Lin Xian looked at the name Liu Feng written on the white paper.
Born in 1996, not quite 27 yet, so young that he must still be in this world.
He took out his phone and searched seriously once more.
All sorts of keywords, Liu Feng, cosmological constant, Shanxi University, and so on, were all entered... but still, no relevant results were found.
"This is really strange."
Lin Xian scratched his head.
If this book could be excavated from an ancient tomb, it meant it had definitely been published. Even if it was privately funded for printing, there ought to be an ISBN and a record on file.
"Forget it, I'll make a trip to Shanxi after the New Year, find this Liu Feng's information first at Shanxi University, and then go find him to have a good chat."
Lin Xian stood up and pulled back the curtain.
It was just beginning to get dark outside, and the night lights of Donghai City were already lit.
