Chapter 1203: Chapter 48 The Game Ends (Added for alliance leader luckyluu!)_2

“The miniature nuclear battery produced in the year 2401 represents that on the timeline of The Ninth Dreamland, the global catastrophe of 2400 did not occur, and Earth remained safe.”

“So…”

“Could it be that Copernicus changed his mind and strategy because of [some event] or [someone], and deliberately postponed the time of the catastrophe by 200 years?”

Lin Xian thought about it for a moment.

Nodded.

It’s possible.

Very possible.

His first thought was, at the last Genius Club meeting, when discussing the issue of the “global catastrophe,” Galileo was clearly avoiding the topic, playing dumb, and seemed a little flustered.

“I’ve got a lead.”

Lin Xian rubbed his chin.

If Galileo changed his future plans because of [some event], then the probability is high that this event was–

“Galileo, being naturally suspicious, must have thought his plan was exposed, blown wide open.”

This is highly likely!

For the longest time, Galileo believed his future plans were well hidden, that no one had discovered them.

He really did hide it well.

Even from Lin Xian’s omniscient perspective, there wasn’t a way to capture any flaws from the questions Galileo posed–there was never concrete evidence.

But by sheer coincidence.

A casual question from Ms. Da Vinci, like a blind cat stumbling upon a dead rat, ended up exposing Galileo’s hand.

Coupled with the fact that Lin Xian specifically arranged a private chat with Da Vinci after the meeting…

“Galileo is such an extreme person that he likely believes the two of us–Da Vinci and I–have seen through his plan to trigger a global catastrophe in 2400.”

“So he temporarily changed his strategy and postponed the catastrophe by 200 years.”

This is one hypothesis.

There is another hypothesis.

If Galileo changed his original plan because of [someone],

Then, naturally,

That person could only be… Ms. Da Vinci!

“Let’s make a bold guess.”

Lin Xian closed his eyes and started envisioning:

“Perhaps something unpleasant or a conflict occurred between Galileo and Da Vinci, causing him to kill her, and for some reason, he decided to postpone the catastrophe by 200 years.”

Lin Xian couldn’t guess anything more specific.

Because he knew very little about Galileo and Da Vinci as individuals, except for sensing that Galileo seemed to have deep and complex feelings about Da Vinci… there wasn’t much else to go on.

“If that’s the case, why specifically postpone it for 200 years?”

Lin Xian continued pondering.

Considering the fact that Galileo believed humans ought to rediscover their lost “ferocity;”

While Ms. Da Vinci wanted to inspire people through exemplary behavior, championing “humanity,”

Could it be…

Galileo was really moved by the power of love, softened by Ms. Da Vinci, and decided to grant humanity 200 more years to prove their worth?

“Ha!”

Lin Xian chuckled, amused by his own absurd speculation.

It didn’t make any logical sense either.

If Galileo really were persuaded or touched by Da Vinci, why would he kill her?

“That’s not right either.”

Lin Xian shook his head:

“Right now, we’re only guessing that Ms. Da Vinci is dead, but whether she is or not, we’ll have to wait for the next Genius Club meeting in the early hours two days from now to confirm.”

He looked up at the electronic clock on the desk.

Today.

It was October 30, 2024, at 2:27 AM.

There were exactly two days until the next meeting.

Lin Xian made up his mind.

At the November 1 meeting, he’d arrive early to see exactly what’s going on with Da Vinci and Galileo.

If he has to act like a third wheel, so be it.

Even if he has to endure a few cold stares from Galileo, it doesn’t matter–he must find a way to uncover the truth behind everything.

“Tomorrow, I’ll explore the northern direction on my motorcycle for another thousand kilometers in the dream.”

“I hope to find something.”

Lin Xian stretched lazily.

Turned off the study lights and tiptoed into the master bedroom.

VV, now a chubby ball, was still snoring–Its small sleeping spot could no longer contain it.

With its current size, no one could mistake it for a Pomeranian anymore; in terms of scale, it was approaching a Bichon Frise.

“Keep it up, VV.”

Lin Xian had given up trying to restrain the greedy little creature, muttering encouragement to it:

“Shoot for the size of an Alaskan Malamute.”

“V…”

VV smiled faintly in its sleep.

Perhaps it was dreaming of something delightful.

Life really was better as a dog.

Lin Xian sighed.

VV seemed to dream happy dreams every day, while his dreams grew darker and darker.

He reached the bedside.

Kicked off his slippers.

Climbed into bed and lay down.

Zhao Yingjun was also softly asleep.

He looked at her abdomen…

Little Yu Xi had grown another month older.

“That’s wonderful.”

Lin Xian smiled, already beginning to envision the scene of cradling little Yu Xi and being a dad:

“You keep growing strong, too.”

He spoke softly:

“Mom and Dad are waiting for you.”

…

When waking during the day.

Lin Xian immediately entered the dream at 12:42 PM sharp, found the motorcycle, started it, and drove north.

After ten hours of uninterrupted high-speed travel in one direction.

By this distance calculation, he should have reached Jinan, Shandong.

Yet there were still no signs of living humans.

No fields, no homes, no traces of fires.

So it seemed.

There’s no need for any further false hopes anymore.

[The Ninth Dreamland really is a future world where human civilization is utterly extinct.]

“This is the worst future.”

Lin Xian gritted his teeth:

“The absolute worst future.”

Humanity, wiped out.

…

The second day, Lin Xian sat at his desk in the study, preparing for the Genius Club gathering in an hour.

He had already called Jask in advance.

Planning to ask Jask to pose one question for him.

“No problem, Lin Xian.”