Chapter 1072 Is It Actually You? !

Life is like a journey where you can leave as you say, making choices at the crossroads of countless choices, and finally reaching an end point where you don't know where you will stop.

Professor Mier felt that at this moment, he was standing at such a fork in the road. There are various risks hidden behind the seemingly bright future. Although I agreed without hesitation, when I think about it carefully, my decision is actually a bit too hasty.

However, after three full days of repeated struggles, he finally packed his luggage and embarked on a journey to Shanghai.

Although the identity of this Dr. Z is quite suspicious, if he just stays in this institute in obscurity for a lifetime, it is not the life he wants.

He was accompanied by his old friend Professor Sarot.

Although the professor of materials science and the summit in the field of artificial intelligence seem to be a bit inconsistent, the application of carbon materials has become more and more extensive over the years, especially the carbon-based chip produced by Huaguo recently. The connection between research on carbon materials and information technology has suddenly become closer.

For this, he has expressed envy more than once.

It’s obvious that everyone has a background in computers, and they all became monks halfway to start other things. In a blink of an eye, even artificial intelligence began to catch the attention of carbon materials. Why is his research direction still half-dead? look.

Every time he thinks about this question, he feels very angry.

"...this is probably the most boring academic conference I've ever attended."

Obviously, he has a different idea from the envious and jealous Professor Mier. After coming out of the report meeting, Professor Sarot, who walked with him on the street, said in a slightly bored voice, "A group of people who don't People who know what graphene is, expecting it to be a panacea for all problems are really stupid. Whether it is artificial intelligence or quantum communication, the key to the problem is not the material at all... this Why don't the idiots understand?"

"...Maybe it's because they've tried everything they can?" Not wanting to admit that he was such an idiot, Professor Mier used a euphemism, "When the knowledge in this field can no longer be opened up on this issue, When making a breakthrough, is it not a very common research idea to learn from other research directions or even completely different fields?"

"That's what I said, but I still feel that these unrealistic expectations are really stupid... Speaking of which, this is my first time in China," Sarot said with emotion, looking around the streets, "I didn't expect It has become so developed here. Amsterdam is like the countryside by comparison.”

Mier: "It is easy to have such an idea after watching too much BBC news, but to be honest, I still prefer Amsterdam. Although the buildings there are a little shorter, they are more beautiful, just like beautiful Dutch girls..."

Sarot said with a strange smile: "I always feel that what you are really interested in is not architecture."

Professor Mier made a fool of himself and said: "This must be your illusion... Speaking of which, don't you have an old friend from Huaguo? Every time I ask you who he is, you don't want to tell me. It's rare to come A trip, don't you plan to pay a visit?"

The moment he heard these words, Sarot's expression suddenly became a little subtle.

"I haven't thought about it yet. After all, I haven't contacted him for some years. He's doing well now. I don't know if he still remembers me..."

After that phone call, Lu Zhou disposed of his laboratory in Silicon Valley, and he never contacted Lu Zhou again after returning to Amsterdam.

In fact, he was still a little scared.

I have often heard similar rumors before that certain researchers had too close contacts with countries that the United States "dislikes" and were secretly disposed of as a result. Wasn't the most famous Girard Bull shot dead at his home in Brussels, Belgium after receiving an anonymous phone call?

He once used his own experience to help Lu Zhou establish a series of patent barriers in the field of lithium-sulfur batteries, and these patents are now causing Yankee new energy companies to complain. It is also because of this that since he was investigated by the FBI, he has been a little nervous.

After a pause of half a second, he changed the subject.

"There's a coffee shop over there. I'm going to drink something. Do I need to bring it for you?"

Professor Mier: "A cappuccino will do."

Sarot: "Wait for me here."

Seeing the back of Professor Sarot turning and walking towards Starbucks, Professor Mier put his hands in his pockets, and stood on the side of the road pacing left and right in a somewhat bored manner.

At this moment, a man in a brown jacket suddenly came over and asked politely in fluent English.

"Hello, are you Mr. Mier?"

Stopping in his tracks, Mier turned around and cast a puzzled look at him.

"Yes, what's the problem?"

He could not remember any close friends he had in this country.

The man said, "Someone is looking for you."

For a moment, thinking of the speculation on Facebook about Dr. Z being a Chinese, Mier immediately asked.

"Is it Dr. Z?"

The man's expression suddenly became a little subtle. He looked around and said softly.

"That's right."

Regardless of the old friend who went to Starbucks to buy coffee, Mier immediately urged: "Take me there...why don't you go?"

"Dr. Z asked me to ask you if you have thought it through."

Hearing these inexplicable words, Mier was slightly taken aback, staring at the man and frowning.

"Do you need to ask? If I hadn't thought it through, I would have flown thousands of kilometers away to listen to an academic conference that I wasn't interested in at all?"

As if accepting Professor Mier's statement, the man nodded.

"Okay, then please follow me."

After all, he thought Professor Mier made a gesture, then turned around and led him to a black Buick parked beside him...

Almost at the same time, Sarot walked out of Starbucks with two cups of coffee in his hand.

Returning to the side of the road where he was separated from Professor Mier, Sarot was slightly taken aback when he saw the crowds of people coming and going around him.

What about people?

Why is it gone?

...

Regarding the identity of Dr. Z, Huaguo's security department actually knew about it.

At that time, there were only a few people who were able to come into contact with the Martian bacteria. After the extract was sent to the ground launch center, they had never even been outside the country. It can be concluded that Dr. Z must be in the territory of China based on speculation.

Regardless of whether the world is saved or not, unstable things like Martian bacteria are undoubtedly quite dangerous if they are held in unsafe hands.

Almost immediately, the general staff intervened in the investigation, and the leader even called Lu Zhou himself to find out the situation.

Then……

Then nothing happened.

After all, it was not something worth concealing. Seeing that the national security department thought it was a leak of pathogens, and was so nervous, Lu Zhou told him directly.

Of course, only the people in Huaguo's security department knew about this matter, even the high-level and some security personnel responsible for Lu Zhou's security work. Even Professor Liu Zuobing, who also participated in the project, was kept in the dark.

It's not that Lu Zhou intends to sell this trick, it's just that many things are too troublesome to explain, so it's better to wear a vest directly on the body.

Anyway, he didn't intend to use this vest to do anything harmful.

However, Mier didn't know, and Ben didn't think about it.

He had made many guesses along the way here.

Including that Dr. Z is actually a military giant like Stark, including that Dr. Z is actually secretly developing a powerful information technology weapon for Huaguo...

But I didn't expect it to be this...

When he saw the man spinning the pen sitting behind the desk, Mier was stunned, pointing at him for a long time and unable to speak a complete sentence.

"You, you, you... I know you, you're the one—"

"Let me introduce myself again, Lu Zhou." With a slight smile, Lu Zhou said in a relaxed tone, "Welcome to Huaguo, Mr. Mier."

Seeing Lu Zhou confessing his identity so simply, Mier, whose brain was still down a second ago, suddenly became nervous.

"Is it really okay to tell me your identity directly?"

Lu Zhou said casually: "It's not a big deal at first, but I'm afraid of trouble, so I asked the relevant department to keep it a secret, and it's okay to satisfy your curiosity."

Mier said tremblingly, "I swear, I won't talk nonsense."

"Don't be nervous," Lu Zhou joked, looking at him who dared not take a breath, "This is a civilized country, even if you talk about this kind of thing everywhere, I can't make you disappear."

After a pause, he continued.

"At most, clear all your social accounts and mailboxes...and hard drives."

Upon hearing this threat, Mier's face suddenly collapsed, and he said with a sad face.

"...you'd better kill me."

in this era.

Losing these things is basically equivalent to social death.

"So, you just need to keep your mouth shut and nothing unpleasant will happen," Lu Zhou said with a shrug. "I allow you to participate in my project, and I'm not asking you to gossip."

Professor Mier nodded like a chicken pecking rice: "I understand...Speaking of which, I really didn't expect that Professor Lu is actually a computer expert."

Feeling the vibration of the mobile phone in his pocket, the expression on Lu Zhou's face became a little subtle: "It's sort of... In my spare time, I will study some problems other than mathematics."

"I understand. Generally, people who are good at mathematics have a good understanding of computers—"

With a light cough, Professor Mier was interrupted, and Lu Zhou continued: "Don't be in a hurry to flatter me, let me briefly tell you about the work here..."

At this time, the cell phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

This time it was not Xiao Ai's text message harassment, but a real call.

After stopping the conversation, Lu Zhou took out his phone.

"Wait a minute, I'll take a call."

The call is from the senior sister.

Without stopping, he pressed the switch button.

Just when he was about to ask what it was, an excited voice floated over the phone.

"The experimenter's problem has been solved!"

"When will you need it?"