Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

THE TOP OF THE IMCR IS COVERED BY AN INVISIBLE CLOUD.

Almost everyone’s feelings are affected by this.

At the same time, some followers from all parts of the world who believe in the spirit of the universe pretend to be tourists, began to gather organically to protest in front of the IMCRC headquarters building.

As a result of the sudden events, the crowd had blocked the adjacent streets when it was discovered that the situation was wrong.

At the door of IMCRC, these tourists from all countries of the world have written a series of terms full of “protest”, “stop experiments”, “murderers”, etc., and various images of behavioural arts to protest the experiment of IMCRC.

Such group events naturally escaped from the eyes of journalists in the major media.

IN SPITE OF THE FACT THAT THE POLICE FORCE HAS NOT YET BEEN ABLE TO ASSEMBLE, A BBC REPORTER WAS MIXED INTO THE CROWD, HOLDING A PROTESTER OF ALMOST 60 YEARS OLD IN THE COURSE OF HIS VISIT.

“Hello, what are you protesting about?”

THE BEARD IS ALMOST UPROOTED, AND THE OLD MAN IS ANGRY TO SAY, “ISN’T THAT OBVIOUS? THE IMF MUST IMMEDIATELY! NOW! STOP THEIR CRAZY MOVE! PERMANENT CLOSURE OF THEIR EXPERIMENTAL FACILITIES ON THE MOON!”

IT SMELLS LIKE A BIG NEWS, AND BBC JOURNALISTS IMMEDIATELY PUT THE BULLET UNDER HIS NOSE.

“Crazy? What’s crazy?”

The old man’s face grows red by anger, emotionally loudly said.

“The crash machine! Shit, aren’t they doing enough in Europe? Don’t think I didn’t read the news, they used the assault machine to create a small black hole under the borders between France and Switzerland! Now they built a bigger one, moving it even to the sky… finally! They’re making more terrifying trouble than black holes!”

“More terrifying trouble?” The BBC reporter opened his mouth and quickly looked serious, “You mean, more terrifying than a black hole?”

“Yes, they released from the state of the world the matter that did not belong to the world, and that was the territory of the universe! Our civilization was paralysed in the corner of the galaxy, like ants, and nobody noticed our existence. But now, they stretch their dirty hands to the territory of my Lord, trying to disturb my Lord’s sleep with their ridiculous experiments!”

“This is a disrespect for the spirit of the universe! This is a blasphemy of great consciousness!”

BBC JOURNALIST: “WHAT IS THE SPIRIT OF THE UNIVERSE?”

The old man said, “I can’t and you can’t explain that you should know the great pioneer yourself – Garrett Milo professor, the revelation of life for us!”

“And now, we’re going to stop these mobs!”

…

Obviously, the protester did not realize who was really rude.

Almost the same time the old man was interviewed.

THE

IPCC PRESS CONFERENCE WAS JUST OVER AND A GROUP OF PEOPLE CAME OUT OF THE BACK DOOR OF THE CONFERENCE ROOM.

With a flashlight in hand, a woman with golden hair, quickly followed up on Virszek professor and did not ask for it without mercy.

“Your Honourable Wilzek professor, in your capacity as Nobel Prize winner, how do you see those who call themselves the followers of the universe, protesting the IMCRCPhysics experiment?”

The trouble of being asked was that Wilzek finally bragged his feet, watched the journalist with anger, and the man who was carrying the camera behind her.

“What do you think? What do you think besides standing there?”

“Before every experiment began in Switzerland, we had to waste under the orbit with distrust, and then our engineers were always able to capture some foolish, lethal and expose ourselves to a radiological environment. Thank God, the Chinese will repair the collision to the moon, which has saved us a lot of trouble!”

“At least we don’t have to take the risk of suffocation at any time, and we’re playing hidden with a bunch of idiots in the pit of the crash!”

The blonde reporter frowns, who said bad words. “I’m sorry, can I take it that you’re saying that the protesters are acting stupid?”

“Is there another possibility?” Virszek professor opened his hand and laughed, “Why is there no Chinese in the protest team? I’m not kidding, I’m a serious suggestion. Those stupid people should really find a quiet place to get to primary education.”

Gotta go after yourself. The reporter behind the unit, Wilzek, went back to his office with anger and fell on the door.

At this point, however, he suddenly found that there was a man in his office besides himself.

“Ground professor?” The eyebrows went up and looked at Lu Zhou, standing by the window, and Wilzek said, “When did you come and never say hello to me in advance?”

“About ten minutes ago,” from the tide of people outside the window, Lu Zhou pulled the leaf in the window, looked towards the top of the window. “Your assistant told me you’d be back soon, so I was invited to wait here. How’s it going? Did those reporters bother you at a press conference?”

“Hardly?” haha, that’s not hard, that’s torture. I really suggest you should sit on the scene for a while and listen to what stupid questions they’re asking! “

Throw the hat on the jacket, Virszek. The unit sat on the couch, cursed with anger, and said, “Do they really show Garrett Milo’s thesis? See what those people are asking for, suspending experiments? If Garrett Milo is alive, he’ll be crushed by their stupid nose.”

Lu Zhou: “That’s not necessary. Maybe that’s exactly what he expects.”

Vilzek slight down, brows frowned.

“What does that mean?”

Lu Zhou: “I have his thesis as well as his blog, from the end to the end.”

Vilzek professor can’t believe that: “You did see that thing.”

Lu Zhou: “I do not think it would be rude to conclude without understanding.”

“It’s not worth it,” and it makes a manifestly unsatisfactory look at Lu Zhou’s claim, and Wilzek picks up the teapot on the table, gives himself a red tea and drinks a profit voice and keeps saying it.

“Say, how’s your research going?”

Lu Zhou: “It’s done.”

The tea that just drank almost didn’t come out, and Vilzek professor put down the cup of tea in his hand, staring at Lu Zhou.

“Got it? I mean, you’ve figured out where the quality of that expansion came from.”

“That’s right.”

Seeing a shock, Wilzek professor, Lu Zhou laughed, said, “Is it not enough to prove this since I’ve all had a leisurer standing here and blowing a bull with you?”

Virszek was just about to ask where the more inflationary quality came from, and Lu Zhou, who stood by the window, suddenly threw his eye on the side.

“Can you get those people out of here?”

This one scares Virszek.

It was not because of that statement itself, but rather because he had so far discovered that there was a single person in this office, in addition to Lu Zhou and him.

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don’t know if he’s dim-sighted from old age, or what, he doesn’t feel anything!

“About two minutes later, the reinforcement will arrive,” Wang has looked at the table, “and, of course, if you wish, we can now move away from the crowd at the door.”

Lu Zhou nodded said, “Since the reinforcement is on the road, then when they come back, then, by the way… those groups, the most murderous leaders are left behind.”

Wang Bing: “No problem. What are you gonna do?”

“Nothing to do,” Lu Zhou freshlaughed said, “Just want to invite them to a Physics lecture.”