The Hongjing Library has not undergone reconstruction, and still retains the style of the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China.
In the early years, because of the help of so social charities, the collection here was even more abundant, no less than so provincial libraries or famous university libraries, especially the periodical section, reaching a very amazing number.
Lin Chen took his hand into the library, released it at the front desk, and casually introduced him to the situation of Hongjing Library and why he ca here to look for periodicals.
Xun Cong flirted, and it always sounded familiar.
Lin Chen quickly noticed, glanced at him, shook his head helplessly, and then took a half step back, a posture you knew you ca.
Xun Cong was very helpless, and ca forward to show □□, they were quickly taken to the collection of journals on the top floor.
As soon as the door opened, the volu of puppets was rushing towards the face.
The chandelier lights up from end to end, but it can't fully illuminate the huge bookshelf group that can't see the head. The vast collection of books is like a cloud of smoke, only the top window reveals a little light. Rao was in late sumr, and Xun Lian couldn't help but be shivered by the temperature here.
But Lin Chen, like no one, walked through the bookshelves like a fish, and soon, he stopped in front of the two large rows of bookshelves that belonged to psychology.
Xun Lian looked up with his gaze and reached the top.
Each layer of the giant iron fra is full of collections of docunts, with different shades of color, old and new. Obviously relying on the strength of the two of them, it is necessary to find "30: 1103-1126" from here.
So he asked Lin Chen if he needed to find soone, but received a negative answer.
Advisor Lin put his hands in his pockets and kept his head up for a long ti. His side face appeared blurred under the huge shadow of the bookshelf. He seed to be in the abyss of contemplation, but at one mont beca extrely sober, which made Xun Lianlian feel as if he was competing with an invisible opponent. Although they had never seen each other, the shadow did exist.
At this ti, Lin Chen finally spoke: "If this number really represents a docunt in an academic journal, then 30 represents the issue number or volu of a certain publication for a year, and 1103-1126 generally represents the corresponding page number ..."
Xun Lian looked up in shock and couldn't help but take a step back. "Are we going to flip through here? It's too much."
Lin Chen glanced at him, and Xun Conglian saw helpless emotion from his eyes.
"I don't read much, but you can't leave
alone!" He quickly analyzed the aning in his eyes, and replied.
However, Lin Chen turned around and left him a back.
Xing Conglian's eyes widened. He was about to speak, but realized that Lin Chen's target was a few computers by the bookshelf on the innermost side of the library.
Those few computers are probably the oldest models that can be seen in the city. The heavy monitors and the **** are used in the mouse. It is estimated that after this year, no such big guy has been seen.
But Lin Chen was familiar with it. He tapped his fingers on each keyboard and found that the screen did not light up, so he bent over and plugged in the power to the computer, and then waited a little later for the slower computer to start.
Xun Lian went over and asked, "Why not let the dynasty co to do this?"
"Because it's simple, I don't need him." Lin Chen answered.
They waited for a while before the computer turned on.
Lin Chen opened a certain academic search software, and entered the numbers at will, sorting the literature according to the amount of citations.
The computer screen is very dark, and it looks as if it is about to be powered off, and then the page slowly expands.
Xing Conglian stood beside Lin Chen and looked down.
On the screen is the dense title of the paper, 30: 1103-1126 is shown in red. Most of these numbers appear in the reference section. It seems that Lin Chen chose the direction without any problems.
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The thesis covers various fields, but Lin Chen ’s hand speed is very stable. He just keeps pulling the page down and down. During the period, Xun Lian saw two docunts related to psychology. He wanted to stop Lin Chen. When Xiang Lin Chen was found, Lin Chen's eyes were calm and peaceful. He did not hesitate to glance over the two docunts, as if he had a clear goal, but was just looking for what he wanted.
And just because Lin Chen's direction and purpose are extrely clear, the punishnt has a bad premonition. Lin Chen is too familiar with this process, as if he had experienced it.
The archive is extrely quiet, and only the desktop computer is rattling. He seems to be opening Lin Chen into another space, which makes him want to interrupt the process and fish Lin Chen out of it.
"How can you be sure that this talk about economics is not what we are looking for?" He pointed to one and asked Lin Chen.
"Because there is no connector between keywords 1103 and 1126." Lin Chen answered.
"What the **** are you looking for? May I help. And is it possible that the title you are looking for is not in English, such as French, Russian, Chinese, etc ..."
"No." Lin Chen interrupted him, and the hand dragging the mouse stopped.
"why?"
"Because English is the most commonly spoken language in the world," Lin Chen said.
Xing Conglian wanted to ask what was the most common language, but Lin Chen had already clicked on one of them, and said to himself, "I found it."
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The author is dolandt.campbell, published in "aricanpsychologist
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