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Could it be that relying on Qin Luo's open mouth?
To be honest, Richard wouldn't believe it...

Judgments based.?

Hearing Richard's words, a bright smile suddenly appeared on Qin Luo's face.

"Please look at another photo..."

Qin Luo pressed the button, and another photo of the black hole appeared on the screen.

Different from the previous photo, in the current photo, the orange light is almost swallowed up.

"All of you here are smart people. You must have noticed the difference in the photos." Qin Luo looked around and said with a smile, "That's right, this is a photo of a mature black hole."

"As you can see, the radiance of perseverance is almost swallowed up, and even the space is distorted..."

In fact, without Qin Luo's explanation, everyone can see that compared with the previous one, the black hole in this photo is obviously much larger.

Looking at the photo on the screen, Richard almost spit out a mouthful of old blood.

He managed to catch a breakthrough, and was just about to attack, but before waiting for two seconds, Qin Luo directly sealed the opening!
Mmp, I really want to curse!
Of course, thinking about it, Richard couldn't scold him.

He has already deducted points once. If he is deducted again now, he will really miss the Nobel Prize in Physics.

Gritting his teeth, Richard held his anger firmly in his heart.

On stage, Qin Luo's performance did not end.

After releasing this photo, Qin Luo looked at Bob Dylan again...

"Chairman Bob..."

"Needless to say, I understand." Before Qin Luo finished speaking, Bob Dylan waved to the staff beside him: "Go, bring a whiteboard to Professor Qin!"

"Understood!" The staff responded and turned to leave.

Soon the staff carried a whiteboard and placed it in front of Qin Luo.

Qin Luo: "I! @#%..."

For some reason, Qin Luo suddenly had the feeling of being guessed.

This bitch, can you still have a good time playing?

Gritting his teeth, Qin Luo looked straight at Bob Dylan: "Chairman Bob, how did you know I wanted a whiteboard?"

Yes, he was curious, why did Bob Dylan guess what he meant before he even said a word?
"The second rule of Qin Luo's reporting rules is that a whiteboard must be used..." Bob Dylan said with a smile.

Qin Luo: "Qin Luo reports the rules? What is this? Why does it sound so unreliable?"

For some reason, Qin Luo suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He had a premonition that his code of conduct might have been figured out by "some people".

Do you want to change it?

Thinking about it, Qin Luo nodded solemnly.

He thinks it's time to make a change, of course, not now, after all, it's really not like the time to make a change.

"Thank you..." After thanking him, Qin Luo tied the marker and turned around to write and draw on the whiteboard.

Ten minutes later, the entire whiteboard was filled with dozens of lines of formulas.

Use the formula to prove the black hole information paradox?

Seeing this scene, everyone was instantly dumbfounded.

This guy, is there such a thing for fun?
When Qin Luo started writing, they had already thought about possible scripts in their minds.

But they never expected that Qin Luo would choose to use a series of formulas to prove it!