Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

The sketch in Professor Abel's notes became a mystery.

As can be seen in the later part of the note, this scholar seems to have entrusted everything in his dream to the gods, completely abandoning his search for this clue.

Combined with the context of the times, this is understandable.

Although the Ark itself is an atheist, this does not prevent him from understanding Professor Abel's mentality.

It is the commonality of human civilization to entrust an unknown mystery to a powerful being.

Actually, why didn't he try it himself? Assuming that the system comes from a “higher civilization” or “future people” is not necessarily too smart to entrust such an assumption to the Spirit of the Universe.

Anyway, none of these three have a sound scientific basis to prove that they do exist, do they?

In short, I don't know if Abel has escaped that monstrous dream of land or has chosen not to think about it, and the rest of the note has completely turned into a reflection on the "one-dollar, five-dimensional equation without an algebraic solution” to the difficult problems of the century.

And the next thing, even if there are no notes, the Ark knows.

Professor Abel achieved tremendous success in 1824 and completed a series of mathematical achievements, including the Abel Theorem.

However, these achievements did not improve his life and did not even attract the attention of the then mathematical community in Paris.

Eventually, in the spring of 1829, he died of illness in his fiancée's home. For the most part, the account of some of his stories in future generations comes from a collection published for him by his teacher, Professor Holm, 10 years later.

The world depicted in that sketch is as if it had never appeared in history.

All clues about it were interrupted on the painting...

Standing at the courtyard door, looking at the ark coming out of the house, Molina lowered her arms and asked.

“Where are you going next? I can stay with you till the afternoon. ”

Ark: “That's it. ”

Molina accidentally picked her eyebrows.

“Enough already? ”

The ark nodded with a smile.

“Well, I stayed up all night last night, and I have to go away tomorrow, so I should get some rest. ”

After bidding farewell to Molina, the ark boarded a car driven by Wang Peng and returned to her hotel.

Rested all day.

Early the next morning, a black stretched sedan from the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs parked at the hotel's doorstep and connected the ark to the car.

The town of Omites they are going to is located in the south of France, not far from Paris, and the sooner they plan to return the same day, the better.

Prior to boarding, the Ark had thought that it would be more or less like arranging a bodyguard and a tour guide for itself from the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs, and it turned out that the director of the Foundation of the French Ministry of Science and Technology was the one who accompanied him.

Simply put, this position corresponds to the deputy department in charge of basic scientific research in the Ministry of Science and Technology of China.

The ship is not particularly aware of the level of administration, and even today, it has not really figured out what level it is as the chief designer and consultant of the Moon Orbit Construction Committee, but before leaving, the old man who came with him to France said that the director of Giacobino, who came to pick him up, should be of the same rank as Li.

Xiao Li, the old population, Ark Zhou should be referring to Director Li.

Anyway, just not at a lower level.

There was not much communication along the way except for the cold guest house before boarding the car.

The canoe that carried a book with it to the car also seemed completely uninterested in the conversation, just quietly turning over the book in hand, which made it quite difficult for Master Giacobino, who hopes to have a good relationship with the Chinese academia "Tai Dou”.

After a glance at the time on the watch, he saw that there was not much time left. He gave the driver an eye to slow him down a little, then looked at the ark sitting opposite him, smiling and chatting.

“… Harvest and Sow, an interesting name, is it poetry? ”

Turning a page at will, the ark said in a relaxed tone.

“Strictly an autobiography. ”

Autobiography?

The sausage scratched my stomach for a while, and Giacobino hesitated for a moment to continue asking.

“What's its author? ”

“Professor Grotendick, I don't know what year it was written... do you want me to read it to you? ”

Giacobino laughed and said from the grace.

“There are not many opportunities to listen to the lectures of the Lu Academicians. ”

Looking at this smiling director Giacobino, the ark smiled lightly.

He knew exactly why the liking behind this smile was.

But even though he sees it through, he doesn't go so low as to dismantle it face-to-face.

Clearing his voice, he spoke out in a smooth tone, excerpting one of his favorite passages.

“… every science from which we can derive a pure harmony when we are not using it as a tool of competence and dominance, but as an adventurous journey to knowledge that our generations have been striving to pursue. This harmony ranges from one period to another, more or less, huge and rich. And in different times and centuries, they show us different themes, and that delicate and delicate correspondence… as if from void. ”

It's like coming from a void...

This sentence was read twice, the first time in French and the second time in combination with his own understanding of the translation, I always felt that each time I read it, I could feel the significance.

What exactly is a void?

He's been thinking about it.

For Giacobino, however, it is a little more difficult to feel a deep sense of empathy in the heart of the ark. And in contrast, he was more surprised by the French language of the Ark.

Both of them had been communicating in English, so much so that he didn't know that Professor Lu's French was so fluent.

“… your French is very fluent, since when did you learn it? During your time at CERN? ”

The ark shook its head gently.

“About last month. ”

Giacobino: “…? ”

To be precise, it should be the end of last month, when he decided to come to France to begin his studies.

Of course, there is no need to say that, otherwise the ark is unsure if his chin will fall on his knees.

Watching Director Giacobino's gaze on his face, the Ark smiled slightly and left him alone. Instead, he continued to see the autobiography in his hands.

Just when the conversation between the two couldn't go on, the driver in the front row, it was time to talk.

“Here we are. ”

……

The church of Saint Lizier is situated in the small town of Omites, not a famous tourist attraction, just a small church where locals go to worship.

Standing at the door of the church, looking at the ark that came down from the car, the old priest glanced at the old priest and recognized his face and walked forward to say.

“You made it, I almost died from you. ”

Looking at the wrinkled old priest, the ark stunned slightly and smiled a little embarrassed.

“Sorry to bother you. ”

“What about the letter? ”

The old envelope was removed from his arms and handed to the priest by the Ark.

After opening the letter and scanning it twice, confirming that it was Professor Grotendik's handwriting, the old priest returned the letter to the hands of the Ark, whispering in his mouth.

“Before Professor Grotendik was born, he begged me to hand over his notes to you. I thought I would have been able to fulfill his wishes eight years ago, but I didn't expect him to wait hard from 72 to 80. ”

“… is really embarrassing. ”

The old priest unnecessarily hummed his nose and continued with a dull voice.

“You don't have to apologize to me, even if you don't come to lose me, the person you really let the dove lie in the dirt, if you're ashamed, go tell him, do you need a bouquet of flowers? For ten euros, whatever you do, the dead will forgive you. ”

The boat was about to pay, and turned over only one credit card for half a day, and Director Giacobino, standing next to him, caught the embarrassment on his face, quickly pulling out his wallet and looking seriously at the old priest, said.

“Give me two bunches, please! Professor Grotendik is a great scholar, and his departure is a loss to the world and to the people of France. And we've always owed him an apology...”

Professor Grotendik was a radical pacifist until his birth in a time of war. It was precisely for this reason that he and the then Paris Institute of Higher Studies had serious disagreements and conflicts over whether "mathematics should be used for war purposes”, which culminated in his secluded life in a small village in southern France…

These are old times.

Looking at the expression “as if” a heavy Giacobino, the old man hummed with his nose, laughing and dropping a profound phrase.

“If you really think so, you won't be here eight years later today. ”

After that, he also turned to the back door of the church and pushed open the wooden door leading to the cemetery, regardless of the gradual embarrassment on the face of the director Giacobino.

“Come in, distinguished guests, his tombstone is the second on the left in the third row. ”

The ark nodded and headed towards the wooden door.

But just as he passed through the door, the old priest suddenly reached out and pulled the arm of the canoe.

“Wait, this is for you. ”

He handed out a note from his hand.

The slightly yellow notebook was taken from the old priest, and the ark carefully opened the door page in his hand.

“Is this Professor Grotendick's note? ”

To be honest, this is the only thing that surprises the Ark somewhat.

The old priest said, "There's more, but he said it's the most important book, so I put it in the church. I can't read what's on it, but according to him, it's a mathematical problem that hasn't been solved. ”

“He always wanted to find someone to help him. He had previously met Deligne and considered a Germanic named Schultz, but he hated Germans and thought he was too young... just wondered why, while he was still here, he eventually chose you he never met. ”

Feeling the heavy feeling of history in this note, the ark did not read it for the time being, but took it into its arms and looked at the old man solemnly saying.

“Thank you for keeping it for so long. ”

In response to this thank you, the old priest hummed his nose and continued to say it unnecessarily and tacitly.

“You're welcome, you're a rich man. If you want to thank me, give me some money. This church has not been renovated in 50 years. ”

The boat stunned and smiled.

“No problem.”

Compared to those complex mathematical challenges.

It's the only thing that's small for him.