Earth Era

It was already three o'clock in the morning. At the Third High Energy Physics Research Base under the Central Academy of Sciences, Huang Yuan and a group of scientists were still paying close attention to the constantly beating data on the display screen.

The third high-energy physics research base is located in space, orbiting between new Jupiter and new Saturn. Only in space can there be an environment that meets the requirements for people to conduct experiments.

This experiment has lasted for five days, and today is when the results of the experiment will appear. When the numbers were finally fixed, a group of scientists dispersed in a tacit understanding and each returned to their own consoles.

With these data, some theoretical deductions and calculations that were originally impossible can be carried out.

The analysis and calculation of the data lasted for several hours. Finally, all the data was summarized in the hands of Dr. Huang Yuan. A series of parameters were input into the Galaxy supercomputer, and calculations were started again according to the original physical model, and the final results were presented five hours later.

It is a series of complex combinations of data and operation symbols. In the eyes of ordinary people, these are just some characters, but in the eyes of Dr. Huang Yuan, these characters seem to have special power, a power that can make people despair and exterminate entire civilizations.

Dr. Huang Yuan's face was pale, and large drops of sweat were constantly oozing out from his forehead.

"Sure enough, even the highest-level virtual protection network cannot resist the penetration of dark matter particles. No material can provide us with protection."

This has theoretically denied the possibility of people using apparent matter to resist the invasion of dark matter particles. No matter how expensive the material is, no matter how powerful its performance is, no matter how complex the process is, as long as it is made of apparent matter, it cannot resist dark matter particles. Only dark matter materials can resist dark matter particles and prevent humans or other life from being affected by them.

However, today, when dark matter only exists in theoretical calculations, how can people have dark matter materials?

"Could it be that some mysterious fate is really going to trap our human civilization here?"

Dr. Huang Yuan could no longer bear the result, and he sat down on the chair. But after gasping for ten minutes, Dr. Huang Yuan gritted his teeth again, and a light like a bloodthirsty beast appeared in his eyes.

"No, it's impossible. There must be something wrong. The final result can't be like this. Yes, I'll check again to see where the calculation process went wrong."

Just as Dr. Huang Yuan stood up, the door behind him was pushed open with a creak, and a familiar, dull voice came into his ears: "Teacher, I have finished reading your notes."

Mo Xiangsheng's fat body appeared in the office. He looked at Huang Yuan expressionlessly and handed over a notebook: "Your notes are too simple. I only read them once and I have completely memorized them. Is there anything else I haven't learned?"

Dr. Huang Yuan's heart moved and he immediately had an idea.

Reluctantly suppressing the emotional fluctuations in his heart, Dr. Huang Yuan forced out a smile and said, "Onomatopoeia, you came just in time. I just have a question I want to test you on."

Mo Xiangsheng shook his head mechanically: "No problem can stop me."

Dr. Huang Yuan said deliberately: "I have an old friend. He is a famous chef in the entire civilization. Even the head of state is full of praise for the dishes he makes. If you can pass this test, I will give him Please come here and let him cook you a meal.”

Mo Xiangsheng said calmly: "Okay, what is the test?"

Dr. Huang Yuan sighed: "Forget it. This question is too difficult, you can't possibly do it."

Mo Xiangsheng seemed to be irritated. On his fat face, his eyes that were almost squeezed into a slit shot out with a captivating light: "Teacher, if I can't do it, I will never eat dried meat again." .”

"Do you really want to do this?"

"Yes."

"Okay." Dr. Huang Yuan pointed to the computer screen next to him: "I just performed some calculations on this computer. Among these calculations, there is a deeply hidden step, or some logic somewhere. , or there may be an error in the construction of the model. I can't tell you where the error is, but I know it must exist. If you are really a genius, go find this error. I will give you two days time."

"One day is enough." Mo Xiangsheng said in a low voice, and immediately came to the computer and began to check the entire calculation process. As soon as his eyes came into contact with the data, his whole spirit seemed to be completely immersed in the world of numbers, and he no longer paid attention to external objects. Huang Yuan waited behind Mo Xiangsheng for a moment, finally sighed, turned and left the room.

"Onomatopoeia, the future of our civilization depends on you. There must be an error in those calculations, and you can definitely find it out, right?"

In this anxious mood, Huang Yuan began to wait.

These calculations were made jointly by Huang Yuan and many physicists. Every step in them has been tested several times. With powerful supercomputers as tools, the possibility of errors is very low. But Huang Yuan still couldn't believe that these calculation processes were correct.

Although dark matter has still not been actually observed, today, when one physical calculation result after another has been actually verified, it is meaningless to question whether the current results can be verified in reality. But this means that until there is a breakthrough in basic physics, humans will have no possibility of leaving the Phoenix Galaxy. This result is too disappointing and unacceptable.

Countless times, Huang Yuan wanted to open the door and ask Mo Xiangsheng if he had discovered anything, but every time he controlled himself at the last moment when he was about to open the door. Huang Yuan knew that he could not disturb his students.

Mo Xiangsheng seemed to have encountered a big problem. In the past, Mo Xiangsheng would cry out that he was hungry and come out to look for food within two or three hours at most, but now, a full seven hours have passed, and there is still no movement in the room.

When the twelfth hour passed, Huang Yuan couldn't help but worry about his student's health. After hesitating several times, Huang Yuan finally opened the door gently, looked at the situation in the room through the crack in the door, and saw Mo Xiangsheng writing a series of complex formulas on the virtual interface. , his expression was sometimes excited, sometimes angry, and sometimes gnashing his teeth, as if he was fighting an invisible enemy. So Huang Yuan quietly closed the door again.

"Generally speaking, even if a person doesn't eat for several days, it will not cause any irreparable damage to the body. What's more, Xiang Sheng is so fat, he has enough fat reserves."

After more than ten hours in a row, Huang Yuan was extremely tired and could no longer hold on anymore. He randomly found a rest room nearby, but he only slept for less than five hours before he woke up.

In the room, Mo Xiangsheng was still immersed in the world of numbers.

Twenty-four hours have passed quietly, and the time Mo Xiangsheng said at the beginning has been exceeded.

His spirit was no longer as high as it was at the beginning, and his body began to tremble slightly while sitting on the large chair. Blood threads like spider webs appeared on his eyeballs, and his fingers drawing on the virtual screen were no longer as flexible and fast as before.

He seemed to be immersed in a certain problem and couldn't extricate himself. It often took him more than ten minutes to write a short formula on the virtual screen extremely slowly. It took more than an hour to finish writing a picture, but Often it will be completely erased and started all over again.

A researcher in a white coat came to Huang Yuan with a pale expression and said incoherently: "Dr. Huang Yuan, my calculation results show that it is impossible for us to use manifest matter to resist dark matter particles. I doubt my calculations. There is an error in the process, but I have verified it several times and it is still the same. I don’t know what kind of result you got?”

Huang Yuan said sadly: "I also got that result."

The researcher looked a little desperate: "We, we..."

Huang Yuan put his finger in front of his lips, shushed slightly, and whispered: "Onomatopoeia is looking for errors in the calculation process."

The researcher carefully looked into the room, then sat down in the corner: "If anyone can find an error, it must be onomatopoeia. Let's just wait."

Another researcher came here with a pale face. After whispering a few words with the previous researcher, he also sat down. Then the third place, the fourth place...

When thirty-seven hours passed, there were already a dozen researchers sitting by the wall outside the room. People looked anxious, but everyone tried to stay quiet. In the room, Mo Xiangsheng's fat body was still sitting there, and the inspection continued.

Suddenly, there was a loud bang in the room. Dr. Huang Yuan jumped up reflexively and opened the door in an instant. People then saw that Mo Xiangsheng had fallen to the ground with his chair.

"Onomatopoeia, what's wrong with you, onomatopoeia? Doctor, call the doctor!"

Huang Yuan roared anxiously, and then seven or eight researchers poured into the room, and everyone carried Mo Xiangsheng out in a hurry. It seemed that because of these movements, Mo Xiangsheng, who had already fallen into a coma, slowly opened his eyes.

"Teacher, I'm sorry, I didn't find the mistake. From now on, from now on... I won't eat jerky anymore."

"It doesn't matter, onomatopoeia, you can eat as much as you want, it doesn't matter if you spend all your teacher's salary on dried meat..."

Looking at the weak Mo Xiangsheng, Huang Yuan's heart was as sharp as a knife.