I have to get lucky right away.

Chapter 688 The Scientific Research Maniac's Great Luck (Part Two)
"It's spinning! It's spinning!"

In the laboratory, a group of elderly men and women, whose average age was at least fifty, including the recorder, stared at the flywheel driven by the "airflow" and exclaimed in surprise.

If it's a low-voltage input and high-voltage output, people would have to check the output current and losses before reacting. But now that we see Professor Wang connecting a 9V battery to another circuit board and turning the handle into a flywheel hand-cranked generator, which actually drives the flywheel to generate electricity, it's hard not to go crazy!
Looking at the output current, the professors calculated the power generation. This hand-cranked generator has a power of about 10W, which means it generates 10Wh of electricity per hour by hand. But that's by hand. With the current speed of the flywheel, the power generation efficiency is dozens of times higher than by hand!
Looking at the 9V battery that Lao Wang brought, it was just a 600mAh store-bought one. Even if all the power was extracted, it would only be less than 6Wh. In other words, as long as the flywheel could spin for half a minute, the power generation would exceed the input power! And while they were still in shock, the flywheel had been spinning for almost three minutes and showed no signs of slowing down!
"What on earth is going on? Old Wang, did you modify this battery? Or did you modify that hand-cranked generator?" Although Old Wang's academic attitude was very upright, one academician still couldn't help but ask. There was no other reason than that what was happening in front of him was simply beyond his knowledge. Putting aside how a 9V battery could generate 30Wh of electricity, the fact that a circuit board without even a fan could drive a flywheel to rotate at high speed seemed very magical. It didn't even have a large metal part. It couldn't possibly be driven by magnetism, could it?

"What are you talking about! Why don't you just measure how much electricity it generated yourselves? A lab this big can't be without this kind of equipment, can it?"

Old Wang crossed his arms, exuding quite a powerful aura.

In fact, by the time things had come to this point, the elderly people in the room had already believed it, but the main reason was that this matter was simply beyond their comprehension.

"So what exactly is the principle behind this?" More and more people gathered around the small circuit board, seemingly wanting to use their knowledge to deconstruct this amazing phenomenon. Only then did Academician Zhang take a deep breath and send everyone the paper that the research fanatic had submitted earlier.

Everyone in the lab has signed confidentiality agreements, or rather, most people in this lab sign them several times a year. That's why, when they first received the agreements, no one thought much of it. But now, looking at the papers—which seem more like fantasy than science—all eyes are instantly focused on Old Wang.

"Is this really not a joke? And millions of players know about it?"

"To be precise, there are only a few hundred people who have actually reached this level. This is because during a story quest, the NPC who taught this ability suddenly turned into a demon king and rebelled, and then disappeared. Now the ritual set up by that NPC is no longer in the village, so it is difficult for players to learn the art of dynamic and static magic. Moreover, there is no enchanting table available. Later, if players wanted to learn, they could only ask players with staves to make one for them. Of course, it is uncertain when they will actually make something similar in real life."

Old Wang spoke in a very serious tone, and handed a list to the recorder beside him, saying:

"These are the player IDs in the game who have mastered the relevant spells and obtained the staff before I came here. I can't guarantee that I haven't missed any, and I have neither the ability nor the authority to open the boxes."

The recorder understood that he could now report, exchanged glances with his colleagues, and then went to report with the documents and the information recorded so far.

The higher-ups need to hold a meeting to discuss this, and the research in the lab can't stop either.

After this shocking fact, these veteran researchers actually found it easy to accept this "unscientific" phenomenon.

"So where's your apprentice? Why didn't you bring him?"

Just as everyone was making a preliminary summary and organization of the existing "rituals," Academician Zhang suddenly asked a question, to which Professor Wang grinned and replied:

"That kid doesn't even have a formal position, so I can't exactly bring him into the courtyard, can I? He's staying at an inn outside. It just so happens that he received the 'true teachings' of that NPC... well, I don't know if he's an NPC or a real cultivator. He's probably cultivating right now!"

"No, I read in the paper that it can shorten your lifespan, right? And how can you practice something that hasn't been verified? You forgot..." Several professors were speaking emotionally, but Old Wang shook his head and said:
"He's not practicing the kind described in papers; those were photos he took directly in the library. He has a copy of the cultivation method given to him by the NPC who taught him magic, called 'The Covenant of Witchcraft and Mystic Cultivation.' That kid didn't hold back; I brought a rough outline with me..." "Witchcraft? Spirit cultivation? Are there really gods?"

One by one, their brows furrowed. Although from a materialist point of view, if it could be proven that God truly existed, they would accept it without any psychological burden, this thing was still a bit...sensitive.

"You're overthinking it. It's just called God. Once the permit comes through, you'll understand when we bring him here! Oh, and by the way, not just us electronics guys, call a few of the AI ​​guys next door too. They're indispensable for this job!"

……

"Captain, we've arrested several groups already, is there anyone still willing to stay here?"

In front of a hotel not far from the headquarters of the Chinese Academy of Sciences, a man in plain clothes muttered to himself, somewhat speechless.

Upon hearing his words, the leader immediately glared at him, then whispered:
"Who told you you were a spy! You're one of us!"

"Huh? Oh!" The young man's mind instantly conjured up various classic spy drama plots, and his eyes lit up.

There's no way around it; everyone who starts out in this line of work dreams of becoming a top agent, risking their lives to obtain classified intelligence, or becoming a national bulwark, engaging in a battle of wits and courage against powerful foreign agents.

But after joining the company, he realized that most of the time in this line of work is spent staking out fixed locations and then going in to arrest people after receiving orders. Now that he finally saw signs of a big case, and recalling the ringing of the bell earlier, his heart suddenly burned with excitement!

With the logistics department's reconnaissance underway, surrounding communications were monitored in real time, and all cameras were taken over. After confirming the environment, the captain led several people into the hotel and made his way to the target room. He gave his team members a look, and the captain, maintaining his standard posture, went up and knocked on the door.

"Tuk tuk tuk..."

"Coming!" The research fanatic immediately stood up upon hearing the knock. "May I ask who you are...?"

"Hello, these are my identification and a letter of introduction. Please come with us." The team leader didn't waste any words, directly pulling out his identification and the letter of introduction Professor Wang had given him. The research fanatic's eyelids twitched slightly, but he still nodded and said:
"Wait a moment, let me pack my luggage."

As they were talking, several frontline workers from the security department saw the research fanatic start stuffing figurines, pillows, and other somewhat garish items into his bag, and they wondered if he even knew where he was going next.

"Um, Captain, although...did we get the wrong person?"

(End of this chapter)