Einstein's withered arms supported the chair, and he stood up:
"Rhein..."
His voice trembled.
Even his whole body was shaking.
"No..."
He pinched the "The Sorrowful Einstein" mask on his face with his right hand, slowly lifted it upwards, and let it fall off.
It was a face Lin Xian was incredibly familiar with.
Just now, just 300 years ago, just in 1952, he had seen this most famous great physicist in history multiple times —
Albert Einstein.
Indeed, he was immortal.
Time had stopped for him.
Appearance, hair, even the wrinkles on his face... were exactly the same as that elderly man in 1952, not differing in the slightest.
Before this moment.
No one could have guessed that beneath the Einstein mask, it was actually Einstein!
This was a tactic so ingenious it reached the extreme.
At the same time...
He could also conceal his bright blue eyes, not drawing undue attention.
At this moment.