dear archimedes

Chapter 1 Archimedes' Fairy Tale (1)
At the end of winter and the beginning of spring, the temperature is still very low, but the sky is as blue as if washed with water.It snowed heavily a few days ago, and the mountains and forests under the blue sky were covered with snow, and it was quiet and beautiful.

Zhen Ai has no time to take care of it.When I got out of the car, the cold air hit my face, and my calves were numb from the cold.Subconsciously, she wrapped her woolen coat tightly and walked quickly to the castle in front of her.

There is only the howling wind in the sky.

Against the backdrop of white snow, the European-style castle on the opposite side is clean and elegant, like the place where the prince and princess live in a fairy tale.

But there are too many windows in the castle, at first glance it looks like human eyes, dark, staring straight at Zhen Ai in the middle of the snow.

Who would live in such a weird place?

Zhen Ai put aside the strangeness in her heart, and took out a business card from her pocket.Black text on a white background, without any decoration or color, handwritten in classical English Spencer script——

SA Yan
The Man of Letters
His name is Yan Su.

Bai Xue reflected the dazzling light on the card, folding it into her dark eyes.

She was a little surprised when she got the business card from Owen.Decryption expert, logician, behavior analysis expert, special advisor to FBI and CIA, plus a bunch of countless titles, only this concise description falls on the business card,

The Man of Letters, academics?decryptor?
It seems low-key, but it is actually proud.

Zhen Ai walked up the thick stone steps and rang the doorbell.The maid with dark yellow skin opened the door, transcribing pure Southeast Asian English and said: "Please wait a moment, I will tell the sir. Please do what you want, but it is best not to."

Zhen Ai nodded in thanks, but thought to herself that the last sentence sounded like the tone of the owner.

Sure enough, when she turned her head, she saw black and white characters on the wall on the right side of the entrance, the same font as that on the business card——

You may suit yourself, but do not!

Feel free to, but better not!
What an arrogant guy.

The room was well heated, so she ignored the coat rack by the door, unbuttoned it, loosened the scarf, but did not take off a piece of clothing.

The interior of the castle is warm and clean, and the decorative structure is in the Renaissance style.There are many windows, the sky is bright but not glaring, softly reflected on the famous paintings that have gone through vicissitudes, and the room smells of time.

10 minutes passed, and there was no sign of the owner.She went up the stone steps of the hall, took a few steps, and caught a glimpse of a colored light at the end of the corridor.

The exit is another world, where colorful light flows down from the high sky like a waterfall, and everything is enveloped in a layer of faint colored light curtain.

In front of it is a spacious round hall, surrounded by wooden bookshelves from the ground floor to the roof tens of meters high, and tens of thousands of books are placed in a circle from top to bottom.Different heights and different colors, like colorful candies, waiting quietly for someone to taste.

There are two spiral stairs on both sides of the bookshelf, and there is a circular corridor every two meters from bottom to top, which is convenient for taking books.

Looking up, there is a large circular stained glass window above the head, through which the white sky light penetrates, turning into colorful waterfalls of light.

She had never seen such a large private library, and the ancient fragrance of books seemed to contain the power of time washing.

She took a deep breath before looking at a white grand piano in the middle of the library.Putting the piano in this kind of place, the master's interest is really strange... Her footsteps stopped suddenly, and she saw the young man sitting behind the piano stand.

At about 24 years old, with deep eyes, fair complexion, and delicate and eye-catching facial features, as if carved by God himself.The face with deep contours like a Westerner looks like an English nobleman walking from a classical oil painting.Especially those light brown eyes, clear and clear, like the lofty autumn sky.

Just one glance made Zhen Ai's heart "pop".

When he saw someone coming, his expression was indifferent, he didn't pay attention, he just stared at Zhen Ai with a pair of dull eyes, his black eyelashes drooped, looked her over, and calmly looked away.

That look was too subtle, Zhen Ai always felt that he was judging something, but then she thought maybe she was superstitious.

When I walked around the piano, I realized that he was not sitting on the piano bench, but in a wheelchair.

He is tall, wearing a light-colored sweater and trousers, folded in a wheelchair, but very comfortable, drawing tadpoles on the stave, composing music?Zhen Ai couldn't help but regret that such a good-looking young man is... disabled?
He might be thinking of the place of inspiration, so he buried himself in the writing, seemingly forgetting the existence of Zhen Ai.When he wrote somewhere, he thought of something, and reached for the book on the piano stand.

Seeing his difficulty in movement, Zhen Ai subconsciously wanted to push his wheelchair, but just as she stretched out her hand, she remembered that this kind of "kindness" was impolite, and ended up with her hand hanging in the air, neither embarrassed nor embarrassed.

He looked at her withdrawing hand, and looked up at her after a long silence, his light-colored eyes were indifferent but could not hide their sharpness, with a hint of probing.

Zhen Ai was taken aback by him, so she spoke first: "Hi, I'm looking for Mr. Yan Su."

"I am."

Zhen Ai was stunned.Before coming here, I heard some rumors about Yan Su. He has a withdrawn personality and no friends. He lives in a mysterious castle in the mountains all year round.She naturally imagined a hunchbacked old man with a hunched figure and a bony face, carrying an old kerosene lamp, walking through the dark corridors of the gloomy old castle, and a string of will-o'-the-wisps flashed through the black windows.

She knew that Yan Su, who had the same pronunciation as "serious", was of Chinese descent, so she took it for granted that he was a very old man. When she saw this young man, she thought it was Yan Su's son.Who would have expected such a legend to be so young?

"Bring me the white book on the shelf at the back." His voice was deep and clear, like some kind of musical instrument, "It's facing you, row 13 from bottom to top, row 5 from right to left Book."

Zhen Ai went over to bring the book, he took the book, took a deep breath calmly, his gaze fell on her rosy white hand, and he asked nonchalantly, "Did you wear gloves?"

This sudden question made Zhen Ai stunned for a moment, "No." Looking down, the skin on her hands was reddish and white due to the frequent switching between hot and cold.

The man in the wheelchair took out a handkerchief from his pocket, and carefully wiped the place on the book cover that Zhen Ai touched just now.

Zhen Ai: "..."

He raised his eyes, saw her watching, and explained calmly:

"Human hands will secrete oil, which may be saturated fatty acid and unsaturated fatty acid due to different human body constitutions. Generally speaking, it is slightly acidic. The book itself has a protective film, which can be touched by people without wiping it clean. destroy……"

He saw the girl's eyes opened wide in surprise, so he closed his mouth halfway through the speech, and remained silent for a while: "Pretend I didn't say anything."

Zhen Ai laughed.

Yan Su Qingjun's face turned pale for a moment: "What?"

"fine."

Zhen Ai smiled, and remembered Owen's reminder—"Don't take the initiative to shake hands with him, because he will tell you that there are millions of bacteria on people's hands, including hundreds of thousands of coccus, bacillus, spirochetes, and bacteria There are also fungi and even viruses. Studies have shown that women have more types and quantities of bacteria than men. Therefore, it is unfair for international etiquette to place the handshake initiative between men and women on women. In order to respect each other, people should avoid Physical contact, especially hands."

Zhen Ai handed him the big envelope: "Owen asked me to come, and he said you can help me. I'm sorry to trouble you."

Yan Su took it, rubbed it with his fingers slightly, it was very textured, opened the envelope and took out a card with a dozen rows of densely packed numbers "98. 23. 15. 85. 85. 74. 66. 93..."

"Is this envelope yours, or did it come with this card?"

"It's mine. The card was not packaged, and it was stuffed directly under the door." Seeing that he was thinking, Zhen Ai added, "I am also surprised that there is no envelope when sending the card."

"The material of the paper can reveal a lot of information. The card is a very ordinary thin-pound single-gloss paper," he squinted slightly, and raised the envelope, "but this kind of hand-folded rice paper can only be obtained in a workshop in Chinatown."

"You can see so much in one envelope?" Zhen Ai raised her eyebrows in surprise.

This reaction caught Yan Su's eyes with a little indifference - she was slightly surprised, that is to say, her expression lied.

He looked away, put the envelope and card on the piano cover, and stopped talking.

Zhen Ai handed him another few sheets of paper: "Owen said that you don't help people who don't understand them solve problems. This is my resume."

Yan Su took it and quickly flipped through it, put it on the piano, but still didn't speak.

Zhen Ai felt that it was strange for him to talk more and then less. Just as he was about to ask something, the maid walked in and said to Yan Su, "Mr. Owen is here."

When Owen came in, he looked at Zhen Ai with a warm smile at the first sentence: "Ai, how did the talk go?"

Unexpectedly, Yan Su cut off the words: "I have something to tell you." He didn't care about Zhen Ai's intentions at all.

Owen was stunned, and smiled at Zhen Ai apologetically, with an embarrassed look on her face; Zhen Ai didn't mind, said "Excuse me" and left first.

Owen waited for Zhen Ai to leave before going to Yan Su's side and kicking his wheelchair: "Can you change your habit of finding comfort in a wheelchair when you encounter difficult things?"

Yan Su picked up the card with two fingers, and said, "This friend of yours is not the client, she didn't receive this."

Owen paused, he knew Yan Su's character well, he only took some cases that the client came to entrust in person.

"Did you make a mistake? What if..."

"Why are you so nervous? I didn't say I refused."

Owen opened his mouth wide, more surprised than before,
Yan Su is very old-fashioned, he only does things according to his own rules, since he thinks that Zhen Ai is not a client and has lied to him, why does he agree instead?
"why?"

Yan Su opened the piano cover, and drew a string of brisk tunes with his slender, fair fingers. He said slowly, "Because she accepted the witness protection plan, and she is the witness you are responsible for protecting."

Owen was seen through by him, and his back jumped in shock. How could he care about watching him play the piano?He pushed his hand away, closed the piano cover with a snap, and stared at him: "She's not..."

He wanted to deny it, but soon realized that lies couldn't escape this guy's eyes.

Yan Su raised the cover of the piano again, and played the piano calmly, with a deep and deep voice, which was indescribably melodious with the sound of the piano:
"Her right hand was injured, she was imprisoned and abused, she was very vigilant, and could use a pistol. One or both of her parents should be experts at the top of the pyramid in a certain field, and she died.

She has received professional self-protection or defense training, and understands basic cryptography. Unlike the journalism major on her resume, her real major should be biology, with a bias towards cell research or pharmaceuticals.The level of professionalism may be comparable to that of her parents. "

"How long have you been with her? 10 minutes, 5 minutes?" Owen was dumbfounded, "How do you tell?"

"Obviously." Yan Su looked at him calmly, the multicolored sky fell on his light brown eyes, the brilliance was faint, and the dust was washed away.

It's not obvious... Owen opened his mouth, he was so mean to ask him.

Although I have seen his indifferent tone that can be seen through at a glance countless times, and I want to shake his neck and strangle him to death countless times when he says it is obvious, but like countless times, Owen really wants to know what the words are. How did you find out.

He leaned against the piano and made a gesture of invitation.

Yan Su's wheelchair slid back, the light from the stained glass window reflected a touch of blue in his light-colored eyes.

"You gave me the same profile as on my resume. Sorrel Fraser University, Graduate Journalism and Mass Communications. But the reality is...

Not wearing gloves in such a cold day may reduce the sensitivity of your fingers, and you will be caught off guard when an emergency occurs.The temperature in the room was very high, and she did not take off her coat and scarf even though she was sweating. She felt insecure and was ready to leave at any time.

The trousers were loose and unwrinkled, and it was cold and snowy outside, but she didn't wear boots.There is something hidden in the bottom of the trousers, and it looks like a gun in outline.Students carry guns?Won't.If it is a key protection object, it is another matter.

It's been more than an hour from the city center, and her coat has no creases from the seat belt.

You don't wear a seat belt, because the agent has to maintain the fastest reaction speed when he is on duty, and the seat belt takes time and sometimes gets stuck.She didn't learn from you, she is worried about emergencies.She has mild persecution paranoia, which is the most common reaction in the initial stage of witnesses changing their identities. "

"When she came in, she scanned the books on the bookshelf. When she saw the news books, she didn't stop there like reading other books. She was not interested. But when she saw the area of ​​cell biology and pharmacology, her eyes stayed for more than five seconds, and her right hand was unconsciously on the envelope. She is not only reading, but also memorizing the title of the book. This is the habitual knowledge intake and supplementation of her major.

She stands with her right hand on top of her left and is not left-handed.But I used my left hand to pass things to me, and later to hold books, because I wanted to cover the electric shock forceps scar on my right wrist. "

Owen was dumbfounded, he made too many inferences. When he took over Zhen Ai, the information he got was not so comprehensive.At that time, he only knew that she was a high-level figure who was hunted down by a dark organization.At a young age, he has mastered the most core and secret scientific research technology.It is precisely because of her high use value that the CIA is willing to protect her.In other words, master and use.

He said fluently: "In addition, her hands smell of medical beeswax oil and talcum powder. Beeswax oil is used by people who often disinfect their hands and need to protect their skin from dehydration, and talcum powder is used by people who wear rubber gloves for flexible work. Yes. She is a surgeon? No. Doctors need 12 years of professional study, and she is at most 22 years old;
Combined with previous ideas, she is a laboratory researcher of cell biopharmaceuticals. "

"You care about her, that's enough to show the problem."

He picked out the first page of his resume, tilted it to the light, and a transparent imprint floated on the white paper, "Before printing, she wrote something on the previous sheet of this paper. A student of mass media keeps a telephone conference Using Morse code?

As for her parents, I only thought of it after I saw your expression and confirmed that she was the target of witness protection. "

"She is still doing related experiments, which shows that she has mastered the core knowledge and technology in this field. But in the field of biological research and pharmacology, there is no such thing as a genius. The key is experience and accumulation. She is so young, and it is only possible that her parents passed it on. In addition And the most important point," Yan Su stared at Owen suspiciously and probingly,

"Suddenly a girl I don't know appears next to you. It's not your girlfriend, but you are very concerned about her safety, and you asked me to unlock her childish password. Overqualified."

He snorted disdainfully and concluded:

"The most likely scenario is that the parents defected from an organization, were killed, and handed over all the secrets to their daughter before they died. The daughter exchanged for witness protection."

There was silence in the empty library, and the four words "amazing" were written on Owen's surprised face.

"Of course there are other possibilities." Yan Su smiled strangely, staring at him with dark eyebrows, "For example, she works part-time in a shop that sells beeswax oil. Biological pharmacology. Rebellious personality, not wearing a seat belt, wearing a fake gun to scare people. At the same time, it has a strong persecution paranoia... Contradictory? I concluded that it is the one with the most possibility."

He inadvertently showed his conceit, "Your expression told me the answer. Thank you!"

Owen's face darkened.

He added in a nonchalant manner: "So, expressiveness does more harm than good."

Owen is angry, do friends who grew up with him still put on a poker face?

Yan Su got up and put the white book back on the wall of the bookshelf.

Owen lowered his head and poked his fingers on the piano keys, the notes were out of tune: "Very powerful, but you are wrong about one thing."

Yan Su turned to look at him.

"She was not an initial witness. It has been five years. The previous agents who protected her died in the line of duty."

Yan Su looked at him quietly for a while, and said in a low voice, "Owen."

"Ok?"

"A piece of advice for you."

Owen listened with pricked ears.

"Be careful not to die."

"..."

After Yan Su finished speaking, he tidied up the papers on the piano stand, and Owen looked at the card that Zhen Ai sent over, and asked, "Aren't you going to read it?"

Yan Su was casual and didn't have much interest.

Owen leaned over to get Zhen Ai's resume, high school and before in Europe, college and after in the United States, monotonous and plain.He tilted the paper slightly and followed the light, and sure enough, he saw traces on the paper.Although there are variants of the symbol, there is no doubt that it is Morse code,
(End of this chapter)