Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

With a squeaky sound, the door was pulled out.

The silent air poured in.

The scene of the Seventh Report Hall, as if it was still in yesterday's chaos, the paper was casually thrown on the ground and no one picked it up, even the table he hit was maintained more than twenty hours ago, and no one helped it.

If it weren't for that quiet to horrible air, the Ark even thought it was back yesterday, back to the scene where his heart stopped suddenly...

The assistant standing next to him hesitated to disturb him. But thinking about his unfinished box of rice, he took a deep breath and said in an enquiring tone

“I've brought you here, if you want to stay longer, remember to close the door later. The keys... are here for me? Or do you have it? ”

“Give me that. ”

I picked up the keys from that cheeky assistant, and the ark gently went down and said, "When I'm done, I'll return them directly to Professor Hairch Holden, you go ahead and busy. ”

Professor Helch Holden is the Secretary-General of the International Union of Mathematicians and one of the main heads of the General Assembly's Organizational Committee, responsible for the dispatching of venues and the handling of emergencies.

After hearing that the Ark would contact Professor Hairch Holden himself, the assistant relieved himself and said nothing, turning away after saying goodbye.

The atmosphere in the reporting room made him feel repressed.

Especially that bloodstain on the white board that has dried up...

Let him not want to stay here for a second.

After the assistant left, the ark entered the reporting hall, turned on the lights, shut the door behind him at will, and then walked through the paper-springing aisle to the podium.

That bloodstain on the white board is heartbreaking.

But what's most distressing is that line of covert numbness.

As an expert in mathematics, he was well aware of the effort required to achieve those results and the enormous energy required. It is even possible to say that even he himself could not have done so without 10 days and a half months.

Especially under the torment of the sick, the ark is even more unimaginable and how she spent the year.

However, it is precisely when these formulas are seen that the Ark finally understands why she has been hiding from herself.

Perhaps, by the time she discovered her condition, it had reached irreparable proportions. Otherwise, she has no reason to be passive and no reason to choose to hide...

Unless there's really no way out.

After all, the early symptoms of cancer are similar to many common diseases, and her physique is not good in itself, and ordinary medical examinations are difficult to spot immediately.

And once the symptoms...

It's basically late.

In fact, this is also the cause of death for more than 70 per cent of cancer patients.

But…

“… how could she have met me? ”

Is it true that the Fields Prize carries a curse?

Staring at the formula on the white board, the ark took a deep breath and the pupils were filled with calm colors again.

The odds are too low to expect that Lehman will be able to get the anticancer meds just as soon as he completes his imaginary system assignment. Instead of hoping for this, it would be better to expect the patient to be in a good mood because Lehman's assumptions were resolved, so that the total elimination of cancer cells would be more "empirical".

From the outset, he did not expect to solve the problem through rewards for systemic tasks.

To be honest, the true value of this black technology system is not here, but the system task itself!

According to the system, when he completes the current task, there are three opportunities to re-randomize the task, in addition to the option to continue with the ongoing task chain. On the other hand, according to the principle of the allocation of tasks, the tasks normally assigned to him are the problems he is currently facing or is likely to face.

To be honest, this is like an intelligent scientific aid that draws on the development experience of future human beings or higher civilizations, comprehensively analyzes the resources he possesses, his social position and the environment in which he finds himself, and charts for him several scientific research routes with the highest investment and return.

With his LV6 biochemical grade, and the two most important prerequisites for cancer, his apprentice is more than 90% likely to trigger systemic tasks on cancer-related topics.

Although he may lack some knowledge of biology, scientific research is not the work of a person, and some of his local institutions of higher learning are sufficiently equipped to do so.

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

Money itself is a superpower.

Especially for a scientist who knows how to spend money.

Taken together, his chances of winning are still high.

If not even this...

It can only be said that the subject has exceeded the ceiling of the technological level of the present era and involves a series of pressing issues to be solved, rather than one that can be broken by surprise in this direction.

Taking a deep breath, the ark shielded all the noise in its heart from its thoughts and whispered silently.

“You didn't finish playing. ”

“Let me finish it for you...”

The canoe has completely calmed down and entered the state.

This is probably his time, in a real sense, devoting himself to a problem, to solving it with all his might.

This feeling seems to remind him of a few years ago, when he first went to Princeton for an academic conference.

The world of the inspirer, which once barely entered with the help of the system, was easily stepped into by him only at the moment of breathing.

And almost at this moment, that quiet lying white board formula and character, like the elf that was given life, was woven into a symphony of fate written by the vital spectrum, singing the theoretical keyboard strings in an invisible storm, converging into an exciting, indomitable, fateful melody.

No audience.

Not even musicians.

The sound did reach the ears of the ark, however, as if it had crossed time and space, brought him back to the classroom in Princeton, brought him back to that snowy night, and saw the snow weaved by numbers again.

“I see...”

The formula on the whiteboard was exhausted and the ark was silenced.

Not just what was written on the paper, but what was written on this whiteboard in a messy book, presumably her unfinished research.

A lot of things are just an abstract blueprint or even a contour that can't even talk about ideas, and must be accompanied by detailed and complex narratives in order to convey the content to the audience correctly...

However, it is not difficult to understand what she is trying to convey to her ship, one by one.

Not to mention in this state.

“… the unfolded formula [zeta (z)] -12 = Σnαnn ^ -z of [zeta (z)] -12 was truncated, introducing a new order number φ (z) = Σnβnn ^-z to modulate the accumulated function of the three parts of formula. ”

“No wonder my research is bottlenecked and I can't find an exit. My eyes focused entirely on the improvement of sophisticated advanced mathematical tools and methods of hyperelliptical curve analysis, introducing differential fluids into the composite plane as" auxiliary lines ", while ignoring some details and even underlying problems. ”

No wonder Chen Yang, who he dug from Yan Da Mathematics Research Center, was able to dig up so much room for improvement in his thesis.

At that time, the ark did not care, and now think about whether it did indeed commit the least deserving, “obvious” negligence - that is, when building a building, it only saw the height and landscape of the floor, but ignored the most basic stone brick, and whether it was capable of carrying this magnificent project.

“It is true that I neglected to make such mistakes to me if I hadn't been away from teaching for too long… Of course, this is not the time to make excuses. ”

“In addition, while your thinking is novel, there are still some problems with details, such as the selection of N values in Formula 8, and short plates on the ability to think in abstract spaces exposed when introducing differential fluids into the composite plane. ”

“If it were me, I would do it...”

The most important thing here is the whiteboard.

Before walking to an empty whiteboard, the ark picked up the pen that Vera had dropped from the side and painted a clear map of her heart, one by one.

Time and space seem frozen.

Everything that has nothing to do with this is excluded.

If the first half of the "performance” is like a storm knocking on the roof of a window, then the second half of the performance is like a river converging in thousands of streams, washing down the embankment blocking the road, hustling with boiling waves, rushing into the sea in the thunderous roar.

And the first wave hasn't yet subsided before the next rises...

This silent performance lasted a long time, much longer than 45 minutes, or 60 minutes.

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

Sleepy, there are energy pills to replenish.

The maze has trapped him for too long, and now it's the closest he's ever been 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 goes by, and the sun rises and falls out of the window without knowing how many rounds have passed, and the attention of the ark is not there at all, just quietly facing the eighth whiteboard, unknown how many times it has been written and wiped.

Finally, deep in the pitch of darkness, the searching ark finally saw a light.

That light.

As if from a void.

Staring at the void, the pupils of the ark zoomed in slightly, then contracted slowly.

There is no great pride in dialing the clouds...

nor cheered ecstatically.

Some are just, water to canal with so much calm.

And a bland explanation.

“So that's it. ”

“No wonder they buried all the climbers for a century and a half. ”

“This is certainly not a problem that can be solved simply by talent or learning. ”

Who would have thought that the eight-page paper from the Brethren Town of the Kingdom of Hannover, formerly of the Berlin Academy of Sciences, buried so many talented and intelligent scholars?

Nor would anyone have thought that more than a thousand mathematical propositions made on the premise of the establishment of the Lehman conjecture or its promotional form would rise to theorem at this moment.

Today, a century and a half later, someone is finally able to answer the question of this century on behalf of Gaussian.

Yes, Professor Lehman is right.

Closed his eyes, the ark took a deep breath and exhaled cloudy air from his chest.

Later, he looked at the camera at the corner of the wall and paused.

“Em. ”

“Help me sort out what's on the whiteboard. ”

“Just upload it directly to Arxiv. ”

He knew that Em had been watching him behind his back for days.

He even knew that the door had not been pushed open, and must have been because Em knew he didn't want to be disturbed, so he sent an e-mail to the person responsible for his safety using his address and tone.

Sure enough, the phone in my pocket shook up and popped a bunch of bubbles.

[Roger! (๑ • ㅂ •)✧]

[Congratulations Master, mua! (ω)]

After doing this, the ark removed a tube of energizer from the system space, unscrewed the cap and drank it, and stuffed it back into its pocket.

He hasn't slept in three days and hasn't been in a hurry.

With his hands on the podium, the ark sat up and quietly faced the front, with eight white boards lined up.

He just wants to sit here and wait quietly for that familiar voice to sound from the bottom of his heart...

Then make the next decision.