Chapter 264 Five Floating 101 Dear

The Hongjing City Library has not undergone reconstruction, and still retains the style of the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, with shady trees and lush flowers and trees.

In the early years, because of the help of some social charitable people, the collection of books here is even richer, no less than that of some provincial-level museums or famous university libraries, especially the periodical section, which has reached a very amazing number.

Lin Chen held his hand and walked 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 find periodicals.

Xing Conglian was stunned for a while, always feeling that this matter sounded familiar.

Lin Chen quickly noticed, glanced at him, shook his head helplessly, then took a half step back, as if you were familiar with you.

Xing Conglian was also very helpless, and came forward to show the police officer's card, and they were quickly taken to the library's periodicals library on the top floor.

The moment the door was opened, a special heavy breath rushed towards him.

The chandeliers lighted up in sequence from the beginning to the end, but they could not completely illuminate the huge group of bookshelves that could not be seen at a glance. It was the end of summer, and Xing Conglian couldn't help but shuddered by the temperature here.

But Lin Chen walked through the bookshelves like a duck to water, like nothing happened, and soon, he stopped in front of the two rows of bookshelves that belonged to the category of psychology.

Xing Conglian followed his line of sight to the top.

Each floor of the giant iron frame is filled with collections of documents, which are of different shades of color, new and old. Obviously, relying on the strength of the two of them, finding "30:1103-1126" from here is equivalent to a fantasy.

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

Consultant Lin put his hands in his pockets and kept his head up for a long time, his side face blurred under the huge shadow of the bookshelf. He seemed to have fallen into the abyss of contemplation, but at a certain moment he showed extreme sobriety, which made Xing Conglian 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 said: "If this string of numbers really represents the literature in a certain academic journal, then 30 represents the issue number or volume number of a certain journal in a certain year, and 1103-1126 generally represents the corresponding page number..."

Xing Conglian raised his head in shock and couldn't help but take a half step back, "Are we going to turn it over here, it's too much."

Lin Chen glanced at him, and Xing Conglian saw helpless emotions in his eyes again.

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

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

Xing Conglian's eyes widened, he was about to speak, but realized that Lin Chen's target was the computers on the bookshelves on the innermost side of the library.

Those computers are probably the oldest models that can be seen in the city, with heavy monitors and roller balls used in the mouse. It is estimated that the post-00s generation has never seen such a big guy.

However, Lin Chen was very familiar with the way. He tapped on each keyboard with his fingers and found that the screen did not light up, so he bent down to plug in the computer, and then waited a little slowly for the even slower computer to turn on.

Xing Conglian walked over and asked, "Why don't you let the dynasty do this?"

"Because it's very simple, I can't use him." Lin Chen replied.

They waited for a while before the computer turned on.

Lin Chen opened some academic search software, entered this string of digits at will, and sorted the documents according to the number of citations.

The computer screen was dim, as if it was about to be powered off, and then the page slowly unfolded.

Xing Conglian stood beside Lin Chen and looked down.

On the screen are densely packed paper titles, 30:1103-1126 are marked in red, and most of these digits appear in the reference section. It seems that there is no problem with the direction Lin Chen chose.

Mortality associated with influenza and respiratory syncytial virus in the United States.

...

Communication system having unified messaging

The thesis covers various fields, but Lin Chen's hand speed is very stable. He just keeps pulling and pulling the page. During this period, Xing Conglian saw two literatures related to psychology and wanted to stop Lin Chen, but when he read Xiang Lin Chenshi found that Lin Chen's eyes were calm and calm, and he glanced over the two documents without hesitation, as if he had a clear goal, he was just looking for what he was looking for.

And precisely because Lin Chen's direction and purpose were extremely clear, Xing Conglian had a bad premonition. Lin Chen was too familiar with this process, as if he had experienced it before.

The document library was extremely quiet, only the desktop computer squeaked, and he seemed to watch Lin Chen enter another space, which made him want to interrupt the process and fish Lin Chen out of it.

"How can you be sure that this article about economics is not what we are looking for?" He pointed to an article and asked Lin Chen.

"Because there is no connecting word between keywords 1103 and 1126." Lin Chen replied.

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

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

"why?"

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

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

——"On the conflicts between biological and social evolution and between psychology and moral tradition"

The author is Doland T. Campbell, published in "American Psychologist", Xing Conglian noted that this document was published in 1975.

In 1975, this is also slightly old.

"Is it this one?" he asked in uncertainty.

But Lin Chen had already taken out a ballpoint pen from his pocket, copied a string of digits in the palm of his hand, then turned off the computer, turned back to the iron bookshelf, and began to look up the labels of thousands of bound books.

Xing Conglian couldn't keep up with his sudden rhythm. The huge library was frighteningly empty. He had to keep filling it up with his voice: "Can't you just download it directly, do you want to go back and find the original text?"

Lin Chen didn't answer him, just moved his eyes mechanically, scanned the books, new or old, row after row, and finally stopped somewhere.

"Is it here? Are you looking for 1975?" Xing Conglian asked.

But Lin Chen stood stiffly in the same place, he spread his palms, looked down at the number, and then raised his head, but stopped abruptly.

The bad premonition in Xing Conglian's heart was even stronger. He noticed that the ballpoint pen in Lin Chen's palm was even soaked with sweat.

Following Lin Chen's line of sight, Xing Conglian once again looked at the row of "American Psychologist", 1973, 1974, 1976, 1977...

1974, 1976...

He finally realized why Lin Chen was tense. In this row of journals, there was no such collection from 1975.

It may have been taken away early, or it may have disappeared for some other reason, but in any case, the disappearing journal is clearly related to the person who sent them a text message to bring them here.

And this missing 1975, even answered his question just now - why can't you just download the original text?

Xing Conglian patted Lin Chen on the shoulder, the latter trembled violently, and finally clenched his fists and said, "Xing Conglian, put on your gloves and take down all these volumes."

Lin Chen said, he stepped on his feet very clearly, and used his fingertips to cross the books around 1975.

Xing Conglian didn't know what he was going to do, but Yiyan found Zhang leaning on the ladder in the corner, stepped on it, and took down the books.

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

Behind the four journals he took out, lay the missing 1975 bound volume.

Under the light, the dust floated, and the palm-thick collection lay quietly in the space behind the book, Xing Conglian did not move for a while until Lin Chen's voice woke him up.

"Have you found it?" Lin Chen asked.

Xing Conglian lowered his head, and Lin Chen looked up at him from below, with anxiety in his eyes.

"In the back," he said.

Lin Chen's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye, Xing Conglian put the four periodicals back in their original positions, climbed down the ladder, nodded at Lin Chen, and then looked at the desk by the window, motioning for Lin Chen to go there Say.

Lin Chen slowly pulled away the back chair, his clothes were thin, and he sat down like a dying old man. The summer sun outside the window couldn't warm him up.

"Can you tell me what we'll find here?"

With his gloved hand on the book, Xing Conglian asked.

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

"But you know that you are here, you know that a simple online literature library search doesn't work, you know that you can find accurate articles in the vast literature library through a few digits, and you even know where this 'missing' journal is hidden, I think , you should know what you are looking for here." Xing Conglian asked very calmly.

"Maybe I'll find a word." Lin Chen only replied.

"What word?"

"BLIND ARBITERS."

"What does this word mean?"

"BLIND ARBITERS, which can be translated as 'blind arbitrators'." Lin Chen paused, but that was not a hesitation, but a very natural reaction in the long memories, "It has nothing to do with sports or politics, Commonly found in books on human morality and human evolution. It probably means that the natural environment has no intentions in selecting species, and the work done by nature is completely mechanical, so the role played by nature is more like a blind The arbiter of the eye."

"I don't understand." Xing Conglian replied very directly.

"Because nature is blind, it is not a very rigorous, prudent and careful subject, as early humans thought cause a consequence..."

Lin Chen looked over with deep eyes, this was obviously a very boring and rigid academic topic, but Xing Conglian couldn't help but shudder.

"What consequences?"

"Then, whether it is the formation of nature or the formation of human society is just a terrible accident, the world does not have any ultimate goal, there is no so-called order and reason, and of course, there is no so-called goodness created by us humans. and evil."

Lin Chen stopped the narration.

Xing Conglian thought of the moral tradition at the end of the thesis title, and naturally thought of the choice Lin Chen had made. Such an association was illogical, but he did not ask any further, but chose to open the journal in front of him and turned to page 1103 .

The white paper reflects the dazzling sunlight, and every English character is different in shades. In front of him is a field he has never touched before, which belongs to Lin Chen's field.

Xing Conglian's eyes swept across the page quickly and stopped quickly, because he saw that someone wrote a sentence in tiny pencil words in the gap of the book.

The handwriting is gentle, and the tone is like a murmur, but it is like falling into an abyss.

-Dear, have you made a choice?

someone asked.