Ruyizhai

Wu Xingchen washed up briefly in the special car, changed his clothes, ate some breakfast, and rushed to the No. 9 conference hall of the museum. with an old man.Above his seat hangs a "Jack Montgomery" nameplate.Wu Xingchen walked to the seat with his name tag on it and stood there.

Virtual banners were hung on the four walls of the conference hall, with red background and yellow characters, which were exactly the same from style to content: Warmly celebrate the 300th anniversary of Simon Lord's birth and the successful opening of the mobilization meeting! !

The air was filled with colorful balloons and confetti, and the salute exploded silently at 30-second intervals, throwing more confetti.

Two staff members in the clothes of the Ministry of Internal Affairs came in pushing a small table with a tall champagne tower on it. They put the table against the wall and projected the portrait of Simon Lord on it. Just walked out.

Jack Montgomery looked at Wu Xingchen, the two smiled at each other, and both took out their business cards, they approached, shook hands, and greeted each other.

"It turns out that you are the staff member who is writing the life story of Simon Rhodes. I read some from the curator and dug very deeply. The historical nodes and the turning points of Simon Rhodes' creative direction are captured very well." said Jack Montgomery approvingly.

Wu Xingchen said: "You came so early." He said modestly, "You are overrated. When it comes to the research on Simon Lord, you are the master."

He asked: "I heard that you are about to launch a biography of Simon Lord in cooperation with Culture Publishing House?"

Jack Montgomery stroked the two gray beards on his lips, with a smile in his eyes, and said, "It's already in preparation," he took out a metal cigarette case from his pocket, blinked at Wu Xingchen, and Looking like an old urchin, "Is smoking allowed here?"

Wu Xingchen said: "Smoking is not prohibited on the working floors of the museum. The hobbies of several staff members are fancy blowing smoke rings." He looked at the cigarette Jack Montgomery pulled out of the cigarette case, scratched the bridge of his nose, and said with a smile , "But they are all electronic toy cigarettes."

Jack Montgomery bit his cigarette and took out a matchbox. A silver saw blade on the box flashed in front of Wu Xingchen's eyes. Wu Xingchen was slightly surprised: "You also use matches..."

Jack Montgomery lit his cigarette and asked him with a smile: "Do you know anyone else who also uses matches and smokes tobacco?" He laughed twice, and then said: "He must be a writer too! Writers have always been famous in any era." No escape from anxiety! Either they smoke, they drink, or they're addicted to something addictive, and psychic dependence is their safe haven, where they escape deadlines!"

Wu Xingchen smiled, but didn't answer.Jack Montgomery patted him and said, "Let me tell you about the idea of ​​the upcoming biography."

Wu Xingchen was flattered: "This...is it okay? The biography hasn't been published yet...this..."

"The biography will be written in the form of a conversation between Jack Montgomery and Simon Lord that transcends time and space."

Wu Xingchen nodded again and again: "What a wonderful idea!"

Jack Montgomery looked at a banner on the wall and said, "I started creating it a month ago, and now I'm at the end. If nothing else, it will be finished in three days."

"That's really looking forward to it!" Wu Xingchen said, "It might catch up with Simon Lord's birthday exhibition."

"This is the goal of the Cultural Publishing House." Jack Montgomery asked Wu Xingchen, "I heard that you got a copy of Zhu Nanxi's private diary."

"Yes, do you need it for data collection?"

"No, no need, the Simon Rhodes that appears in the private diary belongs to the Simon Rhodes seen from the perspective of Junan Xi, and the conversation between Jack Montgomery and Simon Rhodes belongs to the Simon Rhodes seen by Jack Montgomery Rhodes."

Wu Xingchen nodded, and Jack Montgomery asked him, "Have you started watching it yet?"

"Not yet. After I got it, I sent it back to the museum. I will start reading it after today's meeting."

"I heard it was found in an antique shop?"

"Yes."

Jack Montgomery said: "Simon's former friend Li Mingxi mentioned in the memoirs that when Zhu Nanxi passed away, this private diary was buried with her..."

Wu Xingchen said: "I heard Li Chengcheng, a descendant of Li Mingxi, said that Simon Lord and his four wives have no children, and the cemetery where he was buried with Ms. Zhu Nanxi has always been taken care of by the descendants of the Li family. In the last few years of the machine revolution, there were frequent battles, everyone was in danger, and the cemetery was blown up. Afterwards, the Li family hurriedly evacuated the earth with the Earth Army, and then returned to the earth. It was ten years ago that the cemetery was found. It’s over, it’s already a wilderness there.”

Jack Montgomery said: "It's a blessing to have the diary back."

Wu Xingchen nodded, and Jack Montgomery said again: "For the earthlings and mechanical bodies who died in the revolution, let's mourn in silence."

The two bowed their heads and mourned for half a minute. The door of the conference hall opened and people came in one after another. Wu Xingchen and Jack Montgomery shook hands and returned to their respective seats.

At 9:56, all participants arrived.Everyone stared at the bracelets on their hands, and the time continued to move forward every minute, and no one spoke.

At 10:00, Xiaoyue took the lead in applauding, and everyone applauded. Xiaoyue said: "Welcome everyone to participate in today's mobilization meeting for the special exhibition dedicated to the [-]th anniversary of Simon Lord's birth. Now let's welcome the representatives of the Ministry of Culture first."

A young man sitting under the signboard "Representative of the Ministry of Culture" waved to the crowd.The man said: "Thank you for the sincere invitation of the Earth Museum, and thanks for the indelible contributions made by the museum to this conference. The Ministry of Culture will be your solid backing. Let the Ministry of Culture and the Earth Museum work together to create an event with cross-age significance. , an extraordinary exhibition!"

Xiaoyue applauded and said, "Thank you for the support of the Ministry of Culture!"

The crowd applauded.

Xiaoyue went on to introduce: "Let us welcome the representatives of the Cultural Publishing House."

A young woman waves.The woman said: "Thank you for the sincere invitation of the Earth Museum and the kind guidance of the Ministry of Culture. It is because of the matchmaking of the Ministry of Culture that this exhibition can truly implement humanistic care. The museum is not just an exhibition of ancient times. The place of civilization, the museum is the continuation of culture, the cradle of civilization, and the treasure ship full of human thoughts. Culture Publishing House will spare no effort to provide any necessary help for this exhibition, and fully open the exclusive portrait and font of Simon Rhodes. The right to use the exclusive aphorisms to help the exhibition!"

Xiaoyue applauded and said, "Thank you for the full support of the Cultural Publishing House!"

The crowd applauded.Xiaoyue introduced: "Let us welcome the writer Jack Montgomery."

Jack Montgomery waved.He said: "Thanks to the Earth Museum, the Ministry of Culture and the Cultural Publishing House for their support. The Cultural Publishing House has taken good care of Jack Montgomery's first novel since it was published. It can be said that without the help of everyone in the Cultural Publishing House, it would be impossible. Jack Montgomery is not as famous as a writer today, as the guest speaker of this exhibition and the author of the upcoming biography of Simon Lord, I would like to thank the publishing house for its trust and meticulous care."

Xiaoyue applauded and said: "Thanks to the writer Jack Montgomery for taking time out of his busy schedule and spare no effort to cooperate with the museum's work!"

Everyone applauds.Xiaoyue introduced: "Let us welcome the writer Park Sung-min."

Park Sung-min waved his hand.He said: "Thanks to the Earth Museum, the Ministry of Culture, and the Cultural Publishing House for their support, and thanks to Jack Montgomery for his recommendation. It is a great honor for Sansheng to participate in the curatorial work of this conference. Thanks to Jack for his tireless creation, and thanks to his 80-year-old , 80 years old is the pinnacle of creation, all the past and all the memories in the past 80 years will become the source of inspiration, isn’t the essence of any creation and any writing is to trace memories?”

Everyone applauds.Wu Xingchen was also applauding, his bracelet vibrated, and he glanced, a newsletter scrolled around his wrist: the proposal to abolish drinking in gathering places was officially passed, effective immediately.

Two Interior Ministry workers came in and removed the champagne tower.The portrait of Simon Rhodes flew under a banner, and Simon Rhodes in air force uniform looked up into the distance, his eyes full of pity and sorrow.

The water glass in the hand of the representative of the Ministry of Culture was poured on the table, and everyone went to help clean it up. They wiped the table with their sleeves, took off their coats and wiped the floor. Soon, the table and the floor were cleaned up.The meeting continues.Wu Xingchen returned to his seat.

Xiaoyue introduced the editor Francis Truman.Wu Xingchen sat intently, listening to people's words of thanks, who they thanked, and applauding.It was already 11:30 when all the exhibitors finished their introductions.

Xiaoyue showed everyone a paper book with a red cover: "One of the new exhibition layouts in this exhibition is this long-lost private diary of Zhu Nanxi. Anyone who is familiar with Simon Lord knows that his fourth Mrs. Ren began to keep a diary after she learned that she had lung cancer, and the diary followed her into her eternal resting place. Unfortunately, because of the second machine revolution, Zhu Nanxi's home was destroyed and the diary was lost. This diary It was acquired by the museum through legitimate channels. I believe its release will attract a lot of attention from the outside world.

"Another newly added arrangement is a one-to-one restoration of the garage of Simon Lord's former residence. He often created in the garage during the war. The garage will be exhibited in the No. [-] courtyard of the museum. The technology-restored Simon Lord faced each other and watched the master's demeanor up close."

"The current progress of the exhibition has been sent to your terminals. So do you have any questions?"

Everyone was smiling, and no one asked any questions.

Xiaoyue also smiled: "Then today's mobilization will end here."

Everyone got up, shook hands with each other, and greeted each other. Jack Montgomery greeted Wu Xingchen from a distance, and walked out of the conference hall talking with Pu Xingmin.Wu Xingchen also went out. When he arrived outside the conference hall, Xiaoyue stopped him and handed the diary to him. The two walked to Department No. [-]. Xiaoyue said: "When I received it on Friday, I was off work. It’s been kept in the curator’s office, and it hasn’t been scanned into storage yet.”

In front of Department No. [-], Xiaoyue asked, "Have you found the person who burned the antique shop?"

Wu Xingchen sighed: "It's a long story, let's talk after get off work."

Xiaoyue patted him: "Officer Wu Xingchen, pay attention to rest after work."

She pointed to her eyes.Wu Xingchen entered the department, took out a bronze mirror from the cabinet and looked at it, his eyes were frighteningly red.The bracelet vibrated, and the white cat jumped out to remind him: Don't forget to see a doctor at noon, pay attention to your health, drink more carrot juice to protect your eyes!Meow!

Wu Xingchen connected to the terminal of the museum, turned on the voice mode, and put the diary on the glass table in the center of the department. A white light was lit under the table, and he said: "Scan the whole book, the file name is Zhu Nanxi's private diary, the owner Junanxi, writer Simon Lord's fourth wife, profession, writer's wife."

A female voice from the department asked, "This is the first time Zhu Nanxi's private diary has been put into storage. Will handwriting be identified?"

"Carry out handwriting identification and scan the whole document at the same time."

A piece of white light pressed down from the top of the table and landed on the diary.

One minute later, the result of the handwriting identification was displayed in mid-air, and the female voice reported at the same time: "The result of the handwriting identification is less than 1% similar to the handwriting of Zhu Nanxi in the terminal file, and cannot be matched with any handwriting in the terminal file. Do you want to continue?" Scanning? Is the file still saved as 'Nancy Chu's Private Diary'?"

Wu Xingchen looked at the comparison between the handwriting retrieved from the private diary and Zhu Nanxi's handwriting in the terminal, and pursed his lips.He said: "Xiaoyue, the curator of the recipient, edited the short message, and the handwriting identification result of the terminal, the diary was not written by Zhu Nanxi, did you do the identification after receiving the diary?"

After waiting for three seconds, Xiaoyue did not reply, and Wu Xingchen said again: "Recipient, all staff of the Earth Museum, please inform that Wu Xingchen, member of No. [-] of the Appraisal Section, has something to go to the field."

He took the diary, and without waiting for Xiaoyue's reply, he disconnected the terminal from the museum and drove to No. 261 Raspail Avenue.

The glass windows of the antique shop hadn't been repaired yet, so you could look into the shop from the street, but you couldn't see the furnishings inside the shop clearly, it just felt dim and chaotic.

Wu Xingchen found the doorbell and rang it twice, but no one answered.He grabbed the window and shouted in: "Ruyi Zhai?"

No one agreed.Wu Xingchen muttered: "Is it still in New York? Where is New York? I have to ask Clara." He turned to leave, but suddenly his collar was lifted, and in an instant he was nestled in a gap between a book and a book, looking at a street .

A gust of wind blows on the depressed Raspail Avenue, and a dead leaf slowly falls.

Ruyizhai was next to him, Wu Xingchen looked at him and asked, "What... are you doing?"

Ruyi Zhai said coldly: "I was almost startled by you."

"What do you mean?"

Ruyi Zhai said: "A middleman in New York bought a batch of Type II robots a month ago, and the robots have been sold one after another in this month. One of the customers asked him to modify the robot's appearance and internal program. "

"This client is the man behind the scenes you are looking for? Who is it?"

Ruyizhai rolled his eyes: "You guys who are so trustworthy and trustworthy think that the middleman should sell his customer information out of sympathy for the loss of the antique shop?"

Wu Xingchen rubbed his throat, then looked outside again: "Then... what does this have to do with you hiding behind the bookshelf and pretending that there is no one in the store?"

"The news has been released. There are still many printed editions of Zhu Nanxi's private diary in the antique shop at No. 261 Raspail Avenue." Ruyizhai kept his eyes on Raspail Avenue, "There are people guarding the back door, anyway. , if this person’s goal is to destroy this diary, then he will definitely appear, this is called waiting for a rabbit.” After Ruyizhai finished speaking, he looked at Wu Xingchen: “What are you doing here?” He smiled and approached Wu Xingchen, “Yes It’s not that you can’t read the diary, so you plan to buy a dictionary?”

Wu Xingchen took out the diary and said, "Just now I was scanning the diary into the warehouse and doing handwriting identification. This diary was not written by Zhu Nanxi."

Ruyizhai's eyes widened: "Impossible, the one for the museum is the original." He snatched the diary, flipped through it, read two pages, laughed, and threw the diary to Wu Xingchen , and grabbed a book from the pile of books behind him and handed it to him: "Turn to the second page, compare."

Wu Xingchen turned both books to the second page. Ruyizhai conjured up an oil lamp and lit it with a match. Wu Xingchen looked at his matchbox: "Where did you get this matchbox?"

"what happened?"

"Is there any special meaning to this silver saw blade?"

Ruyizhai pointed to the two books and said, "Let's not discuss this first, look at the second and third lines. This is the printed version of Zhu Nanxi's diary. This is the one you said you had done handwriting identification, not the one written by Zhu Nanxi."

Wu Xingchen looked back and forth, exclaiming: "Why is the content different??"

The second and third lines in the printed version read: Simon does not believe in the possibility of communication between machines and humans, but this does not prevent him from writing one book after another about communication bringing peace.Neither Simon nor I believe in the coming of the age of peace. We believe that the moment the first war of mankind begins, the war cannot be stopped, and peace will never come.The genes of war are imprinted in everyone's genes, but "believing in peace" can bring us wealth and fame.In addition, Simon's condition was a bit repeated today. The doctor came and injected him with some sedatives. The toxin had already invaded his brain.His creative passion grew day by day.

But the diary that Wu Xingchen brought did not contain this paragraph.

Wu Xingchen murmured: "Simon Rhodes doesn't believe in peace, and he... what disease does he have?"

Wu Xingchen wanted to look down, but Ruyizhai stopped him and asked, "Who will handle the diary after it is sent to the museum?"

"The curator said she had been in her office all the time, and then the diary was taken to the conference room during the mobilization meeting this morning."

Ruyizhai asked: "Who is attending the meeting?" He rubbed his chin and muttered, "Publisher? Editor? To hide this past? Relatives? To protect Simon's reputation?"

Wu Xingchen said: "There are representatives from the Ministry of Culture, representatives from the Cultural Publishing House..."

Ruyi Zhai said impatiently: "Say the name."

Wu Xingchen reported a series of names: "Jack Montgomery, Pu Xingmin, Li Chengcheng, Zhou Junbao, Francis Truman, Atley Watteau, and Xiaoyue..."

Ruyizhai signaled him to stop, his eyebrows moved, and he muttered: "It seems to be him."

Ruyizhai smiled and went around to the outside of the shelf. There was a glass counter, and the table was full of all kinds of globes. Ruyizhai grabbed a pipe from among the globes and bit it, and pulled one from the hanger on the wall. Windbreaker, grabbed a flat hat from the cabinet behind him and put it on, snapped his fingers, strode out, and said, "Let's go, Watson."

"Watson? Who is Watson?" Wu Xingchen chased him out.