Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

Apartment building near the second ring road of Jinling city.

Director Li, who was standing at the door with Wang Peng, confirmed the address marked on the ar navigation again, and then reached out and pressed the doorbell.

After a while, a sound came from the door, and a strange sound rang from the intercom on the door.

"Who?"

"I, Lao Li, and Wang Peng ... Is Academician Lu at home?"

There was a silence behind the door.

That nice voice continued.

"Master-Academician Lu, he's out and not at home. Would you like to come another day?"

"Actually ..."

Director Li scratched his head, apparently did not expect that Lu Zhou actually went out, and for a while he didn't know what to do.

Standing next to Wang Peng, he asked.

"Excuse me?"

"Well? This question is embarrassing. I don't know how to answer it."

Wang Peng and Director Li: "...?"

Don't know what to answer?

Unsure of what was going on inside, Director Li and Wang Peng exchanged the oddities in each other's eyes.

In the end, it was still Director Li who broke the silence first, and said dryly.

"... Or come back tomorrow. This is not my problem because Li Gaoliang didn't let us make an appointment in advance."

Wang Peng nodded.

"I can only come again tomorrow."

Looking at the two people leaving through the door camera, Xiao Ai standing in the porch, muttered entangledly.

"Well ... as a hostess, shouldn't you invite guests to have a cup of tea at this time? But the host doesn't allow Xiao Ai to show his face, it's really nerve-racking ... what do you say? (????? ??? \ '\') "

Standing next to the "PvP-1" intelligent person guard, the scarlet pupil blinked slightly.

"It's not Ling, it's not Ling, isn't it ... I don't quite understand what you're talking about."

Xiao Ai: "... I don't really understand what you are talking about ._ (: 3" ∠) _ "

...

Department of Security, Jinling University.

The Dean of the School of Mathematics and Professor Sun Jingwen, who was in the classroom, are standing here at the moment.

In addition, there are two engineers responsible for security.

A person of unknown origin entered the classroom, and even made such a big noise. The school has no idea what it is, and it is a bit unexplainable.

Looking at the monitoring screen taken out, standing on the whiteboard and talking about the strange man in the history of number theory, Dean Qin Chuan murmured suspiciously.

"... Did Academician Lu say this?"

At least he didn't remember such a line in the history of mathematics.

Standing next to Dean Qin, Sun Jingwen accompanied him to the surveillance from the beginning to the end.

After a moment of silence, he suddenly said.

"I want to retreat for a while."

Looking away from the holographic screen, Qin Chuan cast a questioning look on him.

"Is that because that person said something to you?"

Sun Jingwen nodded and admitted this frankly.

"Because of his guidance, I came up with some new ideas ... about the Dirichlet l function."

Seeing that his students did not seem to be joking, Qin Chuan changed his solemn expression.

"Go on."

Sun Jingwen nodded and said nothing, turned and left the monitoring room.

The monitoring room was quiet again.

Qin Chuan, standing next to the engineer, stared at the holographic screen listing the monitoring images, as if lost in thought.

From the perspective of a mathematician, the content of that person's blackboard writing on the whiteboard can be said to be quite insightful.

Especially the understanding of the unified theory of algebraic geometry is likely not even under oneself.

And with a few words, Professor Sun who got into the horns suddenly realized that this is by no means what ordinary people can do.

Although the application of mathematics is extensive, the circle of mathematicians is not very large. There is such a great man, he can't say that he has no impression at all. Even if he hasn't seen his face, at least he should have heard his name and the rumors related to him.

However, it seems that he is only about twenty-four to five years old, and even surpassed 31 years old in mathematical attainments and won the Philippine prize ...

Can such young people really exist?

Just when Qin Chuan felt that his head was in a mess, the technicians were carefully comparing the pictures, trying to lock in which college's students, or faculty and staff.

Or at least, gather some clues about his sudden appearance in class and whereabouts.

But at this moment, the engineer standing beside the holographic screen suddenly made a tapping noise in his mouth.

Keenly captured the frivolity, Qin Chuan quickly looked at him and asked.

"Did you find anything?"

"Don't find anything ... just a little strange?" Staring at the person in the surveillance screen, the engineer with glasses, said queerly, "Did you not find it? There is a slight ambience around the contour of his face. Tearing picture ... "

"You say this ... it seems like a bit," another engineer apparently noticed the problem and frowned, adding, "It's as if the two incompatible holographic projection systems overlap, causing the outline of the picture to appear. Small distortion. "

"Don't ..."

"What is it?" Qin Chuan said anxiously, looking at the two people who were playing the mystery with each other, "You guys say it fast."

"He probably used some holographic facial repair system ..." A weird expression appeared on his face, and the engineer with glasses continued, "I don't know the purpose of this ... His face should not be his own. "

Face is not his own?

In other words, an optical mask?

Hearing this sentence, Qin Chuan gave a slight hesitation, his face filled with confused expression.

He really couldn't think of that man's motivation for doing so.

Just then, a hint of possibility suddenly popped into his mind.

Is it ...

It's him!

Academician Lu? !!

"Can I trace where he went!" Qin Chuan, who almost blurted out subconsciously, thought of this possibility and immediately asked the engineer next to him.

"The monitoring at our school can only trace to the entrance of the subway station ... After leaving the classroom, he went to the library, the old dormitory, and even the experimental building of the Academy. .But the final picture seems to be in the library, and then I don't know where he went. "

"It really is him ..."

It should be that Professor Lu did not run away.

In other words, it's been 100 years since I woke up, and I want to go back to where I once lived.

Thinking of this, Qin Chuan couldn't help holding his breath, his heart was more affirming his guess, and a strong excitement floated in the muddy pupil.

However, the intense excitement lasted for less than a few seconds, and soon turned into deep self-blame and shame.

If he was not disappointed with their descendants, how could he turn away without a word?

Looking at the surveillance footage, the back turned away from the classroom door, Qin Chuan sighed silently in his heart, and muttered quietly.

"Ashamed!"

"It's really ashamed ..."

Just as the students of Jinling University were discussing their own affairs, as the victim's Lu Zhou, he was sitting in the library at this moment, sighed, and put down the book in his hand.

"... It doesn't seem to be here."

In addition to the professor, he has been a student here for almost three years, so Lu Zhou wondered whether the second key would be in the library.

After all, this is where he spends his youth and sweat the most.

"It seems that there should be only one key on Jinda's side, and the remaining two really have to go back to the previous house, and there is a look at Jinling Institute of Advanced Studies ..."

Thinking about this, Lu Zhou returned the borrowed books to the bookshelf. While stepping out of the library door, he slightly tapped his index finger on the necklace around his neck.

Soon, the digital ripples swayed slightly along the contours of his features.

It was only a momentary effort. He updated the holographic image and completely changed into another appearance, disappearing in the crowd ...

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(I ask for a monthly pass ~~~)