The Hongjing Library has not undergone reconstruction, and still retains the style of the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

In the early years, because of the help of some social charities, the collection here was even more abundant, no less than some provincial libraries or famous university libraries, especially the periodical section, reaching a very amazing number.

Lin Chen took his hand into the library, released it at the front desk, and casually introduced him to the situation of Hongjing Library and why he came here to look for periodicals.

Xun Cong flirted, and it always sounded familiar.

Lin Chen quickly noticed, glanced at him, shook his head helplessly, and then took a half step back, a posture you knew you came.

Xun Cong was very helpless, and came forward to show □□, they were quickly taken to the collection of journals on the top floor.

As soon as the door opened, the volume of puppets was rushing towards the face.

The chandelier lights up from end to end, but it can't fully illuminate the huge bookshelf group that can't see the head. The vast collection of books is like a cloud of smoke, only the top window reveals a little light. Rao was in late summer, and Xun Lian couldn't help but be shivered by the temperature here.

But Lin Chen, like no one, walked through the bookshelves like a fish, and soon, he stopped in front of the two large rows of bookshelves that belonged to psychology.

Xun Lian looked up with his gaze and reached the top.

Each layer of the giant iron frame is full of collections of documents, with different shades of color, old and new. Obviously relying on the strength of the two of them, it is necessary to find "30: 1103-1126" from here.

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

Advisor Lin put his hands in his pockets and kept his head up for a long time. His side face appeared blurred under the huge shadow of the bookshelf. He seemed to be in the abyss of contemplation, but at one moment became extremely sober, which made Xun Lianlian feel as if he was competing with an invisible opponent. Although they had never seen each other, the shadow did exist.

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

Xun Lian looked up in shock and couldn't help but take a step back. "Are we going to flip through here? It's too much."

Lin Chen glanced at him, and Xun Conglian saw helpless emotion from his eyes.

"I don't read much, but you can't leave me alone!" He quickly analyzed the meaning in his eyes, and replied.

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

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

Those few computers are probably the oldest models that can be seen in the city. The heavy monitors and the **** are used in the mouse. It is estimated that after this year, no such big guy has been seen.

But Lin Chen was familiar with it. He tapped his fingers on each keyboard and found that the screen did not light up, so he bent over and plugged in the power to the computer, and then waited a little later for the slower computer to start.

Xun Lian went over and asked, "Why not let the dynasty come to do this?"

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

They waited for a while before the computer turned on.

Lin Chen opened a certain academic search software, and entered the numbers at will, sorting the literature according to the amount of citations.

The computer screen is very dark, and it looks as if it is about to be powered off, and then the page slowly expands.

Xing Conglian stood beside Lin Chen and looked down.

On the screen is the dense title of the paper, 30: 1103-1126 is shown in red. Most of these numbers appear in the reference section. It seems that Lin Chen chose the direction without any problems.

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The thesis covers various fields, but Lin Chen ’s hand speed is very stable. He just keeps pulling the page down and down. During the period, Xun Lian saw two documents related to psychology. He wanted to stop Lin Chen. When Xiang Lin Chen was found, Lin Chen's eyes were calm and peaceful. He did not hesitate to glance over the two documents, as if he had a clear goal, but was just looking for what he wanted.

And just because Lin Chen's direction and purpose are extremely clear, the punishment has a bad premonition. Lin Chen is too familiar with this process, as if he had experienced it.

The archive is extremely quiet, and only the desktop computer is rattling. He seems to be opening Lin Chen into another space, which makes him want to interrupt the process and fish Lin Chen out of it.

"How can you be sure that this talk 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 answered.

"What the **** are you looking for? May I help. And is it possible that the title you are looking for is not in English, such as French, Russian, Chinese, etc ..."

"No." Lin Chen interrupted him, and the hand dragging the mouse stopped.

"why?"

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

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

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The author is dolandt.campbell, published in "americanpsychologist", Xun Conglian noticed that this document was published in 1975.

In 1975, this was slightly older.

"Is this it?" He asked with uncertainty.

But Lin Chen had taken the ball-point pen out of his pocket, copied a string of numbers in his palm, then turned off the computer, turned back to the iron bookshelf, and began to look up the labels of thousands of bound books.

Xun Lian couldn't keep up with his abrupt rhythm. The huge library was so scary that he had to fill it with his voice: "Is it not possible to download directly, should I go back and find the original text?"

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

"Is this right? Looking for 1975?" Xing Conglian asked.

But Lin Chen stood rigidly in place. He stretched his palms, looked down at the number, and then looked up again, but stopped suddenly.

Xing Conglian's bad feeling was even stronger. He noticed that the ballpoint pen in Lin Chen's palm was even wet with sweat.

Along Lin Chen's line of sight, Xing Lian looked at the row of "Americanpsychologist" again, 1973, 1974, 1976, 1977 ...

1974, 1976 ...

He finally realized why Lin Chen was tense, and there was no 1975 collection in this row of journals.

It may have been taken away in advance, or it may have disappeared for some other reason, but no matter what, the disappeared journal is obviously related to the person who purposely texted them to come here.

And this missing book of 1975 answered his question just now—why not downloading the original text directly?

Xing Cong patted Lin Chen's shoulder, and the latter shuddered. He finally raised his fist and said, "Xing Conglian, wear gloves and take all these books off."

Lin Chen said, while stepping very clearly, he used his fingertips to traverse several volumes around 1975.

Xing Lianlian didn't know what he was going to do, but still found Zhang leaning on a corner ladder, stepped on it, and took off those books.

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

After the four volumes he had taken out, he was lying with the missing 1975 bound volume.

Under the light, the dust floated, and the thick palms lay quietly in the space behind the book. Xing Xun did nothing for a while, until Lin Chen's voice awakened him.

"Did you find it?" Lin Chen asked.

Xun Lian lowered his head, Lin Chen looked up at him from below, with anxiety in his brows.

"Behind it," he said.

Lin Chen's face became pale at a speed that was visible to the naked eye. Xun Conglian returned the four journals to their original positions, climbed down the ladder, nodded at Lin Chen, and then looked at the desk by the window to signal Lin Chen to go there Say.

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

"Can you tell me what we will find here?"

The gloved hand rested on the book and Xun Cong asked.

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

"But you know that coming here, knowing that simply searching the web literature database does not work, knowing that you can find accurate titles in the vast literature database through a few numbers, and you even know where this 'missing' journal is hiding, I think You should know what you are looking for here. "Xing Conglian asked calmly.

"Maybe find a word." Lin Chen only answered.

"What word?"

"Rs."

"What does this word mean?"

"Rs, can be translated as 'blind arbiter'." Lin Chen paused, but it was not a stop-talk, but a very natural reaction in a long memory. "It has nothing to do with sports or politics, it is common In the book on human morality and human evolution, it probably means that the natural environment has no intention when selecting species, and the work that nature does is completely mechanical, so the role that nature plays is more like a blind eye Arbiter. "

"I don't understand," Xing Conglian answered very directly.

"Because nature is blind, it is not a very rigorous, prudent, and attentive subject, as early humans thought. We cannot find any sense of fairness and spiritual comfort in blind nature, and this will also Have a consequence ... "

Lin Chen's gaze looked over, this was obviously a very boring and stereotyped academic issue, but Xunconn could not help but shivered.

"What consequences."

"Then the formation of nature or the formation of human society is just a terrible accident. The world has no ultimate goal, no so-called order and truth, and of course, there is no such thing as goodness created by our human beings. And evil. "

Lin Chen terminated the narrative.

Xing Cong even thought of the last title of the thesis, and he naturally thought of the choice Lin Chen had made. Such an association had no logic, but he did not ask any more, but chose to open the journal in front of him and turned to page 1103.

The white paper reflected the dazzling sunlight, and each English character appeared different shades. In front of him was a field he had never touched before, which belonged to Lin Chen's field.

Xing Lian quickly scanned the page and stopped short because he saw that in the gap between the books, someone wrote a sentence with a tiny pencil.

The handwriting was gentle and whispered, but it was like an abyss.

——Dear, do you have a good choice?

Someone asked.