Chapter 136: The Yellow Finch

A flash of lightning briefly illuminated the room.

Lin Xian jumped up, heart pounding, as he recoiled in shock.

Someone else was lurking in the office!

Initially, the sight of high heels and earrings led him to believe that Zhao Ying Jun was waiting for him, possibly as part of a trap laid by the Genius Club. However, a closer look at the woman’s face made him realize she was not Zhao Ying Jun.

She was fuller and appeared older, likely in her thirties, contrasting sharply with the 24-year-old Zhao Ying Jun.

Though her face wasn’t clear, her beauty was undeniable, especially her crystal blue eyes that seemed almost otherworldly, their depth akin to endlessly flowing molten glass.

Relieved that she wasn’t Zhao Ying Jun, Lin Xian found the prospect of confronting a stranger less daunting than someone familiar. It seemed less threatening.

But then he wondered...

Zhao Ying Jun had secured the office with a complex password known only to them.

How then had this mysterious woman gained entry?

Her presence raised questions about her intentions and whether she was an ally or adversary.

Lin Xian remained silent, observing her as she sat on the sofa.

Outside, the sound of rain against the glass began to wane.

As the rain let up, the curtain of raindrops cleared from the window, and the clouds parted.

The obscured waning moon emerged, casting a slanted beam of moonlight into the office, illuminating the rhythmic sway of the woman’s high heels.

“Are you looking for this?”

Her voice broke the silence as she picked up a dark red invitation from the sofa, waving it nonchalantly.

The invitation, half-opened, fluttered like a clamshell.

It bore no wax seal.

Golden characters on the back glimmered faintly in the moonlight.

With that, she turned to leave. Her silky hair brushed against Lin Xian’s cheek, carrying the sweet scent of white camellias.

Lin Xian inhaled deeply.

This scent... although slightly different from CC’s, was unmistakably white camellia.

“What exactly is your purpose?”

“I can’t tell you.”

“How can I get a real invitation?”

“I can’t say.”

Lin Xian chuckled, tossing the invitation onto the desk: “If you won’t tell me anything, then you can wait at the Genius Club forever.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to tell you, Lin Xian.” She paused, turning her head, “I just can’t. You’re already very close to the answer... Instead of questioning here, why not go back and ponder the laws of space-time? The laws of space-time are much more crucial and stringent than you think. Almost all the answers are hidden within them... But for now, your grasp of space-time laws is too superficial. Especially the law of space-time elasticity... It’s a critical law, why not delve deeper into it?”

Listening to her words, Lin Xian felt his certainty ebbing once more.

The term “space-time elasticity” was his own creation, something he had theorized and summarized himself. No one else had mentioned it before. Yet this woman knew it intimately.

“Who exactly are you?” Lin Xian squinted at her retreating figure.

“A mantis stalks the cicada, unaware of the yellow finch behind...” She smiled, opening the coded door: “Next time we meet, just call me Yellow Finch.”

Bang!

The heavy coded door closed firmly.

The moonlight finally broke fully through the clouds, flooding the office with a frosty glow.

The digital clock on the desk displayed the time—00:42

End of Volume One: The Yellow Finch, to be continued.

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