Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Opened his eyes sharply.

The lying flat boat bounced off the bed, his chest undulating and panting heavily.

Only then did he realize that when he didn't know when it started, the clothes behind him had been soaked with sticky sweat ...

After rubbing his sour brows, he got out of the bed and went to the refrigerator to take a bottle of water and took a sip, which stabilized his mood a little.

Although it is what happened in the world of consciousness, although there is nothing like that.

But perhaps because it is too realistic, the feeling of being stuck in the head with a memory that does not belong to this world is not good at all.

just like……

He walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, staring at the lively night scene in the distance for a long time, until the bottle of mineral water in his hand didn't know when he could feel the coolness, he turned and left the window.

"simply……"

"It's like a nightmare."

Take a shower in the bathroom.

After changing into refreshing clothes, Lu Zhou returned to the computer desk and sat down.

It took about 1 minute, he went back to the system space and checked carefully. The pure white space had not changed in any way because of the supposedly rare "void memory a".

However, the ominous purple sample in the inventory disappeared.

It's as if it never existed.

Back to reality, Lu Zhou thought for a moment, opened the memo, and typed a few lines of text on it.

[What are those black obelisks? 】

[If they are computers, who do they belong to? 】

[What are you calculating? 】

In addition, there are the golden cubes immersed in the bottom of the pool. If he remembered correctly, those things should be the "Wreck II" before being burnt.

However, I can't worry about this. After returning, he will naturally combine what he has learned in his memory and try to study what remains of No. 2 on the wreckage.

These three questions were recorded in a memo, and after Lu Zhou thought about the screen for a while, he finally set a password for it.

Although such a ridiculous dream is meant to be heard by others, most of it will not be taken seriously.

But be careful.

...

The next day.

Vera's 45-minute report session began, and the venue was arranged by the conference's organizing committee in lecture hall 7.

The lecture hall is quite lively.

Many people are curious about this female Fields Prize winner.

After all, although female physicists and chemists are not uncommon, female mathematicians are quite rare.

In particular, there are very few scholars who can produce top results.

Besides, it is still a talented woman with both knowledge and beauty. This is no longer a word of cherishing species.

Even many scholars who didn't pay attention to analytic number theory and Riemann's zeta function also appeared at the conference.

Lu Zhou, who arrived at the venue ten minutes in advance, looked around and could hardly find a place. It wasn't until Schultz, who was sitting near the middle of the field, beckoned to him, that Lu Zhou walked over.

"This position was originally reserved for my old friend Akshay, but this report happened to conflict with a 45-minute report on his research direction."

Lu Zhou: "Thank you."

Schultz smiled and said.

"You're welcome."

While yawning, Lu Zhou reached out and picked up the paper on the table, turning a few pages at will.

He didn't sleep well last night.

Until now, my brain was a mass of paste, for a while, the metal-paved city, for a while, the towering black obelisk, for a while, the black space filled with blades, and for a while, the liquid helium was like an altar. Pool ...

Schultz: "You didn't sleep well last night."

Lu Zhou: "Yes."

Schultz: "Stay up late?"

"That's right," it seemed to feel that his answer was a bit too indifferent, after Lu Zhou paused for a moment, he said, "have a long nightmare."

Schultz asked curiously, "What did you dream of?"

Lu Zhou: "... probably about the future."

Schultz raised his eyebrows and asked, "Are you sure it was a nightmare?"

Lu Zhou: "It should be ... Although I'm not sure if it's the future of humans ... I mean, I'm not sure if it's a piece of science fiction that I've seen before. But in short, the dead silence It really doesn't feel very good. "

""I'm a legend"?"

"Haha, maybe, but it's all old movies."

Shrugging his shoulders, Schultz made a somewhat exaggerated expression on his face, jokingly said, "That's really sad. Even the greatest scientists of this century have a pessimistic view of our future. It seems to me You have to consider buying another insurance for yourself. "

Lu Zhou smiled and shook his head.

"This joke is not funny at all."

Schultz smiled and said, "But didn't you laugh?"

Lu Zhou: "That's because the first time you thought about it was to buy insurance ... What an unpleasant thing happened when you stepped back 10,000 steps, who do you intend to pay for your policy?"

Schultz pinched his chin, thinking slightly.

"That's a problem."

The two were talking and the report had already begun.

Standing on the stage, Willa looked a little thin, and looked inexplicably distressed. And I don't know if it is my own illusion, Lu Zhou always felt that her complexion was not particularly good.

However, these things can be learned after the report is over.

Now that the report has started, of course, it is mainly academic things.

And this is the least respect for reporters.

For the time being, not thinking about things that are not related to academics, Lu Zhou took a deep breath and focused his attention on the paper in his hands.

This time was so busy that after the uploader revised the manuscript several times, he almost forgot to read the final manuscript before the report began.

However, it didn't matter to him.

Anyway, at his level, a lot of things are just a glance, without any delay.

"A supplement to the hyperelliptic curve analysis method?" After reading the summary, Lu Zhou's eyebrows were raised with interest, "somewhat interesting."

In simple terms, Willa continued the thinking he took on the theoretical tool "hyperelliptic curve analysis" to solve the problem, but in the key step of "introducing formulas to the Heisenberg group", he went through another A more ingenious method, the "hyperelliptic curve analysis" theoretical tool shows a stronger operability on the connected one-dimensional complex manifold of the Riemann surface.

It is difficult to explain the mystery of this with popular language and elementary mathematics knowledge, but in short, this operation not only caught the attention of all the audience in the audience instantly, but even Lu Zhou could not help but make a case.

He even made him have an impulse in his mind and wanted to return to the hotel room immediately and start the retreat study.

Of course, Lu Zhou thinks so.

If he did, he would definitely not be able to do it.

Apart from that, Willa was still talking on the stage.

After finally standing on this podium facing the entire mathematics world, if he, as a "Master", suddenly left midway, he was not sure whether the little **** the stage would cry ...

Listening to what Vera on the stage told, Schultz sitting beside her with her arms folded suddenly sighed.

"To be honest, I really envy you sometimes."

Lu Zhou's eyes did not move away from the podium, but he replied casually.

"... envy me?"

"There is a smart and obedient apprentice. Whenever you come up with a novel theory or invent a new gadget, she can help you make it better."

Lu Zhou smiled and did not answer the question.

However, at this moment, the accident happened suddenly.

Willa, speaking on the stage, suddenly coughed violently.

"……Sorry."

I put my right hand on my lips and apologized and said sorry, Willa was preparing to continue her report, but just when she was facing the whiteboard and was about to speak again, the voice that had just reached the tip of her throat was again It was interrupted by a severe cough.

Douda's sweat beads covered her forehead, and Vera, holding the white board, her face paled slightly.

Noticing the situation here, the staff hesitated to step up to the stage.

"Miss Puyoui, the report will come here for the time being, if you feel unwell--"

"No, let me finish!"

The right fist pressed against the lips tightened, and the sapphire pupil flashed a moment of confusion, but was quickly dispelled by the burning courage.

From the moment she developed the disease a year ago, she knew that she didn't have much time.

After all, she has already come here ...

Stuck by the momentum, the staff member stopped subconsciously, hesitated for a moment, then backed away.

Willa, who was standing on the stage, had looked back at the whiteboard.

The idea has never been clearer.

Clenching her teeth, she raised her right hand again, and quickly wrote down a line of calculations on the whiteboard.

Because of the pain and anxiety in the heart, the numbers and symbols printed on the whiteboard have been distorted, but the galloping pen and the thoughts in her mind are still there.

Not only the things already mentioned in the paper ~ www.readwn.com ~ but also those in her mind, which are just a blurry abstract blueprint, all written on the whiteboard.

Time and space were left behind, and the pain in tearing the chest seemed to disappear.

It is said that when a person's physical condition is approaching the limit, the body distributes all its functions to the brain to ensure that important information can be left at the last moment.

However, she had no more time to think about it.

Not for the successor to mathematics, nor for the person she admires ...

If this is the last report in her life ...

at least……

She intends to do her best without regrets!

Finally, under the support of that obsession, she wrote the last stroke.

Looking at the filled white board, she stepped back half a step, a slight smile on her lips.

Although still not at the end of the maze ...

But believe ...

These things should be able to help later people.

Especially his words.

Suddenly, there was a moment of consciousness.

Subconsciously, she extended her right hand. She supported the white board next to her, but she did not expect to wipe the blood from the previous cough.

blood!

There was an uproar and tumult under the original quiet stage.

bad……

Seeing the red trace, Willa sighed inwardly not well.

Although it is a miracle to persist until more than half a year later, I did not expect it to be this day ...

Happy and sad days seem to be met together.

Legs gradually lost strength.

Before the consciousness fell to the ground, she saw with the last rays of light that the familiar figure rushed towards her from the stage at an incredible speed.

Suddenly she felt ...

Nothing seems to be regrettable.