Page 17, line 11?!
Tao Zhexuan was stunned.
It wasn't just Tao Zhexuan, but Professor Deligné, Molina, and even Schulz, who was chewing gum in the corner, all had a look of surprise on their faces.
"I thought the problem was on page 21, line 5, formula 6 …"
Schulz muttered to himself as he took out his notebook from his pocket. He used a ballpoint pen to quickly draw a few mathematical symbols that only he could understand and quickly calculated in his mind.
"Page 21, line 5?" Akshay Venkatesh looked at Schulz, who was sitting next to him with his arms crossed. After thinking for a moment, he said with a strange expression, "I thought it was the problem on page 31, line 11."
Like Schulz, Akshay was also a genius.
In addition to having extremely high academic achievements in the fields of representation theory and number theory, he was also the only Australian to win medals in the International Olympic Physics Competition and the International Olympic Mathematics Competition …
Also, he was only twelve years old that year.
When Schulz heard this, he took out a stack of crumpled papers from his pocket and flipped to page 31. He raised his eyebrows with interest.
"It seems that Professor Lu is facing a lot of trouble."
Akshay didn't say anything. He still had his arms crossed and slowly closed his eyes.
Three different scholars found three completely different problems with the same proof.
This wasn't as simple as a problem with the core proof process, this was a systemic problem with the entire proof process. It was like a piece of code that was full of problems after it was run.
Even though he felt sorry for the genius who was on the Fields Prize stage with him, there was nothing he could do about it.
People always had to pay the price for being young and arrogant. He hoped that this battle was his Leipzig and not his Waterloo. He hoped that after this setback, he could create even greater glory.
Otherwise, it would be a huge loss for the entire mathematics world.
Schultz frowned and thought hard. Akshay had already decided on the outcome of the report, and he even closed his eyes to rest. In the middle of the auditorium, Xu Chenyang stared at the podium with a dignified look on his face. He frowned and fell into deep thought.
Seeing how Mr. Faltings remained silent, Zhang Shouwu, who was sitting next to Professor Xu, couldn't help but speak.
"Why aren't you talking? At this critical juncture … "
Although Faltings was his supervisor, he was a Chinese, so he naturally stood on the side of the Chinese academic community.
Lu Zhou was not only the pride of China's academic community, but also a postcard of China in the world's academic community.
If one were to ask him who he supported, he would definitely support Lu Zhou. Even though he didn't think Lu Zhou could beat Professor Faltings …
After all, it was far easier to find a logical loophole than to set up an airtight net. It was even more difficult to neutralize the other party's attack in a short report …
When Wiles proved Fermat's last theorem, it took him a full year to fix the loopholes in the proof and answer the reviewers' questions.
Now that half of the mathematics world was focused on him, it was already extraordinary for him to think normally, let alone deal with Lu Zhou's last theorem …
"Line 11 on page 17, right?" Lu Zhou flipped through the paper in his hand and found Professor Faltings's question. He said calmly, "This line only uses the Stirling expression of the Γ (s) function, which simplifies equation (2) to J (δ) = ΣD (k + 1) (n) I (n) + Δ (δ) …"
"Of course I know what you're talking about," Professor Faltings interrupted Lu Zhou and said slowly, "Using the Stirling expression of the Γ (s) function is indeed a very clever method. It can save a lot of unnecessary trouble. However, even if you transform Re (s) = 1-c/ln [| Im (s) | + 2], it still doesn't change the fact that there are no non-trivial zeros on the right side."
Zhang Shouwu held his breath, Professor Deligné clenched his fists, and Schulz stopped writing. Tao Zhexuan's eyes were gradually filled with excitement. Molina bit her lower lip with a complicated expression …
"The dagger has been revealed …"
Xu Chenyang, who was sitting next to Professor Zhang Shouwu, sighed softly.
Most of the people sitting here already knew what Professor Faltings was going to say next.
As if responding to everyone's expectations, the old man wearing a black trench coat and wearing a black round hat in his right hand slowly opened his mouth and continued to speak in a steady voice.
"No matter how clever your choice of hyperelliptic curve is, you can't get around this problem.
"This is the most fatal flaw in your argument. Therefore, the conclusion that the right side boundary is translated from Re (s) = 1 to Re (s) = 1-ε (ε > 0) cannot be deduced … I emphasized this point in my first email to you, but you didn't seem to take my advice to heart."
The auditorium was silent.
It was as if the sound of a needle falling on the ground could be heard.
This question hit the nail on the head. It was like a sharp dagger stabbing straight at the weakness of the entire thesis.
Professor Deligne's clenched fists loosened, and he sighed.
No wonder he's Professor Faltings.
Even though he didn't want to admit it, he was the person closest to solving Riemann's conjecture after his mentor, Grothendieck.
Molina heaved a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt a sense of pity.
She was relieved because Lu Zhou failed. She had one less competitor on her way to solving Riemann's conjecture. As for regretful, of course …
This failure didn't just mean that Riemann's conjecture was back on the list of conjectures, but it also meant that the proof of the critical zone had been sentenced to death …
Grothendieck was at the top.
Now, Professor Lu.
Countless geniuses were defeated by the Riemann's conjecture …
Is the rumor true that Riemann's conjecture is like Gödel's incompleteness theorem, a dead knot that can't be proven or falsified …
Thinking of this, Molina couldn't help but panic.
If the answer I'm looking for doesn't exist in the first place …
Then what's the point of all my hard work?
On the other side of the auditorium.
Schulz stared at Lu Zhou, who was standing there silently by Faltings. Schulz suddenly smiled and spoke in a voice that only he and Akshay could hear.
"Akshay, my dear friend, did you know? Sometimes I really doubt it, it's like a curse. Let's see how many geniuses the Riemann's conjecture has taken from our world … Sir Atiyah is one of them. "
Akshay crossed his arms and shook his head.
"I don't believe in this curse."
"That's because you don't understand." Schulz shrugged. The handsome prince of mathematics had a charming smile on his face as he said, "Have you heard of a rumor? Apparently, before he left home and lived in seclusion in France, the great Pope Grothendieck once indulged in the imagination of the devil. He believed that the devil turned the speed of light, which should have been 300,000 kilometers per second, into an ugly 299792.458 kilometers per second. It was the devil's power that caused the Riemann's conjecture to have a mysterious quantum ghost … "
Akshay felt a little uncomfortable, so he tried to end this topic.
"… Alright, that's enough."
Schultz obviously didn't care about Akshay's reminder. He smiled and continued.
He smiled and said, "Apparently, before Grothendieck disappeared from people's sight, even before Weil's conjecture was proven, Pope Grothendieck was looking for a way to solve the Riemann's conjecture. In 2010, he, who had been missing for decades, suddenly wrote a letter to his student. Can you guess what was written in the letter? "
Even though Akshay didn't want to listen to this kind of nonsense, he couldn't help but ask out of curiosity.
"What was written …"
The handsome professor spat out the gum on the wrapper and folded it. He spoke in a bard's voice.
"Pope Grothendieck wrote in the letter that whoever can win the crown of the Riemann's conjecture from the devil will have the hope of completing the great feat that no one has accomplished for thousands of years …"
He paused for a second and continued.
"Which is to unify algebra and geometry!"
…
Lu Zhou stood quietly on the stage.
He stood there for a long time.
Faltings began to wonder if he had gone too far. However, Lu Zhou, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.
"The reason you asked this question is because you didn't go deep into the core of my proof process."
Lu Zhou finished speaking.
There was a commotion in the auditorium.
Surprise, astonishment, and even … anger!
Lu Zhou took a deep breath and opened his eyes. He looked at Professor Faltings.
Seeing the unbelievable surprise on the old man's face, he sighed softly and said.
He sighed and said, "I'm sorry, I might have offended you.
"But when I heard your question, I finally understood where our differences lie."
He originally thought that he didn't explain clearly enough.
But now, it seemed like the real reason wasn't the case.
The debate between the two sides seemed to converge into an unsolvable knot, but in fact, it was two completely unrelated parallel lines.
This feeling was strange.
It was amazing to the point of being surprising.
But after making all of this, all of his doubts dissipated like the smoke in his eyes …
Lu Zhou sighed in his heart.
It seemed like there was only one person in the world who could really go deep into the core part of the thesis.
And that person wasn't here.
"I'll prove it to you."
After that, Lu Zhou turned around and faced the whiteboard.
"You guys probably memorized the things on the whiteboard, so I'll erase it …"
Lu Zhou wiped the whiteboard clean and picked up the marker again.
"First of all, allow me to thank my student for organizing these things for me. I didn't realize how amazing this was until today, and I haven't even had the chance to thank her yet. "
Lu Zhou paused for a second and looked at Professor Faltings, who had a serious expression on his face.
Then, he looked past the old man and the crowded lecture hall behind him. It was as if he was looking at a void that no one had ever seen before.
"Then, let's start from the most basic part … Or rather, the tool part of the entire thesis."
He picked up the marker and wrote a neat line of words on the whiteboard.
[Hyperelliptic curve analysis method!]
The moment this line of words was written.
Or rather, the moment he said, "Start with the basics", which sounded like a "provocation".
The atmosphere in the lecture hall instantly exploded!
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