3, Einstein invited me so sincerely to be a guest and seemed very eager to meet me again, but now he's not even here to greet me, let alone went missing and stood me up... How could this be the action of a great man?
Various things.
Are all very strange.
Lin Xian is now increasingly convinced—
[There must be a hidden room, an underground base, or some kind of secret space in this farm!]
"I'll look around some more."
He turned around, bypassed a few dilapidated huts, and walked towards the back of the farm.
...
At the same time.
New Jersey, Princeton, 112 Marshal Street, in a standalone house, inside the study.
Einstein, who had been unconscious at the desk for three days and nights, twitched and woke up from the coma, slowly opening his eyes.
"I, I... what is this..."
He exhaled deeply, holding his temples with both hands.
Lines.
Lines.
Lines lines lines lines lines...
His brain was filled with countless unidentified lines!