Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

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

As you can see from the back of the note, the scholar seems to pin everything in the dream to the gods and completely give up the search for this clue.

Combined with the background of the times, this is actually understandable.

Although Lu Zhou himself is an atheist, this does not prevent him from understanding Professor Abel's mentality.

Pinning an unknowable mystery to a powerful existence is the commonality of human civilization.

In fact, is he himself not? Assuming that the system comes from a certain "higher civilization" or "future person", it is not necessarily much more than pinning this hypothesis to the "spirit of the universe."

Anyway, these three have no reliable scientific basis to prove that they do exist, right?

In short, I don’t know if Abel has got rid of that strange dream, or chose not to think about it. The part behind the note has completely become a reflection on the century’s problem of “one dollar and five equations without algebraic general solution”. .

And then, even if there are no notes, Lu Zhou knows.

Professor Abel achieved great success in 1824 and completed a series of mathematical achievements such as "Abel Theorem".

Only these achievements did not improve his life, and did not even attract the attention of the mathematics community in Paris at that time.

In the spring of 1829, he died in poverty and fell ill in his fiancee's home. Most of the records of his later stories about his deeds are mostly from the collections published by his teacher Professor Holm for him ten years later.

The world depicted in the sketch is as if it has never appeared in history.

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

Standing at the door of the yard, watching the boat coming out of the house, Molina put down her arms and asked.

"Where are you going to visit? I can stay with you until the afternoon."

Lu Zhou: "Just here."

Molina accidentally picked her eyebrows.

"Is it enough?"

Lu Zhou smiled and nodded.

"Well, I spent the night last night, and I still have a long trip tomorrow. I should go back to rest."

After bidding farewell to Molina, Lu Zhou took the car of Wang Peng and returned to the hotel where she stayed.

Rested all day.

Early the next morning, a black extension car from the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs stopped at the door of the hotel and received Lu Zhou.

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

Before getting on the bus, Lu Zhou originally thought that the French Foreign Ministry had arranged a bodyguard and a tour guide for himself. It was almost unexpected that he accompanied him to the director of the Ministry of Science and Technology of the Ministry of Science and Technology.

To put it simply, this position is roughly equivalent to the deputy department of basic science research in the Ministry of Science and Technology of China.

Lu Zhou is not particularly aware of the administrative level. Even today, he did not understand the level of the chief designer and consultant of the lunar orbital construction committee. But before he set off, he listened to the Frenchman who came to France. The old man said that the director of Giacino who came to pick himself up should be a level with Xiao Li.

Xiao Li in the old population, Lu Zhou estimated that he should refer to Secretary Li.

Anyway, the overall level is not low.

In addition to the enthusiasm of the passengers before boarding the car, there is not much communication along the way.

The boat that took the book with the car on hand, it seems that there is no interest in chatting, just quietly flipping the books in his hand, which makes the owner of Giacomo who wants to have a good relationship with the "Chinese" in the Chinese academic world. Feeling quite tricky.

I took a look at the time on the watch and saw that there was not much time left. He gave the driver a look that made him move a little slower. Then he looked at the boat sitting across from him and smiled and talked.

"..." Harvest and Sowing, a very interesting name, is it poetry?"

Turned over a page, Lu Zhou said in a relaxed tone.

"Strictly speaking, it is an autobiography."

autobiography?

I had no idea what I thought for a while, and Giacino continued to ask for a moment.

"What is its author?"

"Professor Grottendick, I don't know what year I wrote... Do you need me to read it to you?"

Giacino smiled and said goodbye.

"There are not many opportunities to listen to the lectures of the academy."

Looking at the smiling director of Giacino, Lu Zhou smiled faintly.

He is very clear about what is behind the smile.

However, although he has seen this through, he is not going to tear down the emotional intelligence.

Clearing the scorpion, he used a steady tone and excerpted one of his favorite passages to read the sound.

"...Every science, when we are not using it as a tool of power and dominance, but as an adventure of knowledge that our human beings have pursued for generations, we can get a pure harmony from it. This harmony, from one period to another, is more or less, huge and rich, and in different eras and centuries, the different themes they show us, and the subtle and subtle correspondence... It seems to come from the void."

As if from the void...

This sentence Lu Zhou read twice, the first time is French, the second time is the translation given by his own understanding, always feel that every time you read it can feel the meaning.

What is the void?

He has been thinking about this issue all the time.

However, for Giacomo, it is a little bit more difficult to feel the same sense of the meaning of Lu Zhou’s heart. In contrast, he is even more surprised by Lu Zhou's French.

The previous two exchanges have always used English, so that he did not know that Professor Lu’s French is actually so fluent.

"...Your French is very fluent, when did you start learning? At the time of working at cern?"

Lu Zhou shook his head gently.

"About last month."

Giacino: "...?"

To be precise, it should be at the end of last month, when he decided to come to France to start learning.

Of course, there is no need to say this sentence, otherwise Lu Zhou is not sure if his chin will fall to his knees.

Looking at the stunned expression on the face of Director Giacino, Lu Zhou smiled faintly, did not care for him, but continued to look at the autobiography in his hand.

When the two people’s topics could not go on, the driver sitting in the front row said it was very time.

"We have arrived."

......

The Church of St. Lizier is located in the small town of Omites. It is not a famous tourist attraction. It is just a small church where locals go to church.

Standing at the door of the church, looking at the boat from the car, the old priest with a gaze gazing at his face and recognizing it.

"You can count it, I was almost killed by you."

Looking at the wrinkled old priest, Lu Zhou squatted slightly and smiled a little embarrassedly.

"Sorry, I am in trouble."

"What about that letter?"

The old envelope was taken out of his arms, and Lu Zhou handed it to the priest's hand.

After unpacking the letter, he hurriedly swept his eyes and confirmed that it was the handwriting of Professor Grothendieck. The old priest returned the letter to the hands of Lu Zhou, and said in his mouth.

"Professor Grottendick begged me during his lifetime. He must hand over his notes to you. I thought I could fulfill his wish eight years ago. I didn't expect to wait until I was 80 years old from the age of 72."

"...I am really embarrassed."

The old priest snorted with his nose very rudely, and his voice continued to say hoarsely.

"You don't have to apologize to me. Anyway, even if you don't lose, it's not me. The person who really put the pigeons in you is lying in the soil. If you feel embarrassed, just tell him, do you need a bunch of flowers? Just ten euros. No matter what you do, the deceased will forgive you."

Lu Zhou was preparing to save money. As a result, he turned over only a credit card for a long time. The director of Giacino standing next to him caught the shackles on his face, and his eyes quickly smashed his wallet and looked serious. I looked at the old priest and said.

"Please give me two bunches! Professor Grottendick is a great scholar. His departure is the loss of the world and the loss of the French people. And we have always owed him an apology..."

Because he was born in a war-torn era, Professor Grottendick was a radical pacifist during his lifetime. It is for this reason that he and the then Institute of Advanced Studies in Paris had serious disagreements and conflicts on the question of whether mathematics should be used for war purposes, which eventually led him to a seclusion in a small village in the south of France. life……

These are some of the old things going on.

Looking at the expression "as if" a heavy face of Giacomo, the old man snorted with his nose, and smiled and dropped a meaningful sentence.

"If you really think so, it won't come today after eight years."

After that, he did not care about the sly expression on the face of Director Giacino, turned and walked to the back door of the church, reaching out and pushing the wooden door leading to the cemetery.

"Please come in, a few distinguished guests, his tombstone is the second in the third row."

Lu Zhou nodded and walked in the direction of the wooden door.

But as he passed by the door, the old priest suddenly reached out and pulled the arm of Lu Zhou.

"Wait a minute, this is for you."

Said, he handed out a note from his hand.

From the old priest's hand, he took the slightly yellowed notebook, and Lu Zhou carefully opened the title page in his hand.

“Is this the note of Professor Grothendieck?”

To be honest, there is only such a point, which makes Lu Zhou feel a little surprised.

Old priest: "There are other things, but he said that this book is the most important, so I put it in the church. I don't understand the above things, but according to him, it is a mathematical problem that has not been solved."

"He always wanted to find someone to help him. He used to be De Ligne. He also considered a Germanic named Schultz, but he hated the Germans and felt that he was too young... just don't know why. At the time of his death, he finally chose you who had never met."

Feeling the historical sense of this note, Lu Zhou did not look through it for the time being, but instead took it into his arms and watched the old man solemnly say.

"Thank you, keep it for me for so long."

Thanks to this, the old priest snorted with a nose, still unceremonious and said.

"You're welcome, you are rich. If you want to thank me, don't give me some money. This church has not been refurbished for 50 years."

Lu Zhou squatted and then smiled and nodded.

"no problem."

Compared to those complicated mathematical problems.

This alone is a trivial matter for him.