Chapter 1025 Answering the Question of the Century

With a creaking sound, the door opened outwards.

A still air came.

The scene in Lecture Hall No. 7 seemed to be stuck in the chaos of yesterday. The papers were thrown randomly on the ground and no one was picking them up. Even the table that he knocked over remained the same as it was more than 20 hours ago. No one straightened up.

If it weren't for the terrifyingly quiet air, Lu Zhou even thought he had returned to yesterday, the scene that made his heart stop suddenly...

Seeing Lu Zhou staring at everything in the lecture hall without saying a word, the assistant standing next to him hesitated to disturb him. But thinking about his unfinished lunch, he still took a deep breath and said in a consulting tone.

"I've brought you here. If you want to stay a little longer, remember to close the door later. The key...is it with me? Or did you take it with you?"

"Give it to me."

Taking the key from the assistant with a nervous expression, Lu Zhou nodded lightly and said, "When I'm done, I'll return it to Professor Helch Holden, you go ahead and do it."

Professor Helch Holden is the secretary general of the International Union of Mathematicians and one of the main leaders of the organizing committee of this conference, responsible for the scheduling of the conference venue and the handling of emergency situations.

After hearing that Lu Zhouhui contacted Professor Helch Holden himself, the assistant breathed a sigh of relief and said goodbye, then turned around and left here.

The atmosphere in the lecture hall made him feel depressed.

Especially the dried blood on the whiteboard...

Let him not want to stay here any longer for a second.

After the assistant left, Lu Zhou entered the lecture hall, turned on the light, and closed the door behind him, then walked through the aisle sprinkled with papers and walked to the podium.

The smear of blood on the whiteboard is distressing.

However, the most distressing thing is the dense row of calculations.

As an expert in the field of mathematics, he is well aware of the effort and energy required to achieve these results. It can even be said that even if it is himself, it is impossible to do it without ten days and a half months.

Especially under the torture of illness, Lu Zhou couldn't imagine how she spent this year.

However, it was precisely after seeing these formulas that Lu Zhou finally understood why she kept hiding it from himself.

Perhaps, when she discovered her condition, it had reached an irreversible level. Otherwise, she has no reason for negative treatment, nor any reason to choose to hide...

Unless there is really no way out.

After all, the symptoms of early cancer are similar to many common diseases, and her constitution is not very good, and it is difficult for ordinary medical examinations to find the problem immediately.

And when symptoms appear...

Basically it's too late.

In fact, it is also the cause of death in more than 70% of cancer patients.

But……

"...how did she happen to meet her."

Could it be that the Fields Medal really has its own curse?

Staring at the formula on the whiteboard, Lu Zhou took a deep breath and filled his pupils with calm colors.

It is too low to expect to get the anti-cancer drug after completing the systematic task of Riemann's conjecture. Rather than relying on this, it is better to hope that the patient's mood is better because the Riemann conjecture is solved, and then the cancer cells are completely destroyed, but it is more "experienced".

From the beginning, he did not expect to solve the problem through the reward of the system task.

To put it bluntly, the real value of this black technology system is not here, but in the system task itself!

According to the settings of the system, when he completes the current task, in addition to the option to continue the ongoing task chain, there are three chances to re-ran the task. According to the principle of assignment of tasks, the tasks assigned to him are usually the problems he is currently facing, or may be facing.

To put it bluntly, this thing is like an intelligent scientific research aid. Referring to the development experience of future people or advanced civilizations, comprehensively analyze his resources, social status and environment, and plan for him several scientific researches with the highest investment and benefits. route.

With his LV6 biochemical level and the fact that he is his most important apprentice with cancer, the probability of triggering system tasks on cancer-related topics is over 90%.

Although he may be lacking in biological knowledge, scientific research is not the work of one person, and where he lacks, there are talents in the Institute for Advanced Study who can make up for it.

Besides, in addition to the knowledge that he can rely on, he also has money.

Being rich is a superpower in itself.

Especially for a scientist who knows how to spend money.

Overall, his odds of winning are still very high.

If that doesn't work...

It can only be said that this subject has exceeded the upper limit of the technical level of the current era, and involves a series of problems that need to be solved urgently, rather than a problem that can be broken through in this direction.

Taking a deep breath, Lu Zhou shielded all the distracting thoughts in his heart from his thoughts and said softly.

"Your unfinished performance."

"Let me do it for you..."

Lu Zhou, who has completely calmed down, has completely entered the state.

This is probably because during this period of time, in the true sense, he devoted himself to a problem and went all out to solve a problem.

This feeling seemed to remind him of the first time he went to Princeton to attend an academic conference a few years ago.

The world of the Inspirator, which he reluctantly entered with the help of the system, was now easily stepped into by him in just one breath.

And almost at this moment, the formulas and characters lying quietly on the whiteboard, like spirits endowed with life, weave into a symphony of destiny composed by life, in the invisible In the storm, the theoretical harpsichord strings sounded, converging into a passionate, unyielding melody belonging to destiny.

There is no audience.

Not even a musician.

However, the voice really reached Lu Zhou's ears, as if spanning time and space, taking him back to the classroom in Princeton, taking him back to that snowy night, and seeing the scene woven by numbers again. snow.

"I see……"

Looking at the formula on the whiteboard, Lu Zhou nodded silently.

Not only the content described on the paper, but also the parts that were written chaotically on this whiteboard were probably her unfinished research.

Many things are just an abstract blueprint, not even the outline of an idea, and must be accompanied by a detailed and complex narrative in order to correctly convey the content to the audience...

However, for Lu Zhou, who taught her this knowledge bit by bit, it was not difficult to understand what she wanted to express.

Especially in the current state.

"...the expansion of [ζ(z)]-1/2 [ζ(z)]-1/2=Σnαnn^-z was truncated, and a new series φ(z)=Σnβnn^ was introduced -z, modulate the integrand of the third part of the equation."

"It's no wonder that my research has fallen into a bottleneck and I can't find an exit. My eyes are all on the improvement of complex advanced mathematical tools and methods such as hyperelliptic curve analysis, introducing differential manifolds into complex planes as 'auxiliary lines' However, some details and even basic issues are ignored.”

It is no wonder that Chen Yang, who he dug over from the Mathematical Research Center of Yanda University, was able to find so much room for improvement in his thesis.

At that time, Lu Zhou didn't care, but now that he thinks about it, he may indeed have committed the most inappropriate, "obvious" negligence-that is, when building a building, he only saw the height and view of the floor. , but ignored whether the most basic stone bricks could carry this majestic project.

"It is indeed my negligence. If I hadn't been away from teaching for too long, this kind of mistake should not have been made for me... Of course, now is not the time to make excuses."

"In addition, although your idea is very novel, there are still some problems in details, such as the selection of the N value in Equation 8, and the abstract spatial thinking ability exposed when the differential manifold is introduced into the complex plane. short board."

"If it were me, I would do this..."

The most important thing here is the whiteboard.

Walking to an empty whiteboard, Lu Zhou picked up the pen that Vera had dropped on the ground from the side, and traced the gradually clear map in his heart on it stroke by stroke.

Time and space seemed to freeze.

Everything unrelated to this is ruled out.

If we say that the "playing" in the first half is like a storm beating on the eaves of the window, then the performance in the second half is like a river where thousands of streams converge, breaking down the embankments that block the road, and the roaring waves are roaring in thunder. With the roar of galloping into the sea.

And one wave has not settled, another wave has arisen...

The silent performance went on for a long time, far more than forty-five minutes, or sixty minutes.

Hungry, there is still some liquid food left in the space.

If you are sleepy, there are still energy potions to replenish.

The maze had trapped him for too long, and this was the closest he had come to the finish line.

If you give up this time...

If you want to wait until the next time, you don't know when to go.

Time passed by minute by minute, the sun rising from the east and setting in the west outside the window did not know how many rounds had passed, and Lu Zhou's attention was not there at all, just quietly facing the eighth sheet. How many times have you wiped the whiteboard.

Finally, in the dark depths, Lu Zhou, who was constantly searching, finally saw a light.

That light.

As if from the void.

Staring at the void, Lu Zhou's pupils dilated slightly, and then slowly contracted.

There is no pride in seeing the sun through the clouds...

There was no ecstatic cheering either.

Some are just, the natural and the original so calm.

And, a touch of flat relief.

"I see."

"It's no wonder that a century and a half of climbers can be buried."

"It's really not something that can be solved with just talent or knowledge."

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 and intelligent scholars.

No one would have thought that more than a thousand mathematical propositions based on the establishment of the Riemann conjecture or its generalized form would be promoted to theorems at this moment.

Today, a century and a half later, someone can finally answer the question of the century in place of Gauss.

Yes, Professor Riemann is correct.

Closing his eyes, Lu Zhou took a deep breath and spit out the turbid air in his chest.

Afterwards, he looked at the camera in the corner and paused.

"Xiao Ai."

"Help me sort out what's on the whiteboard."

"Just upload it directly to Arxiv."

He knew that during the past few days, Xiao Ai had been watching him silently from behind.

He even knew that the reason why the door was not pushed open must be because Xiao Ai knew he didn't want to be disturbed, so he used his address and tone to send an email to the person in charge of his safety.

Sure enough, the phone in his pocket vibrated, and a bunch of bubbles popped out.

【receive! ()】

【Congratulations, master, mua! (///ω///)]

After doing these things, Lu Zhou took out a tube of energy potion from the system space, unscrewed the cap and drank it, and then stuffed it back into his pocket.

He hadn't slept for three days, and he wasn't in a hurry to go to sleep.

Holding the podium with both hands, Lu Zhou sat up and quietly faced in front of him. The word lined up eight whiteboards.

He just wants to sit here now, quietly waiting for that familiar voice to sound from the bottom of his heart...

Then, make the next decision.