Chapter 1560 Alumni Records

The campus of Columbia University.

All kinds of people walked along the path on the lawn, and the ancient buildings showed a sense of age.

The "disaster" a few days ago pressed the pause button for the lives of countless people. The whole New York City is not very peaceful at this moment. However, this storm does not seem to have affected this campus. In class, there didn't seem to be too many waves in the daily life.

After leaving the hospital, Lu Zhou, who took the flight in the North American Alliance, originally planned to go straight to Princeton after getting off the plane, but came here on a whim.

He visited here for a month and won the title of honorary professor during this month.

He also learned later that Columbia University has reserved this title for him for a century, just like Jinling University commemorates him.

Not only that, in front of the Columbia University landmark building, the Thinker Bronze Statue, stands a bronze statue that was later put up.

It was a young man with his hands behind his back, staring at the bronze statue of the thinker, immersed in the world of thinking.

That bronze statue was carved by someone else.

It was Lu Zhou himself.

Looking at the bronze statue in front of him, a trace of nostalgia floated in Lu Zhou's eyes.

"I didn't expect that they actually erected a statue for me..."

Back then at Columbia University, he stood there—in front of the bronze statue of the thinker, and under the inspiration of a flash of inspiration, he completed the famous "Theoretical Model of Electrochemical Interface Structure", and by virtue of This research won the Hoffman Medal and the Nobel Prize in Chemistry.

Because of a casual photo, he was photographed standing with the bronze statue of the thinker.

"...The eyes of a mortal see a bronze statue, but he sees the universe."

Originally, this was a tweet from a doctor of philosophy, but it was unexpected that after a century, this unscrupulous joke had been engraved on the base of the statue.

"Sir, there are historical relics, can you not touch them with your hands?"

Hearing the voice from behind, Lu Zhou, who touched the line of inscriptions with his index finger, froze for a moment, then took his hand back with a smile.

"Historical relics? Sorry, I just can't help it."

What the hell is involuntary?

There was a speechless expression on the student's face, but at this moment, when his eyes fell on Lu Zhou's face, he was dumbfounded.

"You, you are Lu Zhou?!"

Lu Zhou joked kindly.

"Replacement as fake."

"But...why are you here?"

"It's just revisiting the old place, because I don't know if there will be a chance to come again in the future." Looking at the student with distrust on his face, Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Let me stay here for a while , I will leave naturally after a while."

...

After leaving Columbia University, Lu Zhou took his little follower Ling to take the train to Princeton, and came straight to the gate of Princeton.

"commander."

"What's wrong."

"Why are you interested in some rocks."

"Stones? Are you referring to these buildings here?" Lu Zhou smiled slightly and said, "You misunderstood, I am not interested in these buildings, I just miss the old days."

Ling tilted her head, as if she didn't quite understand what Lu Zhou said.

However, Lu Zhou had no idea of ​​further explanation.

Looking at the Flint Library in front of him, Lu Zhou turned his face slightly and said to Ling.

"You wait for me here, don't move around, I will be back soon."

The pupils flickered slightly, and Ling nodded.

"As you order, Commander."

Stepping into the Flint Library, Lu Zhou immediately noticed the old man standing next to the bookshelves sorting out the bookshelves.

For a moment, he felt that the old man looked so familiar. The only difference was that the patched nightgown was gone, replaced by a rather gentlemanly suit.

Perhaps because he noticed Lu Zhou's gaze, the old man who had finished arranging the bookshelves turned around and looked at Lu Zhou who was standing not far away, with an expression of surprise on his face immediately.

Obviously, he recognized his identity.

"You came?"

"Um...you know me?"

"Are you kidding, how many people in this world don't know you?" The old man smiled, walked to the back of the front desk of the library with trembling steps, pulled out a chair and sat down, "My grandpa always Tell me that someone will come here in the future and take away his notes, so I must keep them safe for him."

When he heard this sentence, an accident was written on Lu Zhou's face, and then he smiled and said: "I will not take anything away, those things are the same wherever I put them... But I am getting more and more I think your grandpa might be a wizard."

"Maybe, I also think that old guy is always crazy, but who knows? Anyway, I was at his funeral, and I saw him go to the ground with my own eyes." Whispering, that The aged librarian continued, "Since you are not here to take your notes, is there anything I can do to help you?"

Lu Zhou: "I want to investigate something that happened a century ago."

"Are you archaeological? I didn't expect you to be interested in archaeology," the old man said with a smile. "Tell me, what do you want, as long as there is something in this library, I can probably find it for you."

Lu Zhou: "The alumni annals written by Princeton's Ivy Club, the part about a man named David Lawrence... He probably graduated around the 1920s."

Before Wang Peng woke up, Captain Xing had already learned from the San Francisco police that he had broken into David Lawrence's private house.

When he heard this name, memories about the past suddenly came to Lu Zhou's mind.

He clearly remembered that David Lawrence from the history department was his first friend when he came to Princeton, and it was he who introduced him to join the Ivy Diet Club and brought him into the Princeton campus life.

At the same time, Lu Zhou also knew that his other identity was the heir of the Boston Consortium.

It's just that what he didn't expect was that this old man who seemed to have nothing to do with the whole incident was actually the mastermind behind this conspiracy that spanned centuries.

Although the intelligence crisis has been resolved, Lu Zhou still wants to know what led him astray.

As the undisputed most elite club in Princeton University, the Ivy Diet Club has a long-standing tradition of accepting material donations from alumni as well as their personal autobiographies, and then through these autobiographies and the dictation of related people, Write an alumni blog for those former club members.

Since most of the people who can join this club are top elites in a certain field, those alumni annals are even more exciting than some history books.

"Alumni Chronicles?" The old man raised his eyebrows in surprise, "Why would you be interested in that kind of thing... But that's okay, let me look for it."

Due to the large number and variety of alumni annals, the old man rummaged through the bookshelves for a long time, and finally found Lawrence's.

Back at the front desk of the library, the old man put two books on the table.

"This one belongs to Lawrence... It's a surprise that I found yours on it."

"Mine?" Slightly stunned, Lu Zhou frowned slightly, "I don't remember... I left something like an autobiography here."

"Alumni history doesn't have to be based on autobiography. As long as you are willing to devote time and energy to this thing, you can always extract some memories about 'him' from other people's autobiographies and your own memories," the old man smiled. Said, "So just take a look at these things. Not all of them are true, and many of them are even jokes made by friends. Anyway, it is not a serious history."

"I see……"

Hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou knew it in his heart.

If there is no accident, this is probably written for him by his student Hardy.

Thinking of this, Lu Zhou, who originally planned to read this alumni annals, couldn't help hesitating.

When that guy brags, he never drafts, and he likes to say "Professor Lu said it" all day long.

Lu Zhou was not sure if he would be embarrassed by this "biography" about himself if he opened this alumni annals.

However, reason was finally overcome by curiosity. Under the eyes of the old man, Lu Zhou finally opened the title page of the biography.

When he saw the author's signature, he froze there.

【—Vera Puyui】