When he passed by the dining car, he grabbed two pieces of bread. After he returned to his room, Lu Zhou threw the two notebooks on the table and took out a draft paper from his suitcase.
Everything was ready.
He took a deep breath, entered the system, and started "inspiration time" …
It was different from the feeling of deep learning and the feeling of taking the focus capsule. After leaving the system space, Lu Zhou did not have the feeling of being isolated from his mind, leaving only pure rationality.
Instead, a warm feeling flowed up his spine and into the back of his head. It was like a flame entering a pile of firewood, igniting his thoughts.
"… What a strange feeling."
Lu Zhou pinched between his eyebrows and squinted his eyes. He felt like everything in his field of vision was slightly shaking.
At the same time, inspiration flowed out from the depths of his mind, like a trickle of water flowing through a valley, washing his cerebral cortex.
It was difficult to describe that feeling with words.
It was like at that moment, all the nerve endings in his body stretched out more than a meter long, broke through the shackles of his body, and directly connected to everything in the universe …
The overlapping rings on the curtains were like an abstract elongated Möbius loop.
The rows of stripes at the end of the bedsheet were anticlockwise, explaining the meaning of the Fibonacci sequence.
The paper cup on the bedside table moved a finger's width to the right, and the distance between the chandelier and the bed, forming the golden ratio of three equal parts in the space composition.
These small details that he wouldn't have noticed at all were such an eyesore at this moment.
It was like everything in his eyes had been peeled off. The graphics were restored to pure geometric images in the depths of his mind, and the data was decomposed into pure numbers and arithmetic symbols.
This kind of feeling, for an artist, was simply the dream of heaven.
Of course, it was also hell for people with OCD …
Lu Zhou moved the cup on the bedside table a few centimeters to the right. He sat back down on the chair and took a deep breath. He tried not to pay attention to the strange feeling in the room, and he focused all of his attention on the question on the paper.
Which was, whether there were infinite pairs of prime numbers (P, P + 2)!
…
The function of the system was very user-friendly.
The inspiration duration was 24 hours, and it could be activated and paused at any time. However, after each pause, there would be symptoms of "Inspiration Exhaustion" for a long time. To be more specific, it was a feeling of sluggishness, decreased reaction speed, dullness … and so on.
After a few tries, Lu Zhou was finally familiar with the usage of this function.
The effect of the inspiration time made him, who had been troubled by the twin prime number conjecture for half a year, ecstatic.
As a result, Lu Zhou almost forgot why he came to Princeton. He also forgot about the report on the afternoon of the fifth day. He even forgot about the system mission.
In order to make the most of every hour, he only opened it for four hours a day, and it was divided into four sessions. Without interrupting his train of thought, he had to make the most of every hour, or even every minute.
Immersed in his search for the answer, he was like a hunter patrolling in the forest, searching for the traces left behind by the fleeting white pigeon.
Under the influence of the burst of inspiration, the originally elusive clues became traceable.
Even though he would occasionally walk into a dead end, Lu Zhou was able to quickly find the problem and the areas that needed improvement.
This experience was something he had never experienced before.
For three days and three nights, Lu Zhou did not step out of his room.
He completely locked himself in this room that was no more than ten square meters. Even his food was sent to him by the hotel's waiter.
The draft papers that were filled with ideas were piled up on the corner of the table. The crumpled draft paper was thrown all over the table.
The fourth night.
With deep eye bags, Lu Zhou looked at the 307th crumpled draft paper. He could not help but yawn as he replaced the pen with a new one.
"Only two hours left?"
Lu Zhou looked at the timer on his phone screen and pinched his eyebrows. He entered the system space and canceled the inspiration duration.
It was like a bucket of cold water was poured over his head.
That wonderful feeling instantly left him. It was like he had returned to the mortal world.
Lu Zhou's brain gradually calmed down. He took a deep breath and exhaled the turbid air in his chest.
He had not left his house for the past few days. He had wasted the rare academic conference.
However, this was nothing compared to the gains he had made over the past few days …
He could clearly feel that he was getting closer and closer to solving the twin prime number conjecture.
Just a little bit more …
Lu Zhou stretched his back and stood up from his chair.
He was going to take a walk, take a shower, and then lie in bed to sleep. He would wait until the next day to continue.
He walked out of the hotel and walked through Palmer Square. He walked along the road until he reached the Princeton campus. The cold night wind blew on his face. Lu Zhou walked along the stone paved walkway and let go of his overheated brain.
If Lu Zhou had to describe this place, he would say that it was more like a castle than a university. However, there was no strict hierarchy or strict security. The students here were passionate. Just like the students of other universities in North America, they would party late at night and drink. But when they encountered a cool problem, they would put 200% of their enthusiasm into it …
As for the other places, he had only caught a glimpse of them and had yet to see them.
Lu Zhou continued to walk along the park-like lawn. He suddenly encountered an acquaintance.
When Lu Zhou looked at him, he obviously noticed Lu Zhou. He waved his hand and walked over.
"What's up with you? I was about to go find you. "
"What's up?"
"Nothing," said Luo Wenxuan as he looked at Lu Zhou strangely. He looked at Lu Zhou's eye bags for a while and said, "Did you touch something you shouldn't have …"
"Yeah," said Lu Zhou. He sighed and said, "I encountered a difficult problem."
Senior Brother Luo heaved a sigh of relief and asked.
He then asked, "What problem?"
"It's about the infinity of twin prime numbers."
Luo Wenxuan shook his head and said, "Sorry, I can't help you with this. Our research fields are not on the same channel."
Lu Zhou asked, "How's your research going?"
Luo Wenxuan sighed and said, "God's six-sided die has a seventh result in the Hilbert space. This is both a mathematical problem and a quantum mechanical problem. It's also a problem that our research institute is facing."
Lu Zhou said sympathetically, "That's really troublesome …"
"Yeah, it's hell." Luo Wenxuan sighed and said, "Yesterday, I discussed with Professor Wang Yuping for a long time. We discussed how to solve this problem from a mathematical point of view, but we still have no clue."
"The seventh possibility of the six-sided die …" Lu Zhou repeated this sentence in his mind. The expression on his face was lost in thought.
As the two of them walked, they unknowingly returned to Palmer Square.
Whenever night fell, this place would always be so lively. People would walk to the bar with their arms around each other's shoulders, as if there was an endless celebration of victory …
Luo Wenxuan saw that Lu Zhou didn't speak, so he asked, "What?"
"Nothing …" Lu Zhou stopped next to Palmer Square and suddenly looked up. His pupils gradually lit up, and he said with excitement, "Do you see that white pigeon?"
Luo Wenxuan looked at him and said, "What?"
"I mean, that pigeon!"
"Where is it?"
Luo Wenxuan followed Lu Zhou's gaze and looked for the pigeon.
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