Chapter 122 The World of Inspiration

He took two pieces of bread while passing by the dining car. After rushing back to his room, Lu Zhou threw the two small notebooks on the table and took out the draft paper from the suitcase.

everything's ready.

He took a deep breath, his consciousness entered the system, and he activated the "enlightenment time"...

Different from the feeling of deep learning, and also completely different from the feeling of taking the focus capsule, Lu Zhou who left the system space did not have the feeling that all impetuousness was isolated from his chest, leaving only pure rationality.

Instead, a warm current flowed all the way up the spine, and the moment it merged into the back of his head, it was like a flame entering a pyre, igniting his thoughts.

"...a strange feeling."

The index finger and thumb pinched the eyebrows, Lu Zhou squinted his eyes, and felt that everything in his vision was shaking slightly.

At the same time, the inspirations pouring out from the depths of his mind were like trickling water flowing through a valley, washing his cerebral cortex.

It's hard to describe that feeling in words.

It was as if at this moment, all the tentacles of the nerve endings in his body stretched out for more than one meter long, breaking through the shackles of the flesh and body, and directly connecting with everything in the universe...

The interlaced and overlapping rings on the curtain are like an abstract elongated Möbius ring.

The row upon row of textures at the end of the bed sheet is interpreting the connotation of the Fibonacci sequence counterclockwise.

The distance between the paper cup on the bedside table and the distance between the chandelier and the bed is exactly the golden ratio of thirds in the space composition.

These small details, which he would not have noticed before, are so obtrusive at this moment.

It is as if everything in the eyes has been stripped away, and the graphics are restored to pure geometric images in the depths of the mind, and the data is decomposed into pure numbers and operation symbols.

This feeling, for an artist, is simply a dream paradise.

Of course, it is also a hell for OCD patients...

Moved the cup on the bedside table to the right by about a few centimeters, Lu Zhou returned to the chair and sat down, took a breath, tried not to pay attention to the sense of disobedience in the room, and focused all his attention on the problem on the paper.

That is, are there infinitely many pairs of prime numbers (P, P+2)!

...

The functionality of the system has always been very user-friendly.

The inspiration time is 24 hours in total, and it can be started and paused at any time. However, after each pause, there will be symptoms of "inspiration exhaustion" for a long period of time. To describe it specifically, it is the feeling of sluggish thinking, decreased response, dullness... and so on.

After several times of exploration, Lu Zhou was finally familiar with the usage of this function.

And the effect brought by the enlightenment time made him, who had been troubled by the twin prime conjecture for half a year, feel ecstatic.

As a result, Lu Zhou almost forgot why he came to Princeton, and also forgot the report meeting on the afternoon of the fifth day, and even left the system tasks behind him without realizing it.

In order to make full use of every hour, he only turns it on for a maximum of four hours a day, and divides it into four times. Make the most of every hour, or even every minute, without interrupting your thoughts.

Immersed in searching for the answer, he is like a hunter patrolling the forest, searching for the clues left by the fleeting white dove.

And under the influence of the burst of inspiration, the clues that were originally elusive became traceable.

Even if he occasionally walks into a dead end of thinking, Lu Zhou, who is under the enlightenment time, can quickly find out where the problem is and what needs to be improved.

This experience was simply unprecedented for him.

For three days and three nights, Lu Zhou did not step out of the door.

He completely locked himself in this room of only ten square meters, and even the food was delivered by the waiter of the hotel.

And those draft papers filled with writing had already piled up in a pile of hills at the corner of the table. And the crumpled draft paper was thrown all over the floor under the table.

night of the fourth day.

With deep bags under his eyes, Lu Zhou looked at the 307th crumbled paper ball, and he couldn't help yawning while replacing the ballpoint pen with a new refill.

"Is there the last two hours left?"

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the timer on the phone screen. Lu Zhou pinched his sore brows, his consciousness entered the system space, and the enlightenment time was released.

Like a pot of cold water being poured from the head, cool to the soles of the feet.

That indescribable feeling left him in an instant, just like returning to the mortal world from heaven.

The boiling brain gradually returned to calm. Lu Zhou took a deep breath and exhaled the turbid air in his chest.

I haven't been out of the house for the past few days, and the rare academic conference is a waste.

However, compared to the benefits gained these days, this is nothing at all...

He could clearly feel that he was getting closer and closer to uncovering the last veil of the twin prime number conjecture.

Just a little bit...

Lu Zhou stretched and stood up from the chair.

He was going to go for a walk, then take a shower, then lie on the bed and have a good sleep, and everything would continue when he got up the next day.

Walking out of the hotel, passing through Palmer Square, and walking along the road to the Princeton campus, the cold evening wind blows on his face, Lu Zhou walks along the stone-paved aisle, letting his overheated brain go. .

If Lu Zhou were to evaluate this place, it would be more like a castle than a university, but there is no strict class and strict guard against death. The students here are full of enthusiasm. Like the students of other universities in North America, they will party and drink late at night, but when they encounter cool problems, they will also use 200% enthusiasm to delve into them...

As for more places, he just caught a glimpse of them and hasn't seen them yet.

Walking along the park-like lawn, Lu Zhou suddenly ran into an acquaintance.

When Lu Zhou looked at him, he obviously noticed Lu Zhou's side, reached out to say hello, and walked over here.

"What's the matter with you these days? I'm going to find you."

"Is there a problem?"

"It's nothing." Senior Brother Luo looked at Lu Zhou strangely, especially staying on his eye bags for a while, "You didn't touch something you shouldn't touch..."

"Indeed," Lu Zhou sighed, "I encountered a problem."

The doubts were instantly dispelled, Senior Brother Luo breathed a sigh of relief, and asked.

"What problem?"

"On the infinity of twin primes."

Brother Luo 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 casually, "How is your research going?"

Brother Luo sighed: "The six-sided dice thrown by God has a seventh result in the Hilbert space. This is not only a problem of mathematics, but also a problem of quantum mechanics, and it is also a dilemma faced by our research."

Lu Zhou expressed deep sympathy: "That's really nerve-wracking..."

"Yeah, it's hell." Brother Luo sighed, "Yesterday, I discussed with Professor Wang Xiping for a long time, discussing how to solve this physics problem from a mathematical perspective, but I still have no clue."

"The seventh possibility of six-sided dice..." Repeatedly repeating this sentence, the expression on Lu Zhou's face fell into deep thought.

The two walked and walked back to Palmer Square without knowing it.

Whenever night falls, this place is always so lively, people walking shoulder to shoulder to the bar, as if there are endless victories to be celebrated here...

Seeing that Lu Zhou stopped talking, Senior Brother Luo asked, "What's wrong?"

"Nothing..." Stopping by Palmer Square, Lu Zhou suddenly raised his head, his pupils gradually brightened, and his tone was filled with excitement, "Did you see that white pigeon?"

Senior Brother Luo looked at him blankly: "What?"

"I said that pigeon!"

"Where?"

Following Lu Zhou's gaze, Luo Wenxuan looked around for the white pigeon.

When he searched to no avail, when he turned around, Lu Zhou had disappeared...