I was mentally ill and was selected to participate in the strange talk about rules

Chapter 584 The entire world of ghost stories is in chaos
"It's a very complex spectral formula."

The young scholar continued to speak.

"And this formula starts from the underlying logic."

After a pause, his tone became a little strange again.

"But I don't know if it's my misunderstanding. I think there are some mistakes in the formula written by Mr. Peng."

Incorrect?

Just after the young scholar finished speaking, everyone present acted indifferently.

Someone said that Mr. Peng is a giant in the medical field, and it is normal to be a little unclear about mathematics and physics.

"Mr. Peng has dedicated his life to medicine, so naturally he cannot be as proficient in mathematics as a professional."

An older cryptographer shook his head, with a tone of respect for Mr. Peng and disapproval of the young scholar.

He flipped back and forth over the sheets of paper, carefully considering each symbol.

"I don't think so. Although I felt that there was something wrong with these formulas of Mr. Peng at first, after careful analysis, I found that these errors seemed not unintentional, but intentional."

"You mean, Mr. Peng deliberately left errors in the formula?" Jiang Xiao couldn't help but ask.

"Then what should we do now?" b2 asked impatiently.

Time passed bit by bit amid intense analysis and deliberation, and the atmosphere in the monitoring room became increasingly tense.

Young scholars took the lead, and other experts also used their own expertise to engage in intensive research.

Finally, after an in-depth analysis, he raised his head with an unprecedented seriousness on his face.

The young scholar's voice revealed confidence and determination.

There was an ominous foreboding in the young scholar's voice.

"These formulas... I feel more and more that they are more than just ordinary mathematical problems."

As the research deepened, the young scholar's brows became more and more furrowed.

The young scholar thought for a moment and then answered.

His words attracted the attention of everyone present, especially Jiang Xiao, whose eyes flashed with curiosity and expectation.

"We need to re-examine these formulas and interpret them as a kind of code to see what Mr. Peng wants to tell us."

However, the young scholar did not think so. He shook his head firmly and said that Mr. Peng's record did not seem to indicate that he "understood" mathematics.

If Mr. Peng really made achievements in mathematics, then the formulas he left behind may be the key to solving the mystery.

Immediately, they began to re-examine those records, trying to discover Mr. Peng's true intentions.

These words rekindled hope among the three people who were already a little depressed.

Everyone knows that they may be standing on the threshold of uncovering the truth of all this, and the formula left by Mr. Peng is the key to the door of truth.

The young scholar nodded, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Yes, and these errors seem to be leading us to discover some hidden information. Some of the new formula analysis even made me, a Ph.D. in mathematics, suddenly enlightened, which is enough to prove that Mr. Peng's research in the field of mathematics is thorough enough."

"I need to conduct experiments using a national-level spectroscopic machine to verify my conjecture."

b2 and the middle-aged uncle looked at each other, and they could both feel the sense of urgency in the young scholar's words.

At this critical moment, any tiny clue may be the key to solving the mystery.

"This matter cannot be delayed."

b2 made a decision immediately, with unquestionable authority in his voice. "I will make arrangements immediately to start the spectrum machine experiment."

There was a trace of gratitude on the young scholar's face. He nodded, and then quickly packed up his materials and prepared for the next step of work.

Jiang Xiao felt a headache from watching it. To be precise, he couldn't understand it at all, so he went back to the room to catch up on his sleep.

Soon after, a series of applications and approvals were quickly completed, and a national spectrometer was urgently deployed to the laboratory.

Accompanied by b2, young scholars and several experts entered the laboratory and began their experiments.

The spectrometer machine was started, and the beams of light accurately scanned the basic operation under the control of the machine.

The young scholar stared nervously at the data on the screen, tapping his fingers on the keyboard, entering various parameters and instructions.

As the experiment progressed, the data began to become clearer.

The young scholar's face became more and more solemn, and he seemed to have discovered something important.

"No, according to these formulas given by Mr. Peng, they seem to point to an extremely dangerous frequency range."

The young scholar's voice trembled.

"If we accidentally trigger this frequency, it could have unpredictable consequences."

"But why? We didn't find any problems with these formulas before?"

b2 frowned, and he immediately issued an order to terminate all experimental operations.

"What's wrong? Is there something wrong?" b2 asked the young scholar.

The latter nodded, with a hint of confusion in his eyes, and the pen in his hand was making unconscious circles on the paper.

"Yes, if calculated according to the formula given by Mr. Peng, the data is indeed somewhat abnormal. I have checked it many times, but I just can't find the problem."

The young scholar's voice was filled with helplessness, and fine beads of sweat had formed on his forehead.

"This frequency range is too sensitive. Once our speculation is wrong, the consequences will be disastrous."

He continued to explain, the pen in his hand spinning faster with his anxiety.

b2 stood aside, the expression on his face became serious.

He knew that since he could come to this base, it was enough to prove that this young scholar was the best mathematical genius in this field.

Or it can be said that his status in the world of mathematics is equivalent to that of the Ph.D. who passed away just two days ago.

They are all geniuses among geniuses!

If even he is helpless, then the situation is indeed not optimistic.

The young scholar suddenly stopped writing in his hand, and his eyes became firm.

"I think I need to ask my mentor. He is far more accomplished in this field than me. He may be able to find the details that we have overlooked."

There was a hint of respect and expectation in his voice, as well as a hint of dejection that he was powerless.

The corners of b2's eyes twitched slightly, and he knew in his heart that such a decision meant that they had to report to their superiors again and ask for additional support.

Especially when we have to invite a giant and old antique from the scientific community!
Too many important weapons of the country have been damaged, and the dissatisfaction from above is like rolling thunder.

Inviting this reclusive old scholar out again would undoubtedly involve taking a huge risk.

but.
At this time, he had no choice at all.

I can only be pushed away by this invisible force.
"Then do you know what the consequences will be if your teacher comes into contact with this kind of thing?"

(End of this chapter)