With a squeak, the door opened outward.
The silent air blew against his face.
The scene in lecture hall 7 was still in the chaos of yesterday. The papers were randomly thrown on the ground, and no one picked them up. Even the table that was knocked over by him was still the same as it was 20 hours ago, and no one was fixing it.
If it weren't for the silence, Lu Zhou would have thought he was back in time, back to the scene that made his heart stop beating …
Lu Zhou's assistant saw that Lu Zhou was looking at the lecture hall without saying a word, and he hesitated on whether or not to disturb him. But when he thought of his unfinished lunch box, he took a deep breath and said in an inquiring tone, "What do you think?"
"I brought you here. If you want to stay a bit longer, remember to close the door. The key … Is it with me? Or do you have it with you? "
"Just give it to me."
Lu Zhou took the key from the assistant and nodded. "When I'm done, I'll give it back to Professor Helge Holden. You can go now."
Professor Helge Holden was the secretary-general of the International Mathematical Union. He was also one of the main people in charge of the conference organizing committee. He was responsible for scheduling the venue and handling emergency situations.
When the assistant heard that Lu Zhou would contact Professor Helge Holden himself, he sighed in relief. He didn't say anything else and turned around to leave.
The atmosphere in the lecture hall made him feel depressed.
Especially the bloodstain on the whiteboard that had already dried up …
He didn't want to stay here for a second longer.
After the assistant left, Lu Zhou entered the lecture hall. He turned on the lights and closed the door behind him. He then walked through the aisle full of papers and walked to the podium.
The bloodstains on the whiteboard made his heart ache.
However, the most distressing thing was the dense lines of calculations.
As an expert in the field of mathematics, he knew how much effort and energy it took to produce these results. Even if it was him, he wouldn't be able to do it in less than half a month.
Especially under the torture of the disease, Lu Zhou could not imagine how she had spent the past year.
However, it was also because of these calculations that Lu Zhou finally understood why she had been hiding it from him.
Perhaps when she found out about her illness, it had already reached a point of no return. Otherwise, she wouldn't have had any reason to be passive in the treatment, nor would she have had any reason to hide it …
Unless there was really no other way.
After all, the early symptoms of cancer were similar to many common diseases, and her physique was not very good to begin with. It was difficult for ordinary medical examinations to immediately discover the problem.
And once the symptoms appeared …
Basically, it was already the late stage.
In fact, this was the cause of death for more than 70% of cancer patients.
But …
"… Why did she have to run into me?"
Was the Fields Award really cursed?
Lu Zhou stared at the calculations on the whiteboard and took a deep breath. His pupils were filled with calmness again.
The probability of obtaining a miracle anti-cancer drug after completing the Riemann's conjecture mission was too low. Instead of pinning his hopes on this, it would be better to hope that the Riemann's conjecture was solved, causing the patient to be in a good mood, which would lead to the elimination of all the cancer cells.
From the beginning, he did not expect the system mission reward to solve the problem.
Bluntly speaking, the real value of this black technology system was not here, it was the system mission itself!
According to the system settings, after he completed the current mission, in addition to being able to choose to continue the current mission chain, he had three chances to redo a random mission. According to the mission allocation principle, the missions assigned to him were usually problems that he was currently facing or problems that he might face.
To put it bluntly, this thing was like an intelligent research assistant tool. Referring to the development experience of the future or advanced civilizations, it would analyze the resources, social status, and environment that he possessed, and plan the research routes that would yield the highest investment and profit for him.
With his level 6 biochemistry level and the fact that his most important student was suffering from cancer, the probability of triggering a cancer-related mission was as high as 90%.
Even though he was lacking in biological knowledge, scientific research was not a one-man job. The Institute for Advanced Study could make up for his shortcomings.
Not to mention, in addition to his knowledge, he also had money.
Being rich was also a superpower in itself.
Especially for a scientist who knew how to spend money.
Overall, he had a high chance of winning.
If this didn't work …
It could only be said that this research project had exceeded the upper limit of the current technology level, and it involved a series of problems that needed to be solved urgently. It was not a problem that could be solved with just one breakthrough.
After taking a deep breath, Lu Zhou blocked all the distracting thoughts in his mind and muttered softly.
He then said softly, "You didn't finish your performance.
"Let me finish it for you …"
Lu Zhou had completely calmed down. He was completely in the zone.
This was probably the first time he had truly devoted himself to a problem and went all out to solve a problem.
This reminded him of a few years ago, when he first went to Princeton to attend an academic conference.
He used to rely on the help of the system to barely enter the enlighter's world, but now, he could easily step into it.
Almost at the same time, the quietly lying calculations and characters on the whiteboard were like fairies that were given life. They were woven into a symphony of fate composed by life. The invisible sound of the keyboard played in an invisible storm, converging into a passionate, unyielding, and fated melody.
There was no audience.
There was no musician.
However, the sound was transmitted to Lu Zhou's ears. It was as if it crossed time and space, bringing him back to that Princeton classroom, bringing him back to that snowy night, and once again seeing the snow woven by numbers.
"I see …"
Lu Zhou looked at the calculations on the whiteboard and nodded silently.
It wasn't just the content of the thesis, but the messy writing on the whiteboard was probably her unfinished research.
A lot of things were just abstract blueprints, not even ideas. She had to use a detailed and complex explanation to correctly convey the content to the audience …
However, for Lu Zhou, who passed this knowledge to her bit by bit, it wasn't difficult for him to understand what she wanted to express.
Not to mention in his current state.
"… The expansion of [ζ (z)] -1/2 [ζ (z)] -1/2 = Σnαnn ^ -z was truncated, and a new series φ (z) = Σnβnn ^ -z was introduced to modulate the integrand of the three parts of the equation.
"No wonder my research has reached a bottleneck, and I can't find an exit. I focused all my attention on the hyperelliptic curve analysis method and the introduction of differential manifolds into the complex plane as' auxiliary lines'. However, I neglected some of the details and even some basic problems. "
No wonder Chen Yang, who he poached from the Mathematics Research Center of Yan University, could find so much room for improvement in his thesis.
At the time, Lu Zhou didn't care. Now that he thought about it, he might have made an "obvious" oversight. That was, when building a building, he only looked at the height and scenery of the floor, but he ignored the most basic stone bricks. He didn't know if they could support such a majestic project.
"It was my mistake. If I hadn't been away from teaching for so long, I wouldn't have made this mistake … Of course, now is not the time to make excuses.
"Also, although your idea is very novel, there are still some details, such as the selection of the value of N in the eighth equation, and the shortcomings of abstract spatial thinking ability exposed when you introduced differential manifolds to the complex plane."
"If it were me, I would do this …"
There was no shortage of whiteboards here.
Lu Zhou walked in front of an empty whiteboard and picked up the pen that Vera dropped on the ground. He began to draw the map in his mind.
Time and space seemed to have frozen.
Everything that wasn't related to this was eliminated.
If the first half of the "performance" was like a storm beating against the eaves of the window, then the second half of the performance was like a river where thousands of streams converged, breaking through the embankment that was blocking the way. The roaring waves surged into the sea with a thunderous roar.
And before the first wave subsided, another wave came …
This silent performance lasted for a long time, much longer than 45 minutes or even 60 minutes.
I'm hungry, there's still some liquid food left in my space.
I'm sleepy, and I can replenish my energy potions.
This maze had trapped him for too long, and this was the closest he had ever been to the end.
If I give up this time …
I don't know when I'll be able to wait for the next time.
Time passed by, and the sun rose and set outside the window. Lu Zhou's attention was not on the eighth whiteboard. He was quietly looking at the eighth whiteboard that had been written and erased countless times.
Finally, in the depths of the darkness, Lu Zhou, who was constantly searching, finally saw a light.
That light.
It seemed to come from the void.
Staring at the void, Lu Zhou's pupils slightly dilated, and then slowly contracted.
He didn't have the lofty sentiments of dispelling the clouds and seeing the sun …
There was no ecstatic cheering.
The only thing he felt was that when the conditions were right, success would come naturally, and it was this peaceful.
As well as a touch of calm relief.
"I see."
"No wonder it could bury all the mountaineers for a century and a half."
"This isn't a problem that can be solved by talent or knowledge alone."
Who would have thought that the eight-page paper from the small town of Breslenz in the Kingdom of Hanover to the Berlin Academy of Sciences would bury so many talented scholars?
No one would have thought that more than a thousand mathematical propositions based on the premise of the Riemann conjecture would be promoted to theorems.
Today, after a century and a half, someone could finally answer this question on behalf of Gauss.
Yes, Professor Riemann was correct.
Lu Zhou closed his eyes and took a deep breath. He exhaled the turbid air in his chest.
Then, he looked at the camera in the corner and paused for a moment before he spoke.
"Xiao Ai.
"Help me sort out the things on the whiteboard.
"Just upload it to arXiv."
He knew that in the past few days, Xiao Ai had been silently watching him from behind.
He even knew that the reason why the door was not opened was because Xiao Ai knew that he did not want to be disturbed, so he used his address and tone to send an email to the person responsible for his safety.
As expected, the phone in his pocket vibrated and a string of bubbles popped up.
[Got it! (?????)??】
[Congratulations, Master! Mua! (///ω///)]
After doing these things, Lu Zhou took out a tube of Energy Medicine from the system space. He unscrewed the cap and drank it. He then stuffed it back into his pocket.
He had not slept for three days, so he was not in a hurry to sleep.
With his hands on the podium, Lu Zhou sat down and quietly faced the eight whiteboards in front of him.
He just wanted to sit there and quietly wait for that familiar voice to ring in his heart …
Then, he would make the next decision.
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