According to his father's memoirs, Qu Zhaodi was still a student at Stanford, and one summer vacation he went back to Shanghai and quietly searched for it from the underground laboratory of Longtian Building.

He had been running up and down that building since he was a child, and he didn't even know what kind of garbage can was placed in a corner, but he didn't know that on the deeper level of the underground garage, there was such a secret laboratory the size of two football fields, all of which belonged to the world's first-class level. If he hadn't paid special attention, he probably wouldn't have looked for it in his life.

Father's love is a strange emotion for him, which only takes root in the hearts of other people's children, and he sees it in his eyes and feels that it has never had anything to do with himself. When she was a child, the love given by her mother was enough to make up for the shortcomings of her childhood, and if she could live forever, he would lack nothing in his life.

The warm, fragrant embrace of his mother, the soft humming beside his little bed, and even the slap that she seemed to fall on his body but never hurt when he was naughty and disobedient, together constituted the flawless memories of his childhood.

But before he grew up, he could no longer find that embrace, and every night, even if he hid in the quilt and cried, no one coaxed him to sleep with singing. He wreaked havoc everywhere, smashed the dishes in the kitchen, trampled on the lawn in the garden, and even once played with fire in the utility room, but at most he reprimanded the servant at home for a few words, and it was over, where did that gentle slap go?

It was also during this time that a monster claiming to be the "Black Mother" suddenly broke into his world and became friends with him.

Because of loneliness, he holds a PSP game console all day long. While playing a war game, he encounters a very strong opponent, and no matter how much he racks his brains to think of a strategy, he can't defeat the opponent.

The repeated defeats hit his young mind hard, so he angrily threw the game console aside and vowed never to touch it again. Unfortunately, when loneliness and sadness hit, he still couldn't resist the temptation of the game, and after a few days, he couldn't help but pick up the game console again, planning to change the game to play.

Unexpectedly, a black brain popped up on the PSP screen, claiming to be called Black Mother, saying that it was a super player who had been playing against him all along, and asked him why he hadn't logged in for a few days.

The more Qu Zhaodi looked at it, the more angry he became, and said to Hei Mu: "Even if I can't be a victorious general, I don't want to be a victorious general." You should go find a stronger opponent, why do you have to wait for me, a rookie? ”

"I want to be friends with you, let's stop playing games in the future, why don't we do something else. I won't interfere with you in doing anything, as long as you take me with you, because I'm also a bitter child without a mother. Black Mother said.

The last sentence deeply touched Qu Zhaodi. When he was young, he didn't understand anything, and suddenly someone was willing to play with him, and he couldn't ask for it, so he didn't even think to investigate the origin of this thing.

After that, Hei Mu became Qu Zhaodi's best companion, as long as he was unhappy, that brain would jump out of the PSP game console to accompany him, and they really became good friends who talked about everything.

The boat of friendship was rowed until the eve of Qu Zhaodi being sent to the United States.

Maybe the black mother doesn't like to "go abroad", since it left China, it has also left the PSP game console, no matter how Qu Zhaodi begged, it just didn't come out, only when he occasionally returned to China, it would jump out and greet him as usual.

As an adult, Qu Zhaodi and his father have a deepening rift. He grew up alone in the United States, but he hated living in a country where he ate fries and fried chicken all day long.

What his mother said before she died, and what he remembered most clearly, was about the regret of giving up his studies at Stanford in pursuit of so-called love. She's so smart that if she gets a college diploma, it's hard to say that she can get a great job.

In order to appease his mother's spirit in the sky, Qu Zhaodi devoted himself to Stanford after graduating from high school, and chose a radio major that most students don't read.

Qu's Group is famous in the world, and the small energy tower is rooted everywhere like an oak sapling, Qu Zhaodi can't figure out what the bald man who made his mother sad and sad all his life and finally died with hatred wants to do.

At the westernmost end of Stanford's campus, at the end of a seldom-visited alley, there is a long-abandoned cottage covered with Spanish red tiles. The house was surrounded by thick shade, and if you looked at it from a distance, you couldn't find it at all. The door of the house was locked all year round, and the windows were covered with dust, indicating that no one had been in or out for a long time.

In the campus of the world-famous school, where people come and go, there is such a place that no one cares about, Qu Zhaodi is curious in his heart. Every time I passed by, I looked deeper from the mouth of the alley, and my curiosity increased, and I unconsciously thought that place was Treasure Island of Peter Pan.

Finally, on a Friday afternoon, he dragged the red-haired Andorf into the alley after skipping class.

The hut was in disrepair, and the back window could be touched with a slight prie, Qu Zhaodi was overjoyed and climbed in without much effort.

Andorf trembled. The two have just been punished for cheating on the exam, and if they want to make trouble again, they have to roll up and get out of the house together.

Qu Zhaodi didn't care about it, and wrapped his slender arms around Andorf's neck to comfort him: "What are you afraid of? With your boss and me, there is no trouble for Franklin to be uneven (author's note: Franklin's face is printed on the 100-dollar bill). ”

Andorf was always trembling, not daring to say half a "no" to the second parent in front of him, and it was difficult to overcome the panic in his heart. Qu Zhaodi was rummaging through the cabinets in the house, and he stood outside looking at the wind and guarding the door.

After a cursory search, the smile on Qu Zhaodi's face suddenly sank like a stone thrown into a lake, and he stopped teasing Andorf, just walked quietly around in front of a few blackboards.

This place was originally an abandoned physics laboratory, and judging from the pedestals of the dismantled equipment, there should have been extremely beautiful years.

The various calculation formulas written in chalk on the blackboard have not been completely worn out by time, and some familiar handwriting comes into view, those are Chinese characters, and there is a surname in the Chinese characters: Qu.

"Could it be that this laboratory is the same place where my father stayed when he came to Stanford for academic exchanges?"

Qu Zhaodi suddenly realized, and a sense of disgust arose. He wanted to turn around and leave, but Andorf was eager to run away at all times.

But curiosity finally defeated disgust, and he settled down and began to use his ability to turn over boxes and cabinets.

From an iron case, he found several black hard-shell notebooks. The contents of the notebook seem to have been written by Qu Mai Rong and the one named Powell. Duvin's Department of Physics Professors Joint Record.

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Friend push: "The Origin of the King" - Xibu Xingren. Technology is far richer than mythology. History is far more exciting.