Redeeming The Golden Ticket To Life

'My little sparrow, time to leave the nest ... .'

Two pages in there are various random snippets that jump out to me from all those piles of papers.

(I try to test my theory.)

I pick out sheet after sheet of paper following multiple of fours as my guide.

First sheet-

'That particular night much longer to us … It was a disaster in making.

We knew we brought us trouble but science and ideas wait for none …'

Fourth sheet-

'I made the liquid solvent work on high energy. The test results show its optimal capacity to be much higher than we imagined. Is it a boon or a curse that I developed here?'

Eighth sheet-

'The quantum leap is not explained, we got ourselves a wild card here…'

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Twelveth sheet-.

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Sixteenth sheet-

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And so on.

As I moved on and read more of these sheets, my sense of deja vu becomes stronger.

(It feels weird that I hold the key to this massive words treasure chest. To hunt the clue you need a key…)

'How am I related to them? Or a better question, how are they related to Star Time System?'

There are questions in my mind whose answer lies before me.

'I NEED TO SOLVE THIS!!'

My hands move on their own. They move to their own pace. After a while, there is a rhythm to follow.

Separate the sheets, by the multiples of four ----

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Follow the rule of four till you reach 200.----

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Come back to original sheet 2----

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Fold the sheet into half----

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All the time I am totally into the puzzle. To me, now it holds more value than before.

"It can very well explain my existence, Elizabeth's existence …" I thought aloud.

I continue to delve through the rabbit hole of the paper trails …

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[POV Hu Qiang]

Its been over ten hours now since she started sorting through her parent's materials.

I saw a shine in her eyes that I usually do not get to see.

It's like a child getting her hands on her favourite candy.

'She said, it is some kind of puzzle.'

'What could it be?'

After starting to look through the sheets, she didn't move an inch from her place.

"How long it has been?" My father asked me. His eyes looked towards the study room.

"It's been eleven hours straight," I replied.

"She will fall sick, this way." He sounded deeply worried.

I can't blame my old man either, he has not witnessed, Bai Chang's work drive.

"Will she be alright?" my father asked.

"We have to take care of her food intakes; she tends to leave everything else other than her current work as her centre of focus."

"Did you look what it's all about?" My father looked at me.

"No, she invited me to look through but as I realised that the whole thing is a big puzzle, I didn't dare to mess with it," I replied as I looked towards the study room.