Chapter 1296 It's Shameful to Waste Time

Outside the IMCRC headquarters building, the nearby traffic is almost blocked.

Reporters from major TV stations and newspapers almost blocked the gate, which seriously affected the staff who went in and out of work from here.

Even though IMCRC's security blocked some of them, a small group of journalists sneaked into the underground parking lot through various official or unofficial channels.

Just as Luo Wenxuan parked the car in the parking space, pressed the electronic lock and was about to go upstairs, he looked dumbfounded at a group of reporters carrying cameras and microphones, who surrounded him like zombies.

"...Hi, I'm a reporter from the Observer. May I ask Secretary-General Luo, does the latest IMCRC research mean that warp speed navigation is possible?"

"It is theoretically possible, but the realistic hope is very slim."

"Secretary Luo, does this mean that Huaguo will soon start exploring distant star systems? Can we set foot on Andromeda in our lifetime?"

"That's a good question, provided you live two centuries later, or a little longer."

"Secretary Luo—"

"Please excuse me. The meeting is about to start. If you have any questions, please contact the IMCRC spokesperson. That is our only officially certified speaking window."

Struggling to squeeze out a way out of the crowd, under the cover of the venue security, Luo Wenxuan squeezed into the hall.

Looking at the wooden door behind him that was closed by the staff with great difficulty, and the crowd that gradually dispersed under the persuasion of the security guards, he breathed a sigh of relief and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his hand.

"It seems that the reporters outside have made things difficult for you."

Hearing the familiar voice, Luo Wenxuan looked up and saw Lu Zhou standing beside him with a smile on his face.

There was a surprised expression on his face, Luo Wenxuan looked Lu Zhou up and down in disbelief, and said with a strange expression.

"How did you get in...I mean, you weren't blocked by those reporters?"

"Of course I have my own way," Lu Zhou smiled lightly, then turned around after speaking, "The meeting is about to start, let's go there together."

Although there are many things I want to ask, I obviously don't have the time to ask in detail right now.

Swallowing the questions that had already flooded his throat, Luo Wenxuan took a few breaths, then quickly caught up with Lu Zhou, and walked towards the conference hall with him...

...

The IMCRC Council meeting is about to begin.

Although the discussions were all boring academic issues, but because of the broad and astonishing prospects behind that vibrating particle, this meeting has rarely attracted the attention of the world.

However, although people are eager to know more inside information, Lu Zhou still did not allow any media reporters to enter the arena to observe, but arranged those media who obtained the right to interview through formal channels in another building. reception center.

The official spokesperson of IMCRC will report to them the results of the discussion at the meeting as soon as possible, and answer some questions.

Looking at the directors who were already sitting at the conference table, Lu Zhou cleared his throat and said.

"Long story short, let's get right to it."

After pressing the laser pointer in his hand, a star map of the solar system appeared on the big screen behind him.

Facing the sudden change in front of them, the council members sitting at the conference table looked at each other, not knowing what Lu Zhou was planning to do. Only a few people, including Luo Wenxuan, probably guessed something, with such expressions on their faces.

As if confirming the speculation of these people, Lu Zhou continued to speak.

"I have completed the theoretical demonstration, and the next step is the experimental part. We need to deploy a Z particle clock in the synchronous orbit and the orbit around Mars, and then—"

"Wait, wait a minute, what is the proof part of the theory?"

Interrupting Lu Zhou, Professor Whittle, a member of the US resident IMCRC council and director of the Brookhaven Science Society, raised his right hand, stood up with an expression of obvious distrust on his face, looked at Lu Zhou and continued.

"According to the normal process, shouldn't we first discuss the paper itself, make sure it is correct, and then discuss how to design experiments to prove it?"

Not angry because his speech was interrupted, Lu Zhou nodded, and said cleanly, "Of course, if you have any doubts about a certain part of the paper, you can raise it now."

The expression on Professor Whittle's face was slightly stagnant, and he held back for a while before he said angrily, "Although I haven't found the problem yet, it doesn't mean that others think so. I think at least we should—"

Lu Zhou glanced at the conference table and continued.

"Other people can also ask questions."

The directors sitting at the conference table looked at each other, but no one stood up in the end.

Stop asking questions.

Most of them did not understand the paper, and even if some of them understood it, it was only a very reluctant level of understanding, which is better than half-knowledge.

"As you can see, we are wasting time," Lu Zhou shrugged slightly while looking at Professor Whittle with a livid face, and continued, "If we have to wait until this theory is generally accepted by the physics community, then we will target According to past experience, it takes at least five years or even ten years to design experiments for the entire problem.”

Professor Whittle: "What's wrong with that?"

Lu Zhou said unceremoniously: "The bad thing is that it is shameful to waste time. Either you find out my mistake, or you just watch quietly, and I will naturally prove that what I said is right .”

Professor Whittle wanted to say something else, but maybe because he thought of his swollen face from the Z particle incident last time, he finally suppressed his complaints.

Seeing Professor Whittle sitting back in his seat, Lu Zhou nodded and continued to look at the conference table.

"Does anyone else have questions?"

"I have some questions to ask."

"Speaking."

"Let's not talk about the thesis...but why not the moon? It has to be on Mars."

After receiving Lu Zhou's permission to speak, Professor Fernando, a member of the British resident IMCRC council, stood up and asked his own question with a hesitant expression on his face.

However, after hearing this sentence, Lu Zhou sighed.

"You're asking questions like that and obviously haven't even read my paper."

Professor Fernando blushed, and said in defense: "I swear I read it, but there is a part of it... I haven't finished it yet."

In fact, I didn't understand it at all.

Mathematics is not his area of ​​expertise.

Although he can also use most of the mathematical tools to solve the problems encountered in theoretical physics research, most of those tools are outdated.

Regardless of Professor Fernando's defense, Lu Zhou supported the conference table with both hands, stood up from the chair, turned around and walked to the whiteboard next to the conference room, picked up the marker brush sticking to the side and wrote down A few lines of calculations.

【L=Ψαεαμνβγ5γμ(ν+imγν/2)Ψβ】

【…】

He looked at the calculation formula on the whiteboard with a dazed expression.

Almost all the participants couldn't figure out what Lu Zhou wanted to do.

However, when Lu Zhou wrote the last line of calculation, several professors showed a hint of bewildered expression on their faces.

This includes Wenxuan Luo and another European physicist from CERN.

After completing the necessary writing on the blackboard, Lu Zhou turned to look at the conference table and the participants sitting in front of the conference table, and explained.

"The Z particle itself doesn't have that much energy to change the curvature of space, and it's impossible to poke a hole in space...or to put it more academically, make a wormhole out."

"However, it is capable of perturbing the gravitational field."

Looking at the directors sitting at the conference table, Lu Zhou continued in a serious tone.

"It's very critical."

"Space-time is distorted by gravitational interference, and it is unevenly distributed around us. Changing the gravitational field is equivalent to indirectly changing the curvature of space-time."

"Imagine, if we want to travel at a warp speed in units of light years now, how should we flatten the universe that is several light years long? By human power? This is obviously impossible, but—"

As he spoke, Lu Zhou held the marker pen in his hand and tapped the whiteboard lightly.

"But we can use the gravitational pull of the stars - or in other words, the gravitational bond between the star systems and the gravitationally distorted space-time between the star systems! And then find a way to get closer to the end , to complete the light-year-level voyage!"

"Of course, if it's just an experiment, we don't need to send the probe to Proxima Centauri a few light-years away for the experiment. This experiment can only be done in the solar system."

"For example, with the help of the gravitational bond between planets, a hyperspace channel is opened between planets, which is what we call a shortcut."

After a pause, Lu Zhou continued.

"Come on, that's why we have to send experimental equipment to Mars."

"Planetary-scale gravity is the threshold."

"The mass of the moon is only one-eighty-first of that of the earth. Although it is an advantage in terms of distance, according to the calculation results, it is difficult to form a stable hyperspace channel."

"In theory, Jupiter is a more suitable choice, but the distance is too far, and the asteroid belt in the middle is also a trouble."

"Considering all factors, Mars, whose mass is 14% of the Earth's, is the best choice."

"Are there any other questions?"

Professor Fernando hesitated for a while, shook his head and sat back. Professor Whittle, who was sitting on the chair, swallowed and opened his mouth to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

It's just this feeling of being taught a lesson, which makes him unable to be happy...

"No one seems to have an opinion."

Satisfied with the efficiency of the meeting, Lu Zhou turned a page of the meeting documents in his hand, cleared his throat and continued.

"Then next we will discuss the structure of the Z particle clock."

"And, how to do this experiment."