told me that someone would come here in the future and take away his notes, so I must take good care of them for him."
When he heard these words, Lu Zhou had a look of surprise on his face, then he smiled and said, "I won't take anything away, those things are the same wherever they are … But I think more and more that your grandfather may be a wizard."
"Maybe, I also think that old guy is always nervous, but who knows? At any rate, I was there at his funeral, and I saw him buried with my own eyes. " Muttering, the old librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take away your notes, is there anything I can help you with?"
Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate something from a century ago."
"Archaeology? I didn't expect you to be interested in archaeology. "The old man said with a smile," Tell me, what do you want? As long as it is in this library, I can probably help you find it. "
Lu Zhou: "It's about the alumni journal written by the Ivy Club of Princeton, the part about a person named David Lawrence … He probably graduated around the 1920s."
Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had already learned from the San Francisco police that he had broken into David Lawrence's private house.
When he heard this name, memories of the past suddenly emerged in Lu Zhou's mind.
He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the history department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to the Ivy Club and integrated him into the campus life of Princeton.
At the same time, Lu Zhou also knew that David Lawrence's other identity was the heir of the B City Consortium.
What he didn't expect was that this old man, who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole incident, was actually the mastermind behind this century-spanning conspiracy.
Although the intelligence crisis had been resolved, Lu Zhou still wanted to know what made him go astray.
As the undisputed elite club of Princeton University, the Ivy Club had a long tradition. That was, while accepting material donations from alumni, they also accepted personal biographies donated by them. Then, through these autobiographies and the oral accounts of related people, they wrote alumni journals for those former club members.
Because most of the people who could join this club were the top elites in a certain field, the alumni journals were even more wonderful than some historical writings.
"Alumni journal?" The old man raised his eyebrows with a hint of surprise. "Why are you interested in that kind of thing … But okay, I'll look for it."
Because of the large number of alumni journals and the variety, the old man rummaged through the bookshelf for a long time and finally found Lawrence's book.
Back at the front desk of the library, the old man placed two books on the table.
"This one is Lawrence's … I'm very surprised to find yours in it."
"Mine?" Lu Zhou frowned slightly. "I don't remember … I left anything like an autobiography here."
"Alumni records don't necessarily have to be written by autobiographies. As long as you're willing to put in the time and energy, you can always squeeze out some memories about 'him' from other people's autobiographies and your own memories," the old man said with a smile. "So, these things are good to read. They're not necessarily true. Many of them are even jokes made by friends. Anyway, it's not a serious history. "
"I see …"
When Lu Zhou heard this, he understood.
If he was not mistaken, this alumni yearbook was probably written by his student, Hardy.
Lu Zhou, who originally planned to open the alumni journal, couldn't help but hesitate.
That guy never wrote a draft when he was bragging, and he liked to say "Professor Lu said it" all the time.
Lu Zhou was a little uncertain. If he opened this alumni journal, would he be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself?
However, in the end, his reason was overcome by curiosity. Under the instigation of the old man, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.
When he saw the author's signature, he was stunned.
[— Vera Pulyuy]
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