Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

With a squeak, the door opened outwards.

The silent air rushed towards me.

The scene of Report Hall 7 seemed to be still in the chaos of yesterday. The paper was thrown randomly on the ground and no one could pick it up. No one is righting.

If it weren't for the terrible quiet air, Lu Zhou even thought that he had returned to yesterday and returned to the scene where his heart suddenly stopped ...

Seeing Lu Zhou looking at everything in the lecture hall without a word, the assistant standing by was hesitant to disturb him. But thinking of his unfinished box lunch, he still took a deep breath and said in an inquiring tone

"I've taken you here. If you want to stay a little longer, remember to close the door later. The keys ... are you here? Or should you take them?"

"Give me."

He took the key from the expressionless assistant, and Lu Zhou nodded lightly and said, "When it is finished, I will return it directly to Professor Helki Holden. Go ahead."

Professor Helch Holden is the secretary-general of the International Federation of Mathematicians and one of the main leaders of the organizing committee of the conference, responsible for the scheduling of the venue and the emergency situation.

After hearing that Lu Zhouhui contacted Professor Helki Holden himself, the assistant was relieved and said nothing. After saying goodbye, he turned and left here.

The atmosphere in the lecture hall made him feel depressed.

Especially the dried blood on the white board ...

Let him not want to stay here for a second.

After the assistant left, Lu Zhou entered the lecture hall, turned on the lights, closed the door behind him, and then walked through the aisle filled with papers and walked to the podium.

The blood on the white board was distressing.

However, the most distressing is the dense line of calculations.

As an expert in mathematics, he knows exactly how much effort and effort is required to make these results. It can even be said that even for himself, it would not be possible without ten days and a half months.

Especially under the torture of illness, Lu Zhou couldn't even imagine how she spent this year.

However, after seeing these calculations, Lu Zhou finally understood why she kept hiding herself.

Perhaps, when she discovered her condition, it had reached an irreparable level. Otherwise, she has no reason for negative treatment, and there is no reason to choose to hide ...

Unless there is really no way out.

After all, the symptoms of early cancer will be similar to many common diseases, and her constitution is not very good, and it is difficult to find the problem immediately by ordinary medical examination.

And once symptoms appear ...

It's basically late.

In fact, this is also the cause of death in more than 70% of cancer patients.

but……

"... Why did she run into it?"

Does the Fields Medal really come with a curse?

Staring at the formula on the whiteboard, Lu Zhou took a deep breath, and his pupils were filled with calm colors again.

It is too low to expect that after completing the system task of Riemann's conjecture, the anti-cancer magic drug will be drawn. Rather than relying on this, it is better to hope that the patient's mood is good because Riemann's conjecture is resolved, and the cancer cell is completely extinct.

From the beginning, he did not expect to solve the problem through the reward of system tasks.

To put it bluntly, the true value of this black technology system is not here, but the system task itself!

According to the system settings, when he completes the current task, in addition to the option to continue the ongoing task chain, he has three opportunities to re-random tasks. According to the principle of task assignment, the tasks assigned to him are usually the problems he is currently facing, or are likely to face.

To put it bluntly, this gadget is like an intelligent scientific research assistant tool. Based on the development experience of future people or higher civilizations, it comprehensively analyzes the resources, social status and environment in which he has, and plans for him several research projects with the highest investment and returns route.

With his biochemical grade of LV6, and the two prerequisites of being the most important apprentice with cancer, the probability of triggering system tasks for cancer-related topics is as high as 90%.

Although he may be lacking in biological knowledge, scientific research is not the job of one person. Some of the places where he lacks are the talents who can make up for it.

Besides, besides the knowledge that he can rely on, he still has money.

Being rich is also a superpower.

Especially for a scientist who knows how to spend money.

Taken together, his odds are still great.

If that doesn't work ...

It can only be said that this topic has exceeded the upper limit of the current technological level and involves a series of issues that need to be resolved, rather than issues that can be broken by rushing in this direction.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Zhou shielded all the thoughts in his heart from his thoughts and said quietly.

"You didn't finish the performance."

"Let me do it for you ..."

The quietly calm Lu Zhou has completely entered the state.

This is about his time. In the real sense, he devoted himself to a problem and went all out to solve it.

This feeling seemed to remind him of a few years ago when he first went to Princeton for an academic conference.

The once-inspired world that reluctantly entered by relying on the help of the system was now easily stepped into by him in just one breath.

And almost at this moment, the calculations and characters lying quietly on the whiteboard, like the life-elves, weave into a symphony of fate composed by life, invisible The theoretical keystroke strings sounded during the storm, converging into a passionate, unyielding, destiny melody.

No audience.

Not even musicians.

However, the voice was indeed conveyed to Lu Zhou's ears, as if spanning time and space, taking him back to the classroom in Princeton, taking him back to that snowy night, and seeing the scene woven from numbers again Snow.

"So it is ..."

Looking at the calculations on the whiteboard, Lu Zhou nodded silently.

It's not just the content written in the dissertation, the part that was written on the whiteboard is probably her unfinished research.

Many things are just an abstract blueprint, even an outline that can't even be talked about by ideas. You must cooperate with detailed and complex narration to correctly convey the content to the audience ...

But for Lu Zhou, who imparted this knowledge to her bit by bit, it was not difficult to understand what she wanted to express.

Not to mention in the current state.

"... Truncation processing is performed on the expansion of [ζ (z)]-1/2 [ζ (z)]-1/2 = Σnαnn ^ -z, and a new series φ (z) = Σnβnn ^ is introduced -z to modulate the integrand of the three-part equation. "

"No wonder my research is stuck in a bottleneck and I can't find an outlet. All my eyes are on the improvement of these sophisticated advanced mathematical tools and methods such as the analysis of hyperelliptic curves, the introduction of differential manifolds into complex planes, and the use of" auxiliary lines ". But ignored some details and even basic issues. "

It's no wonder that Chen Yang, who he dug from Yanda's Mathematics Research Center, was able to mine such a large room for improvement in his dissertation.

At that time, Lu Zhou didn't care about it. Now think about it, he might have committed the least should be committed, "obvious" negligence-that is, when building a building, he only saw the height and scenery of the floor , But ignored whether the most basic stone bricks could carry this majestic project.

"It was indeed my negligence. If it wasn't for too long leaving the teaching job, this mistake should not have been made to me ... Of course, now is not the time to make excuses."

"In addition, although your thinking is very novel, there are still some details, such as the selection of N values ​​in Equation 8, and the abstract space thinking ability exposed when introducing the differential manifold into the complex plane. Short board. "

"If it were me, I would do this ..."

The most important thing here is the whiteboard.

Walking to an empty white board, Lu Zhou picked up the pen that Willa dropped to the ground from the side, and traced the gradually clear map of his mind on it.

Time and space seem to freeze.

Everything that has nothing to do with it is ruled out.

If the "play" in the first half is like a storm hitting the window eaves, then the performance in the second half is like a river where thousands of streams converge, breaking the embankment blocking the road, the hustle and bustle of the waves, thundering Pentium entered the sea in the roar.

And one wave after another ...

This silent performance lasted a long time, far more than forty-five minutes, or sixty minutes.

Hungry, there is still some liquid food left in the space.

Sleepy, there are energy potions to replenish.

The maze had trapped him for too long, and now it was his closest to the end.

If you give up this time ...

I want to wait until the next time, I don't know when it will go.

Time passed by one minute and one second, and the sun rising and falling outside the window did not know after a few rounds, and Lu Zhou's attention was not there at all, but he was quietly facing the eighth picture. How many times have you wiped the whiteboard.

Finally, in the dark depths, the land boat that was constantly searching, finally saw a light.

That light.

As if from the void.

Staring at the void, Lu Zhou's pupils dilated slightly, and then slowly contracted.

Without the pride of the clouds ...

There was no ecstatic cheer.

There is only just that, there is a natural peace with the original.

And, a bland relief.

"So it is."

"No wonder it is possible to bury all climbers from a century and a half ~ www.wuxiaspot.com ~ This is really not a problem that can be solved by relying only on talent or knowledge."

Who would have thought that the eight-page paper from the former Academy of Sciences in Berlin, the town of Breslenz in the Kingdom of Hanover, buried so many talented and intelligent scholars.

No one would think that more than a thousand mathematical propositions made on the premise of the establishment of the Riemann conjecture or its generalized form would be promoted to theorems at this moment.

Today, a century and a half later, someone can finally replace Gauss to answer the question of this century.

Yes, Professor Riemann is right.

Closing his eyes, Lu Zhou took a deep breath and spit out the murky air in his chest.

Then he looked at the camera in the corner and paused.

"Xiao Ai."

"Help me sort out the things on the whiteboard."

"Just upload directly to Arxiv."

He knew that in the past few days, Xiao Ai had been watching him silently behind her back.

He even knew that the door hadn't been opened because Xiao Ai knew he didn't want to be disturbed, so he used his address and tone to send an email to the person responsible for his security.

Sure enough, the cell phone in his pocket shook, and a string of bubbles popped up.

【Roger that! (??????) ??】

[Congratulations, master, mua! (/// ω ///)】

After doing these things, Lu Zhou took a tube of energy potion from the system space, unscrewed the bottle cap and drank it, then stuffed it back into his pocket.

He didn't sleep for three days and he didn't rush to sleep.

Supporting the podium with both hands, Lu Zhou sat up, facing the front quietly, and lined up eight white boards.

He just wanted to sit here now, waiting quietly for the familiar voice, which sounded from the bottom of his heart ...

Then, make the next decision.