Chapter 3 [The Secret of the Family](1/2)
A remote alley, this is an old building from the 1980s.
Chen Dong's house is on the third floor of this building.
This is the only legacy left to him by his parents' passing away, and now he lives alone.
After all, he did not take medicine specifically for the treatment of low-risk depression, so although he was relaxed and he did not feel like he was going to explode, his situation did not improve much.
He stood at the windowsill of his home, looking at the pot of cactus on the balcony, holding a cigarette in his fingers, allowing the cigarette to rise.
In fact, not all people with higher IQs can do better than others.
Because there are too many factors that affect a person's social foothold, such as emotional intelligence, personality, hobbies, background, etc.
There is never a shortage of smart people in this world. The IQ value of 163 can probably surpass 99.9% of people in society. It sounds very powerful, but in fact it is just that.
He took a strong breath of cigarette and then slowly spit it out.
But his brain can't help but analyze everything he sees, analyzing the ingredients in the smoke, including the harmful ingredients inside.
This is equivalent to that he knows more than anyone that his actions are actually equivalent to chronic suicide.
But who the hell doesn't know?
Chen Dong showed a sarcastic expression. He began to teach psychology by himself since high school.
The subconscious mind is probably very afraid that others will know that they are sick.
In fact, if people with higher IQ study hard, they will indeed be better than ordinary people.
He has been studying psychology for so many years, and now he has mastered no less than a master's degree in psychology, and even far more than those in some aspects.
For example, he has a special preference for social psychology, criminal psychology, micro-movement, and micro-expression.
So Chen Dong had a moment of smoking and understood many things.
He knows what low-risk depression is, which is a disease in which the brain cannot filter repeated information, but instead actively refines and analyzes it, and uses the knowledge he has mastered to fill the picture.
If he is an expert in biology, then walking on the street and seeing all living things will have insight into the biological forms, muscle tissue, bone tissue...
If he is a doctor, then walking on the road will see passers-by full of illnesses and even the disgusting lungs of severe smokers.
Chen Dong's university major is avionics equipment, and he studied professional knowledge such as high-frequency VHF communication, gyroscope laser navigation, etc.
Those things sound far away, but in fact, apart from aviation, these technologies and silently blend into life.
For example, mobile phone communication and navigation.
When an ordinary person makes a phone call, he may think about what the person on the other end of the phone is doing.
But if he made a phone call, what he said would turn into a modulated signal and emitted... Finally, the signal was demodulated by another mobile phone and turned into an audio sound to spread.
This is undoubtedly a very fucking thing.
Chen Dong couldn't help but take a sip of cigarettes again. He knew that someone who could do such an incredible thing must be a genius.
But he couldn't help but worry that if he continued like this, he would become a schizophrenic madman.
On one side is an ordinary personality who cannot accept infinite information and actively isolate memory, and on the other side is a genius of crazy analysis, and the two personalities are independent of each other.
Just thinking about it, the huge pressure made him breathing difficult.
Chen Dong felt that he should study philosophy, so that it might be easier to convince himself and make him feel better.
He snatched out the cigarette, turned around and sat down.
It is a very luxurious thing for him to focus on where he wants to think and to have no distractions.
But once it is done, his analytical ability will be shockingly terrifying.
Almost in that moment.
He recalled the scene when his medicine was stolen, the man's eyes, movements, and his steps were straightforward.
If you are just an ordinary pickpocket, then you should have a wallet if you want to leave, but you end up touching a box of medicine. There will be a contrast in your heart when you succeed.
If there is a habitual stealing, in that case, emotions will be deliberately hidden.
But people can never completely hide their psychological emotions. They may be reflected in their eyes or even any subtle movement, which is a body language that they cannot control.
Chen Dong had some research on micro-motion psychology, so he was 80% sure that what the thief wanted to steal was his own medicine, and he succeeded in one blow.
His eyes slowly narrowed, as if they showed their sharp edges.
Someone deliberately stole his medicine!
Who would do this?
This person knows the details of his situation, and even knows which pocket he is used to putting medicine in his clothes!
If you make such a reason, I'm afraid you've set your sights on me a long time ago.
He must find this person and figure out what's going on!
Chen Dong took a deep breath, focusing his attention on his ears, trying to listen to the movements around him, trying to observe whether anyone lurked around his home.
The person who steals his own medicine, no matter what purpose he is, must have expected that he will get sick.
What happens after you get sick?
Get the logical reasoning ability like a genius?
Or become a schizophrenic madman?
Which one is the other party’s purpose? When Chen Dong thought of this, he felt a tingling in his scalp. He immediately pulled all the windows and curtains, completely cutting off all the outside world’s sight.
Chen Dong was extremely cautious. His eyes swept through all corners of the room and tried to find pinhole cameras and eavesdroppers in the room.
The final result gave him a sigh of relief.
Chen Dong rubbed his head and smiled bitterly: "It turns out that my nerves are still too tense!"
He smiled self-deprecatingly. He was not an agent or a big shot, so how could someone monitor him?
He then poured a cup of hot water to moisten his throat.
Chen Dong picked up the remote control and turned on the TV. The TV news is reporting the latest news: "Liang Fu, the youngest chess king, suddenly disappeared in an airport hotel. The police have intervened in the investigation. According to official news, Liang Fu is preparing to take a plane to Russia to participate in the first-tier chess league. Liang Fu, who is only nineteen years old, is one of the champion candidates for the event."
He had no interest in these news at first, and Chen Dong was not interested in TV at this time.
His eyes were staring at the small alarm clock on the TV.
After his parents passed away, he lived in a relative's house and moved back to live on his own when he became an adult.
Most of the things in the house were also left by my parents.
He lived there for several years but didn't feel that it was inappropriate, but at this moment, he saw several disharmonious places.
Chen Dong's eyes tightened slightly, and he got up and looked at the alarm clock. He realized that there was something wrong with the alarm clock. The chassis of the alarm clock was Roman numerals.
But the pointer inside is too long.
Ordinary people rarely pay attention to it, that is, there are potential regulations on the length of the pointer of the clock. For example, if Roman numerals are used, the pointer will be of a shorter type.
If it is Arabic numerals 1-3-6, the second and minute hands of the clock will be slightly longer, because Arabic numerals are not afraid of obstruction.
Although some clocks are not designed according to the rules nowadays, it is because consumers are used to it and do not need to look at the numbers on the clock to identify the time.
But this alarm clock was from more than ten years ago, so this design is obviously very inconsistent.
Of course, Chen Dong didn't rule out that he was just thinking too much. After all, what he thought of today was probably more than in the previous month.
But Chen Dong couldn't help but take the small alarm clock on the TV, took off the battery cover behind it, and found that there were only two batteries that he had changed, and nothing else was wrong.
He gritted his teeth and found a screwdriver to disassemble the alarm clock.
The alarm clock is engraved with a set of dates, September 21, 1954.
That was his father's birthday, and it seemed that he had no special meaning.
But who would write in the alarm clock while you are idle?
This is something unusual!
Chen Dong immediately concluded that this was a set of codes, because he found that the pointer in the alarm clock was different from other components, and to be precise, the degree of corrosion was different.
In other words, those two pointers were replaced later, not original pointers.
Chen Dong took out the entire alarm clock and found no other clues. Only then did he assemble the alarm clock. The whole process was not difficult.
Especially for a science and engineering person like him, it is simply a slight idea.
But at the last moment when it was about to be completed, Chen Dong's hand froze.
It is obviously difficult to decipher a set of birthday codes. He must know who the person who wrote the code is, what habits and hobbies are, or why he wrote the code.
Even if his thinking is more active than most people, it is not easy to do.
But at this moment, he had a bold idea.
Is it possible that this birthday code written in the alarm clock can actually be cracked through the alarm clock itself?
After restoring the alarm clock, he frowned and took out a piece of paper, restoring the appearance of the alarm clock face on it...
After a few seconds of daze.
To be continued...