A genius? I just love studying.

Chapter 277 The Storm is Brewing, the Model is Complete
"You are utterly lawless!"

At S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters in Washington, Wilson stormed into Nick's office and began hurling insults.

Fefferman leveraged the influence of the Princeton faction, using various channels to put pressure on Wilson. If this matter was not handled properly, it was uncertain whether he could even retain his seat as a member of parliament in the next election.

To commit murder at a top university like Princeton.

Well, it's not bad. Come to think of it, this kind of thing is quite common in America, but it can't be S.H.I.E.L.D. that's involved.

"This was our mistake."

Nick quickly stood up and admitted his mistake. He didn't want to repeat the mistakes of his predecessor, Fury, who was now in jail awaiting trial.

"But the situation was urgent at the time, and based on the judgment of the agents on site, we had no choice but to take action. When he returns, I will definitely criticize him severely and punish him."

In fact, he was the one who gave the order to fire.

He couldn't let Chen Hui know their purpose.

Even if that guy hadn't agreed, they would have at most detained him. Who would have thought that the little guy would try to outsmart them? Things had come to that point, and there was no way to salvage the situation. They had no choice but to kill him.

"You guys are crazy."

"You guys at S.H.I.E.L.D. are all lunatics!"

Wilson's eyes widened in anger. The impact of this matter was so great that he was finding it difficult to manage the public opinion.

He really wanted to replace Nick as well, but if this trend continued, who could he possibly appoint as director in the end?

"I don't care what methods you come up with, just find a scapegoat, quickly produce an investigation report, define this matter, and give Princeton an explanation."

"Remember, if there's a next time, you'll be going to court with your former boss, Fury."

Wilson was indeed tired and turned to leave Nick's office.

"clear."

Nick said respectfully, as he had already come up with a plan.

According to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s investigation, the killer was a retired Navy SEAL who made a weapon to kill Michael due to some personal conflicts.

Weapons can only be homemade, of course. Arms dealers won't take the blame. However, according to the revised laws lobbied by the arms dealers, no matter what impact the sold weapons cause, the arms dealers will not bear any responsibility.

However, some degree of concealment is still necessary.

Nick sat in his office chair with his legs propped up on the desk; he had already made all the arrangements.

"Chief, something has happened to Eleanor."

An agent walked into the office. "His car went out of control on the highway, crashed into the roadside bushes, caught fire and exploded. There was only wreckage at the scene, no other traces were found, and we were unable to contact Eleanor."

"what?"

Nick stood up, his brow furrowed. "Check the surveillance footage and investigate thoroughly."

He couldn't believe that S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most elite agents would make such a basic mistake.

"The surveillance footage didn't reveal anything unusual."

"Chief, several Chinese people from Princeton left the country overnight, and their behavior is highly suspicious."

At that moment, another agent walked into the office to report.

A sharp glint flashed in Nick's eyes. His intuition told him that these guys were related to Eleanor's death and were probably agents sent by China to protect Chen Hui.

It seems that although China appears indifferent, it actually values ​​Professor Chen very much.

"Stop them, arrest them, and interrogate them thoroughly."

Several agents left at Nick's command.

"What should we do about Professor Chen's situation?"

The agent who was in the office from the beginning asked the question, explaining that he had been discussing this matter with Nick before Wilson arrived.

"Pretend nothing happened, everything is normal, secretly send more people, don't let him leave Princeton, let him do his research for us."

Nick chuckled and said, "A scholar who can't even kill a chicken is nothing but a turtle in a jar."

……

In the Princeton villa, the four sat in the living room for six or seven hours, but no one came. No one from S.H.I.E.L.D. suddenly came to take them away, no bullets flew out from the corner of the group and took them to meet Satan, and no neighbors even came to ask them if they had eaten dinner.

Everyone was getting hungry. They hadn't eaten lunch since what happened that morning, and now it was already evening.

Elena and Deng Leyan ordered a pizza delivery, but neither of them had much of an appetite. Chen Hui, however, ate a large meal. Then, he drove the Dodge Challenger back to the Princeton campus with the three of them, and returned to the dormitory that Princeton had assigned to him.

He slept until dawn.

He got up, went for a run, took a shower, and everything was normal. Chen Hui acted as if nothing had happened.

The bloodstains in the office had been cleaned up, leaving not even a trace of bloody smell. Chen Hui sat down behind his desk, as if he could still see Michael standing in front of the desk, talking to him.

Your Chemistry level has increased from 3 (99%) to 100%.

Your Chemistry level has been upgraded to level 4.

[Congratulations, host! Six subjects have been upgraded to level 4, and you have gained 1 free attribute point.]

I had just sat down when a series of comments flashed before my eyes.

"Boost my insight!"

Without the slightest hesitation, Chen Hui's level 7 judgment already made him understand the path ahead.

Switch to the attribute panel.
[Host: Chen Hui
Insight Level 7: (8.2/9)

Judgment Level 7: (7.1/8)

Creativity Level 7: (7.5/8)

Memory Level 4: (4.6/5)

After so many days of studying the Riemann Hypothesis, Chen Hui's insight had automatically increased by 0.1. He already knew that in addition to using free attribute points to add points, his basic attributes would also gradually increase, but the rate of increase was surprisingly slow.

This time, the added points actually improved my judgment by 0.1.

Chen Hui seemed to be deep in thought. It seemed that making the right judgment would make him more confident in his own judgment, which was also a sign of improved judgment.

Just after adding the data, Chen Hui received a call from his teacher, Yuan Xinyi. The data from China had finally been collected!
Things are finally looking up; good news kept coming in this morning.

Chen Hui, however, did not show the slightest emotional fluctuation because of these good news.

Upon arriving at Elena's desk, I noticed that neither she nor Deng Leyan had come to the teaching and research office yet, perhaps because of what happened yesterday.

Turn on the computer and receive data.
Chen Hui sat in Elena's seat, took out a pen, and began to work out the model on a draft paper.

He fell into a strange state, like a sophisticated robot, devoid of any emotion, yet incredibly efficient.

Traditional models approximate small-scale processes through parameterization schemes, but these schemes are based on empirical assumptions and may contradict the globally smooth solution of NSE.

Chen Hui paused to think for a moment, then picked up his pen again. Utilizing the asymptotic behavior of the NSE—for example, the negligible viscosity term when the scale approaches infinity, degenerating into the Euler equation—he derived the cross-scale energy transfer law to guide the improvement of the parameterization scheme…

The nonlinear term uu in NSE makes atmospheric motion extremely sensitive to initial conditions, which can produce a butterfly effect. Even if NSE has a globally smooth solution, the error of the numerical model will still increase exponentially over time, resulting in a significant increase in uncertainty in long-term predictions, such as those exceeding 10 days.

Based on the Lyapunov index of NSE, the evolution of prediction error over time is theoretically studied. By calculating the maximum Lyapunov index of the atmospheric system, the predictability limit is determined, and a prediction strategy adapted to this limit is designed... One problem after another appeared in front of Chen Hui, and he solved them one by one with ease. Chen Hui was like an extremely precise machine, slowly presenting a precise model on the draft paper.

Time passed slowly, and the sun shone through the gaps in the windows into the teaching and research office, its dazzling light turning into a faint reddish hue, until finally, it was pitch black outside...

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west, until the bright moon hangs high in the sky; time flows relentlessly.

Chen Hui spent three days and three nights working out the problems in the teaching and research office. His hair was as messy as a bird's nest, and draft papers were scattered all over the floor.

Crack!

A thunderclap pierced the darkness outside the window, and a howling wind made the window rattle and rattle, causing the draft paper on Chen Hui's desk to shake and flutter.

At this moment, Chen Hui raised his head, his eyes shining as brightly as thunderclaps from the sky.

I turned on the computer again, logged into the supercomputer, converted the model I had just derived into computer language, and input it, along with the data that was continuously coming from China.

The supercomputing building, a few hundred meters away, seemed like a lion awakened from its slumber, its exhaust fans suddenly emitting a buzzing roar, as if the entire building had come to life.

"Professor Chen, we really didn't do this well."

Fefferman stood at the door of the research office, blocking out the thunder outside. He had been standing there for a long time. "Don't worry, this kind of thing will never happen again."

"Ah."

Chen Hui nodded, exited the supercomputer, and shut down the computer.

He got up and walked out of the teaching and research room. He was a little hungry and needed to find something to eat before getting a good night's sleep.

Over the next few days, Chen Hui went for a run by Carnegie Lake as usual, and studied the Riemann Hypothesis in the teaching and research office...

Your math level has improved from 5 (99%) to 100%.

Your math level has been upgraded to level 6.

[Congratulations, host! Your math level has increased to level 6. Free attribute points +1]

As the barrage of comments flashed before his eyes, Chen Hui looked thoughtfully at Elena's computer.

Elena and Deng Leyan have returned today, and they are still conducting research on weather forecasting models, which seem to have made considerable progress.

"Give me some creativity!"

After completing the skill point allocation with a blank expression, Chen Hui turned on his computer and logged into the supercomputer.

The model validation results were indeed generated. Looking at the two fitting curves that were almost merged into one on the screen, Chen Hui's eyes were as sharp as a hawk's.

This must be the reason for the significant improvement in my math level just now.

After a moment's thought, Chen Hui input the data from China into the model.

The supercomputing building a few hundred meters away started humming again, and a few minutes later, a string of mysterious code appeared on Chen Hui's screen.

The results of the model's calculations are naturally encrypted. This is an encryption algorithm that Chen Hui created himself, using the latest research results on the Riemann Hypothesis.

Next, instead of decrypting it on the computer, he started working out the calculations on a draft paper.

Ultimately, this mysterious code transformed into several sets of numbers.

Looking at the numbers on the draft paper, Chen Hui felt a little uneasy. Although he believed in the power of mathematics, what he was about to do seemed a bit too crazy.

After exiting the supercomputing platform and destroying all the draft paper, leaving only this last string of numbers, and removing a few from each group of numbers, he finally put the new slip of paper into his pocket.

Chen Hui acted as if nothing had happened and continued to deduce the Riemann Hypothesis.

It wasn't until evening, when they returned to the apartment, that they saw Lin Xiaotang, who had been out all day, come back. It felt like all that money spent to send Lin Xiaotang to Princeton was wasted.

"Send this back to my hometown and ask them to keep an eye on these places for me. If there's anything unusual, let me know."

He secretly handed the note to Lin Xiaotang and gestured with his lips.

Lin Xiaotang stared at the string of numbers on the note, completely bewildered.

Chen Hui didn't explain, but went to the living room and fiddled with the globe in the living room.

Lin Xiaotang suddenly realized, and went to the living room sofa as well. She threw herself onto the sofa, took out her handheld game console, and started playing games.

……

In an unassuming suburban building in the capital city,

"Xiao Tang has sent a message back."

The young man, who was playing a handheld game console, exclaimed in surprise, put the console aside, and began to decipher the message sent back by Lin Xiaotang.

Although all the evidence suggests that Lin Xiaotang's encounter with Chen Hui was just a coincidence, Lin Xiaotang's every move was also being monitored by S.H.I.E.L.D. If she sent a message back directly, S.H.I.E.L.D. would naturally know immediately.

But they never imagined that the game Lin Xiaotang had been playing would contain such a hidden secret.

"Latitude and longitude?"

Looking at these sets of data, the young man was completely baffled.

After Lin Xiaotang's prompting, he realized that these were several sets of address information and asked them to observe the situation in these places.

Looking at the coordinates marked on the map, the young man was even more confused. These were all deserted places, and he didn't know what was there to observe.

However, he didn't speculate too much, and reported the information to his superiors, leaving the rest to their headaches.

……

January has arrived in the blink of an eye. Princeton in the depths of winter is even more unbearable than Jiangcheng. The lowest temperature in Jiangcheng rarely drops below zero, while the lowest temperature in Princeton can even reach -16 degrees Celsius, a temperature that Chen Hui has never experienced before.

Even the teachers and students who have gotten used to life here are staying indoors and unwilling to go out. Even when they do go out, they wrap themselves up thickly.

Chen Hui, wearing a vest, was running beside the frozen Carnegie Lake.

"Professor Chen, good morning."

Adams followed Chen Hui. He was very excited to finally see someone who shared his ideals, and his words were accompanied by a cloud of mist.

"Good morning, Professor Adams."

Chen Hui exhaled a breath of stale air and stopped walking.

He has completed his 10-kilometer run today.

After taking a shower back at my apartment, I grabbed a cup of coffee from the automatic coffee machine and headed towards the research office.

Before he knew it, he had been at Princeton for more than half a year.

Based on the time calculated by the model, the results should be available in three days.

If all goes well, he might be able to go home for the Chinese New Year!
Chen Hui stared at the coffee cooling by the window—a drop of water trembled as it slid down the rim of the cup, blooming into a tiny curved surface on the table.

He suddenly remembered the doodles Gus had made on the whiteboard during their discussion in the tea break a few days ago.

"The essence of prime numbers is geometric..."

Suddenly, the abrupt change in curvature at the edge of the water droplet caused Chen Hui's pupils to contract. "What if the nontrivial zero of the Riemann zeta function is a curvature singularity on the complex plane?"

(End of this chapter)