Chapter 102 The Sorrowful Great Man

Actually, Lin Xian thought that if he could find out when and where Mr. Adams had heard the number 42 or the concept of the cosmological constant, it might be possible to solve the mystery.

But, unfortunately.

The dead do not speak.

Lin Xian shook his head.

He turned, preparing to leave—

"Hmm?" "Hey!"

Just as he turned around, he saw an unexpected acquaintance.

Bushy brown high ponytail, vibrant large eyes, surprised lips slightly parted, and the distinctive teardrop mole at the corner of the left eye like an anti-counterfeiting mark.

"...An Qing." Lin Xian reacted half a beat late before he called out the name.

Pfft—

Chu Anqing covered her mouth and laughed out loud, her lively eyes curving into two crescent moons, cute dimples at the corners of her mouth appearing and disappearing:

"Senior Lin Xian, did you mistake me for someone else?"

"Ah..." She suddenly realized, grinning mischievously,