Return to Entropy

Chen Entropy, 26 years old, winner of the Nobel Prize in Physics, stood on the podium in Stockholm. He opened his mouth, and what came out was not a speech of thanks, but a passage of ancient Hebrew that he had never learned and had been dead for two thousand years. The birthmark behind his left ear was burning. His father, who had been missing for twelve years, had the exact same mark. His grandfather lost his memory overnight at the age of forty-seven, and his father disappeared from the world at the age of forty-seven. And he is twenty-six this year - there are still twenty-one years before the lock is closed for the last time. A Ming Dynasty manuscript, a Dead Sea scroll rubbing, and seven "nonsense" sentences hidden in seven corners of the world point to the same coordinates - Beijing, the Hall of Supreme Harmony, and noon on the winter solstice. There he pushed open the door. There was a group of people behind the door, and an old blacksmith who had been waiting for him for two thousand and five hundred years. The Garden of Eden, Shangri-La, and the Peach Blossom Spring, all the paradise memories of civilizations, all point to the same place? "Guangling San" is not a piece of music, but a key - a key left behind by the fingers of a dying man on the execution ground of Luoyang East Market 1,700 years ago after walking 144 steps. From Stockholm to Rome, from Rome to the Temple of Supreme Harmony, and from the Temple of Supreme Harmony to the door that has been hidden for 2,500 years. He didn't know that his departure would unveil the 137th reincarnation of earth's civilization - and the previous 136 times were all formatted at the last moment. Winter solstice at noon. The shadow is three feet and three minutes long. The door is in Dantian. The key is in hand. The time is counting down. He's not here to pick the lock. He came to sign up.