Fantasies That Descend on Collapse

"yes..."

Luo Chen looked hesitantly at the things on the dinner plate in front of him.

It was something that looked like schnitzel, and on the plate was a plate of yellow sauce, which seemed to be an accessory to the meal.

Picking up a fork, he inserted one of them, and after dipping it in the sauce, Luochen put it into his mouth.

It was an indescribable feeling, the texture was too elastic, and the strong smell of spices seemed to hide its own taste. Combined with what Einstein said before, he probably guessed the true identity of the thing.

If I'm not mistaken, this should be...

"Wait a minute Einstein...this thing is!"

Just before Luochen opened his mouth, Tesla covered his mouth and yelled to Einstein next to him, after observing Tesla's tableware, he already had some ideas in his heart.

On the fork next to Tesla's dinner plate, Luo Chen saw the half-bitten piece of meat.

"That's right, Dr. Tesla. This is the Rocky Mountain Oyster..."

Glancing at Tesla with some sympathy, Einstein opened his mouth with an inorganic voice and said a name that was enough to drive her crazy.

After a lapse of nearly 60 years, Tesla once again tasted something that would leave her with a lifetime of shadows.

"Sorry...excuse me..."

After hastily leaving a sentence, Tesla covered her mouth and left the dining table. Judging from her route, her ultimate goal should be the restroom of the bar.

After Tesla left, Luo Chen and Einstein sat face to face at this dining table.

"Miss Einstein..."

Looking at Einstein's almost expressionless face, Luo Chen called out his name.

Since the other party will use this meal to pay Tesla away, she must want to talk to herself about something alone.

"What do you want to talk to me... alone?"

Chapter 34 Talking

"Miss Einstein, you have tried so hard to get Tesla away from here, what exactly do you want to talk to me about?"

Putting the fork tightly in his hand on the plate, Luo Chen propped his cheek with his right hand, the smile on his face gradually disappeared, and his amber eyes, disguised as amber, were scrutinizing, staring at the seat opposite him. Einstein on.

"How do Rocky Mountain oysters taste? Are you used to eating them?"

Neither affirming nor denying, Einstein just played with his naturally curly blue hair with his hands, looked at the other party with unwavering eyes, and answered an irrelevant question.

If an outsider passed by the two of them at this time and heard what Einstein said, they might subconsciously regard the two of them as long-acquainted friends.

"Since you want to know what a Rocky Mountain oyster tastes like, why not try it yourself?"

Luo Chen frowned, reached out and picked up the fork placed next to the other party's dinner plate, used it to fork a piece of Rocky Mountain oyster from the other party's dinner plate, dipped it in the sauce, and handed it to Einstein.

"...!"

As if she didn't expect the other party to make such an unexpected move, Einstein was stunned for a while, and her mouth was slightly opened in surprise. Her face, which was expressionless from beginning to end, finally showed emotion. fluctuations.

A little helpless staring at this piece of food that was so close to him, the fried to golden brown meat was covered with yellow sauce, and the aroma gradually rushed into Einstein's nose along with the rising heat.

There is no denying that this is indeed a perfectly crafted food, regardless of the raw materials used to make it.

Looking at the piece of meat on the fork, and then at the person holding the fork, Einstein closed his eyes after a moment of contemplation, and then opened his mouth to bite down the meat that was on the fork handed to him by the other party. pieces of meat.

She closed her eyes and chewed the food in her mouth carefully. Although she had been teasing Tesla with this thing before, this was the first time she really ate such a thing.

As the chewing progressed, Einstein frowned more and more. Finally, she opened her eyes, reached out to pick up the napkin from the table, and spit all the food she chewed into it.

After wiping away the food residue from the corners of his mouth with a paper towel and taking a sip of red wine in a tall wine glass, Einstein began to talk about his experience.

"Sorry, although its taste can be said to be very good, but when I think of its raw materials, I really can't force myself to swallow it..."

This is the truth in Einstein's heart, although the Rocky Mountain oysters have been processed with superb techniques, there is no unpleasant smell at all, and the feeling of eating is almost the same as a chewy piece of meat , but Einstein really couldn't swallow this kind of thing into his stomach.

Among the many people she knew, the only person who could know the truth about Rocky Mountain oysters and eat them without any scruples was none other than Planck...

No, it seems that Planck is not the only one now...

Thinking of this, Einstein scratched his head in distress, and messed up his messy hairstyle even more.

It seems that the lady who is sitting across from her and has the same appearance as Planck also seems to have eaten the Rocky Mountain oyster, and judging from the expression on the other side...she doesn't seem to care much.

Holding the fluke mentality that the other party might not know the ingredients of this food, Einstein raised his own questions to the other party.

"Excuse me... do you know the ingredients of this food?"

"I know, it's a part of the cow's body, right?"

The other party's straightforward answer disrupted Einstein's thoughts, and her intelligent brain suddenly shut down. She just sat there, looking at the smiling face sitting opposite her with indescribable eyes. people.

"Ugh..."

After letting out a meaningless sigh, Einstein picked up the goblet again and took a sip of the red wine in it. Then, in an inorganic tone, he began to talk about what he wanted to talk to the other party alone.

"Miss Emma, ​​what I say next may seem unbelievable to you, but please don't be surprised. After all, what I say next is all true."

"Perhaps you should have heard about your appearance from Tesla. Indeed, as she said, your appearance is exactly the same as our teacher's."

Speaking of this, Einstein reached out and took out a photo from his handbag and handed it over. After Luo Chen reached out to take the photo, he found that the content printed on this photo was that of a man in a white dress. Planck playing the violin in the courtyard.

"If our teacher hadn't died in an accident long ago, perhaps even I would have mistaken you for our teacher. And what I said next is what I really want to talk to you alone content."

"Can you tell me... Is there any special relationship between you and our teacher?"

When Einstein saw the photos in Tesla's camera, she couldn't help but have this question in her heart.

As we all know, without human interference, it is almost impossible for two identical snowflakes to appear in this world, and the same is true for the same person. Perhaps the appearance of two people will be very similar, and it is absolutely impossible for them to be identical.

Because everyone is an independent individual, but at this moment, the person sitting opposite Einstein broke this common sense. The person in front of him is actually almost the same as Planck.

In order to prove that her observations were not wrong, Einstein even compared the photos of the two of them together out of a rigorous attitude, and the final result proved that her conjecture was not wrong.

The appearance of the two matched almost to more than 90%, which did not take into account any external factors.

For this reason, Einstein inevitably thought of a possible...

Could the other party be a clone of his teacher?

Of course, this thought was fleeting in her mind. At the beginning, she, Tesla and Yang buried Planck's body in a place that only they knew. The same person, who is it?

Thinking of Einstein in this way, he clenched his hands under the dining table and repeated his question nervously.

"Excuse me... do you have any special relationship with our teacher?"

After speaking, Einstein lowered his head, but her eyes moved elsewhere.

And the man who was sitting at the table behind her left and dressed in weird costumes put down the book he was holding after seeing Einstein's move.

This... is the last insurance that Einstein prepared after coming here.

"Sorry, Miss Einstein, I have nothing to do with your tutor."

Looking at the silent Einstein who lowered his head, Luo Chen slowly opened his mouth and explained everything to her.

"As you can see, I have nothing to do with you except that I have the same appearance as your mentor. Even the encounter with Tesla was just a coincidence."

"Everyone living in this world is a unique existence, not only me, but also you and Tesla, and I may be a special case, because of various reasons in the sky, the relationship between me and you is different. The teacher has the exact same features."

"I'm sure you've heard somewhere that there can't be two people who look exactly the same in this world. In other words, this saying was also created by man, perhaps People who say this, in fact, may not have encountered such a situation before."

"Just like the question you raised before, the so-called space and straight lines are nothing more than man-made fictitious concepts in the final analysis. If you must prove the truth of these statements, isn't it a bit too much to live like this?" tired?"

The words spoken by the other party reached Einstein's ears, he raised his head suddenly, and opened his eyes wide, without the sleepy look before.

She saw the person sitting opposite her, holding a goblet in his hand, the red wine in it was slightly churning with the movement of the other's hand, and there was an expression on the other's face that she missed very much.

That was Planck's smile that Einstein hadn't seen for a long time in his memory.

"Sorry... I need to excuse me..."

Standing up from his seat, Einstein bowed lightly to Luo Chen, and then ran towards the bathroom of the bar without looking back.

Because she knew that there was no way for her to continue this private conversation with the other party.

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"Do you think she has anything to do with Planck...?"

Standing behind the screen in the bathroom of the bar, Einstein raised his questions to the man in strange costumes standing next to him.

"I don't know, but I don't know why, this woman gives me a very dangerous feeling."

Reaching out his hand to take off the all-black sunglasses on his face, the man revealed his true appearance. It was none other than Walter Young, who also had a deep relationship with Planck.

"Is this woman... dangerous?"

Einstein on the side was a little surprised by Yang's evaluation of the other party, then she turned around and looked at Luo Chen who was still sitting at the dining table through the screen.

It shouldn't be so easy for the first Herrscher of this generation to make such an evaluation.

Then Einstein saw the scene where the other party was being forcefully poured red wine into his mouth by a drunk Tesla...

"This idiot..."

He turned around with some headaches, and after thinking about Tesla's actions, Einstein could only complain helplessly.

After all, Tesla after being drunk is something that even Joyce can't handle...

"Forget it, let them go. After all, for Dr. Tesla, tonight should be an unforgettable memory. After all, no matter how unscrupulous the teacher is, for Tesla, he is also her teacher. ..By the way, don't you want to get to know her?"

"Me? Forget it...if I see Planck at close range again, maybe I can't help but cry, and..."

"A party between three ladies, if I, a big man, join in abruptly, I will look very uncomfortable..."

"That's right..."

After sticking out his tongue playfully at Yang, Einstein turned around and walked out of the screen, walking towards the two who were messing around...

Chapter 35 Suspicion

Those who leave return to the feast.

With a rare smile on her face, facing someone who was already drunk, she just half-closed her eyes, and then reached out to pick up the wine bottle on the table.

Raising the glass and raising her hand, the wine in the bottle was slowly poured into the glass. Her actions at this time were as if she had rehearsed many times, elegant and precise.