Chapter 1157 Professor Abel's Notes

Facts have proved that Lu Zhou's hunch is correct.

I don't know what kind of madness happened, but Molina really came downstairs from his hotel.

Everyone came, and Lu Zhou couldn't refuse, so he had to take her to the bar on the second floor of the hotel.

Unlike ordinary bars, this kind of bar in a five-star hotel is more like a restaurant than a bar, and its service targets are more business people, so it not only looks more modern and elegant in decoration , The music in the bar is also mainly piano music, violin and saxophone.

Of course, the wine that is usually served in bars will also be served here, although there are many that will not be written on the menu.

Lu Zhou ordered a bacon burger and a glass of German stout, and then watched the guy order a bunch of colorful cocktails without saying a word, pouring himself one after another.

Finally couldn't stand it anymore, Lu Zhou couldn't help but persuaded him.

"Drink less, drinking hurts your brain."

There is no such thing as drinking, not to mention ordering a bunch of colorful cocktails as soon as they come up, it looks like a novice.

"I invite you."

"It's not a question of who invites whom... Although if you insist on inviting me, I won't object."

Molina: "Why is that?"

Lu Zhou: "Your appearance will make me think that you are plotting against me."

The cup in her hand stopped, and Molina, who was drinking, frowned, and said with a little confusion.

"... What are you planning to do wrong?"

It's over, it seems it's too late.

This not-so-intelligent Yazi was probably on the verge of drinking too much.

Lu Zhou sighed.

"...It's nothing, just pretend I didn't say it."

After drinking the "Sunrise" in the cup in one gulp, Molina's eyes were stained with confusion.

After staring at the direction of the bar for a long time, she turned her face to Lu Zhou, and suddenly said.

"I just found out today..."

After taking a bite of the burger, Lu Zhou asked casually.

"what do you know?"

After a long silence, there was a flash of struggle in the confused eyes, Molina suddenly sighed, put the cup back on the table, and said with abandon.

"...Nothing, as if I didn't say anything."

Lu Zhou: "...???"

Are you kidding me?

Without any intention of explaining, Molina took out a handbag from the side and placed it heavily on the table.

"These things, here you are."

Lu Zhou: "...What is this?"

"The things handed down from the ancestors are mainly Professor Abel's notes. By the way, there are a few pages that have been drawn with a ballpoint pen...I accidentally got it on it when I was a child, so you don't have to worry about it."

For some reason, Molina almost gritted her teeth and squeezed out the words when talking about "ancestral inheritance", so that Lu Zhou was not sure if she was drunk or not. such a decision.

Looking at the handbag on the table, Lu Zhou said hesitantly.

"...Is it really okay to give me such an important thing?"

After taking a sip of the cocktail, Molina knocked the empty glass on the table without any image, and said with a blank expression.

"It's okay, I don't need them anymore... Anyway, what's written on them are all messy things."

Seeing the resolute expression on Molina's face, Lu Zhou was silent for a while, and finally said with a sigh.

"...Then keep these things with me for the time being. If you want to come back, please send me a message. Don't be shy."

"Don't worry, there will never be that day. Seeing these things will only upset me...I'll go to the bathroom."

As she spoke, she drank the last glass of wine in one gulp. Molina stood up unsteadily with her hands on the table.

However, before her knees straightened, Lu Zhou saw her kick her legs forward, then she stood up and then sat back.

There was a loud bang on the table, and she didn't hear her screaming for pain. The whole person fell straight on the table and fell unconscious. Looking at Lu Zhou, he was dumbfounded.

Is this a drink?

Although it was expected, it was too sudden.

Looking at the unconscious Molina, Lu Zhou was speechless.

How about buying me a drink?

Why did it end up being my treat.

"...Forget it, for the sake of this great gift, let's count this drink as mine."

Looking at the handbag on the table and sighing, Lu Zhou reached out and pressed the electric bell on the table, calling the waiter to the side.

Although all the consumption in the hotel can be counted into the room rate, but he is not the kind of person who loves to take advantage of the public, let alone the little money, so he insisted on swiping the card to buy the bill.

Looking at Molina lying on the table, the waiter smiled thoughtfully and said.

"Sir, do you need to check in for this lady?"

After wiping his mouth with a napkin, Lu Zhou said casually, "Well, I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Good sir."

At this moment, Lu Zhou suddenly noticed the ambiguous smile on the waiter's face, reacted instantly, coughed lightly and continued.

"I mean, help her open another guest room... Also, please help find two ladies and throw her in."

Realizing that he had misunderstood, the waiter immediately showed an apologetic expression on his face, and said in an apologetic tone.

"Okay, sir."

...

After flying tens of thousands of kilometers, Lu Zhou originally planned to go to bed early, but a large glass of beer and a hamburger made him unable to fall asleep at all.

Lying on the bed tossing and turning for a long time without feeling sleepy, Lu Zhou simply didn't sleep, took out the notes in the handbag, and flipped through them with interest.

The content of the notes is quite confusing, and it is not so much a research note as a diary of various mathematical sketches and inspirations.

Although he also has the habit of recording inspirations, he is still a little different from this professor Abel, at least he will never mix academic matters with trivial matters in life.

However, this Professor Abel seems to be more casual. He not only likes to intersperse some of his insights about poverty and life in the academic content, but also seems to be quite concerned about the situation in the Mediterranean and the Spanish tooth extraction movement.

This reminded him of an old friend—Professor Tao who taught at the University of California. In this regard, the two are really very similar. It's just that one is written in a diary and the other is written on a personal blog.

For example, when Lu Zhou turned to one of the diaries, on the previous page it was written that the wallet of Professor Abel was stolen while riding in the carriage and he cursed the thief, and the next page changed without warning. Considerations on the proposition that "general algebraic equations of degree higher than quartic have no algebraic solution in general form".

This proposition, which seems almost taken for granted now, was at that time equivalent to the proposition of today's millennium problem level, and its history is far longer than the Riemann Hypothesis. century.

By the way, this proposition was solved by him in 1824, and judging from the time on the footer of the diary, when he wrote these things, it happened to be at the end of 1823.

As for the Riemann conjecture...

Dr. Riemann, who proposed it, was born in a small town in the Kingdom of Hanover two years later, and he would have to wait another twenty years when he switched from the study of theology and philosophy to mathematics.

In fact, mathematics in the 19th century was very backward compared to today.

Even for a genius like Abel, due to the limitations of the times, it is impossible to say that he left any amazing discoveries in his notes, and Lu Zhou didn't have any hopes for it.

However, although it is impossible to discover new mathematical theorems or propositions, as a great man of the era, his mathematical ideas are still worth digging.

Not sure, you can find something interesting.

And Lu Zhou was also very curious about what this short-lived genius researched at the last moment of his life.

Turned to the next page, but at this moment, Lu Zhou's index finger and thumb holding the footer of the page suddenly stopped.

"……This is."

It was a sketch, I don't know if it was drawn with charcoal or pencil.

Obelisk-like "stone monuments" stand on the ground, and the endless wilderness continues to stretch toward the blurred edge...

The moment Lu Zhou saw the painting, his pupils shrank suddenly.

this painting!

He has seen it before!

Although it is not in the form of a painting...