Volume 2: The crown and the hat are all over the capital, and the spirit is full of energy and enter the foggy city Chapter 138 Night Terror
Chapter Subtitle: Who Knows What Happened?
"Mr. Einstein, what else can I do for you?"
"No, thank you, Frank."
In the years since the Grand Mage published the Theory of Relativity, he has received countless letters, including many from civilian scientists who wanted to "learn from" him.
So it was normal to have such anonymous letters. But it was a bit strange that someone sent him a letter just after he settled down in the Rosewood Hotel.
We... uh, our great magician of all mankind picked up the envelope and weighed it... it was quite heavy, so there must be a lot of stuff inside. Could it be that some shy folk scientist has made some major discovery again?
He picked up a paper cutter and was about to open the envelope...
"Albert, I'm hungry. Why don't we go eat first?"
"Okay, Elsa."
After putting down the envelope, Einstein went downstairs with his wife and cousin to have dinner. After he finished his meal, he went back to the study and picked up a paper cutter...
"Albert, are you free?"
"Haim, what's going on?"
His companion on the trip and one of the sponsors, future Israeli President Chaim Weizmann, said, "Oh, I want to talk to you about what we should say to President Harding after we meet so that he will express his support for our national restoration movement."
"Sure, let's go to the bar and have a drink."
"Albert, have you forgotten? The United States is now prohibiting alcohol. All that's sold in bars is 'juice'. It's really a strange country. But I did bring a bottle of whiskey with me."
"Okay, let's go to your room and talk."
The two Jews, who were enthusiastic about the Zionist movement, chatted until midnight. When Einstein returned to his room, he found that his wife had fallen asleep. He also changed into pajamas and went into the bathroom.
At this time, the Grand Mage thought of the letter of unknown origin again. Humans are so strange, if he had not been interrupted twice, he would not have taken it to heart, but now he was a little curious.
The Grand Mage picked up the envelope and the paper cutter for the third time...
“Squeak!”
He was startled by the sound and looked up. It turned out that the wind from nowhere blew the door, making a slight sound in the dead of night.
Einstein smiled to himself, shook his head, and opened the brown paper envelope with a "swish".
“Snap!”
An exquisite card fell out from the gap and landed on the desk.
He looked closely and saw that it was an extremely gorgeous parchment card with the following words written on it in complicated cursive script: DO NOT TURN OVER!
Don't turn over?!
Einstein picked up the card and turned it over subconsciously, only to see a warning on the back: DO NOT LOOK UP!
Don't look up?!
He subconsciously raised his head again...
“Crash!”
"bite!"
“Clatter…”
Frank, who was on duty at the front desk, saw the famous scientist open the elevator door himself. He was wearing pajamas and slippers, and holding a brown paper bag in his hand. He rushed to him as if his butt was on fire.
He was stunned and asked in surprise: "Mr. Einstein, you...Excuse me, are there no towels in your room?"
"Towel?" The great magician shook his wet hair and then remembered that he rushed down without even wiping his face, but he couldn't care about that now.
He wiped his face casually , held the envelope in front of the lobby manager, and asked anxiously: "Frank, quick. Quick, help me check, who sent this letter to me?!"
"Letter?" Frank looked at the letter and suddenly realized, "I'm sorry, Mr. Einstein. This letter is not for you."
"What?!" Einstein said in surprise: "It's not sent to me?!"
"Yes, this letter was left with us by another guest. A careless guy put it in the letter box in your room, so I brought it to you."
Frank said in an apologetic tone, "I just found out about it too. But seeing that it's getting late, I don't want to disturb your rest, so I decided to come get it tomorrow morning."
"Is that so..." The Grand Mage actually felt extremely disappointed, but he still asked, "Then, Frank, can you tell me who left this letter with you?"
"Well..." Frank hesitated for a moment, and finally told the distinguished guest in front of him, "Okay, it's Mr. Yuan..."
"Mr. Yuan?!" The Grand Mage naturally couldn't remember the existence of our Master Yuan. "Which Mr. Yuan?"
"Hahaha..." Frank laughed and said, "Mr. Einstein, who else could there be? There's only one Mr. Yuan on the East Coast... if not in the entire United States!"
"You mean... Neo Yuan, who caused the Wall Street explosion and gambled lavishly at New York University?!" Upon hearing this, Einstein finally remembered this legendary figure he had seen in the newspaper.
Frank nodded and said, "Yes, it's Mr. Neo Yuan, who writes novels, makes movies, and drinks the British down."
Einstein immediately shouted , "It's him! Please tell me, which room does he live in?"
"Oh, what a coincidence. He lives downstairs from you..."
Before the lobby manager could finish his words, he saw the Grand Mage turn and head for the elevator. He had no choice but to raise his voice to stop him, "Mr. Einstein, Mr. Yuan is not here tonight!"
Einstein slammed on the brakes and nearly fell to the ground because he was wearing slippers. He quickly turned around and asked, "Where is he now? I'll go find him right away."
Frank said curiously, "Mr. Einstein, this is a mistake on our part. Just let us pass it on. Or you can just give this letter to me..."
"No!" The Grand Mage hugged the brown paper envelope and said, "I want to hand it over to Mr. Yuan personally. Just tell me where he is."
"Well..." The lobby manager shrugged and said, "Okay, but he went to Richmond to attend the Spring Jockey Club..."
"Ding-ling-ling..."
Just then the front desk phone rang, and Frank picked up the phone: "Hello, this is Rosewood..."
"Oh, it's Miss Moman..."
"Well, you guys should be at the hotel tomorrow morning. Mr. Yuan wants us to put up a fresh bouquet of flowers, and he's also going to order an InterContinental breakfast for five to be delivered to the room..."
"I understand. Please rest assured, Mr. Yuan. I wish you a safe journey. Goodbye."
He put down the phone and said to the Grand Mage, "Mr. Einstein, you heard it too. Mr. Yuan will be back at Rosewood tomorrow. Why don't you go back to your room first? I'll let you know when he arrives. I think he'll be happy to see you, too."
"No!" Einstein refused without a second thought and said stubbornly, "I'll wait for him here!"
"Here? You mean the lobby?!"
"Yes, Frank. The lobby! Um, please get me a blanket... and a towel, um."
"Okay, okay, all right, Mr. Einstein."
He actually found a sofa and sat down. Then he remembered that he didn't know what was inside the envelope.
So what's inside?
Although he knew this was somewhat unethical, the Grand Mage, unable to suppress his curiosity and thirst for knowledge, took a deep breath and carefully reached into the envelope...
