Zhuang Li disappeared into the light group, and the equipment in the laboratory also exploded. Thick smoke and metal fragments flew everywhere, piercing through the dome, and finally making the energy film lose its defensive function.
The female anchor was so frightened that she screamed, and the audience was shocked.
The photographer rushed into the laboratory with two handfuls of particles, repeatedly checked the place where Zhuang Li disappeared, and skillfully disassembled the laboratory's central control equipment.
But the casings of these devices are made of special metal materials, and even photographers pulling out a state-of-the-art laser cutter can't leave a trace on the smooth casing.
After changing several tools, the photographer failed to disassemble the metal casing, and could not find the connection port, so he had no choice but to give up.
The chip implanted in his cerebral cortex has become hot, and Dr. John shouted frantically in the channel: "Collect all the data in the laboratory, and can't miss anything! Do you hear No. 49? I want everything there, everything. !"
The photographer had to continue to disassemble these instruments that could not be disassembled at all.
But two minutes later, he stood up with his hands up, slowly retreated to the base of the wall, and then whispered, "Doctor, I can't carry out your order, the federal army has arrived."
He looked up at the door of the laboratory, where dozens of soldiers stood in unison, the roar of the aircraft came from overhead, and more soldiers were still arriving.
The photographer is under control.
Federal troops took over the lab and ordered the female anchor to stop broadcasting.
The female anchor said tremblingly: "Our cameras are all broken, and the live broadcast should have been suspended long ago."
No, no, the live broadcast has been going on all the time. Even if the Federal Army contacted the live broadcast platform and asked them to cut off the signal, everything that happened in this laboratory was still broadcast in real time on the Internet.
After checking the female anchor's body and confirming that she did not carry recording equipment, the federal soldiers realized that even if such a violent explosion occurred, it was still undamaged. The monitors hanging on the dome of the laboratory were the ones that prevented the signal of the live broadcast room from being cut off. The culprit.
They immediately raised their guns and fired at the monitors.
Incredible things happened. Those teardrop-shaped monitors survived the bombardment of particle bombs. Their smooth surfaces can even reflect particle projectiles, so much so that Union soldiers nearly get hurt.
The intensive strafing came to an abrupt end, and the federal soldiers who seemed mighty and mighty just now were scrambling to find cover.
Their embarrassed posture was an eye-opener for the audience in the live broadcast room. It turned out that the legendary federal army that saved all mankind was so incompetent in reality that even a few cameras could not deal with it.
After the stray bullets subsided, these soldiers, like the photographer before, had nothing to do with this dilapidated laboratory.
After a few minutes of stalemate, General Ford rushed to the scene with several scientific leaders, namely Dr. Chemonov, Dr. Depp, Dr. Albert, and Dr. Chatman.
Half an hour ago, these people scoffed at Zhuang Li's theory, but now, their faces are full of urgency and anxiety to explore the truth.
The Dyson sphere was literally burned, and the news is currently only known to the top.
After a while, Dr. John also rushed in under the close surveillance of several soldiers, and then plunged into the laboratory full of broken parts, frantically rummaging for things.
The first thing he checked was the black notebook. Even though it had turned into a pile of ashes, he still used his brain to scan and probe repeatedly, trying to find the characters that had not been burned.
After scanning, he was even reluctant to destroy the dust, and immediately took out a glass container and put them carefully into it.
Later, he went to disassemble the panel of the main control device and tried to take out the chip inside.
The chip that records all the data and data is undoubtedly more precious than that notebook.
But he also can't do anything about these sturdy, seamless panels.
After trying various cutting methods to no avail, Dr. John lost his patience and started kicking the metal panels frantically, roaring meaningless syllables.
The savior Dr. John, who has always been personable and suave, is now like a wild beast.
Audiences who had never seen this side of him were already stunned, and asked each other fearfully:
[What happened just now?]
[Why did Zhuang Li suddenly disappear?]
[What is that light group?]
[Is the theory of dimensional upgrading he said true?]
[What is Dr. John doing? Is he crazy?]
[Is the video of the burned Dyson sphere real?]
[This is all a joke made by the TV station with us, right?]
General Ford looked at his old friend in madness, and his heart sank. It's true, everything that happened just now is true, no one will make such a joke that is almost doomsday!
Cold sweat quickly wetted General Ford's back.
Several doctors stared at John with incredible eyes, and then asked one by one, "Your four-dimensional theory was really stolen from Zhuang Li, right?"
"And that theory is still wrong. Only Zhuang Li knows the correct theory, right?"
"I remember more than ten years ago, you were just a late-stage scholar, and none of your research results came out well, but suddenly one day, you successfully verified the exact value of the gravitational field of a black hole, and became famous. You wrote the verification method, but The reason you didn't participate in the debate is because you just memorized Zhuang Li's verification process by rote, and you don't have the deep math skills he has, right? You've been using him all the time!"
"The day you suddenly became famous was also the day you adopted Zhuang Li!"
"All the papers and results you published are actually Zhuang Li's, right?"
Dr. John, who frantically kicked the main control device, slowly stopped, and turned his head stiffly. The panic and dodge in his eyes were enough to explain everything.
More and more people heard the news and squeezed into the live broadcast room, watching all this in astonishment. Was their savior just a thief
Chemonov walked to the collider that had turned into powder, and said bitterly: "I suspect that Zhuang Li captured dark matter and used the energy in dark matter to open the channel of high-dimensional space. He has already left us. this world."
Several other doctors had already guessed, so they all nodded.
This remark set off a storm on the Internet.
Everyone knows that the universe is constantly expanding. But the distance between the stars in each galaxy remains the same, as if there are a pair of invisible hands that firmly press these galaxies in the surging sea water, so that they will not be shattered by the waves.
Dark matter is the invisible hand that holds the entire universe. Whoever controls it can control the mysteries of the world.
Therefore, since the rapid development of scientific and technological civilization, scientists around the world are looking for dark matter. But hundreds of years later, dark matter has still not been discovered.
While others are still working on proving the existence of dark matter, Zhuang Li has already thoroughly studied it and used its energy to open the channel of different dimensions.
What level of technology is this
The audience in the live broadcast room was shocked beyond words.
Chemonov murmured, "Zhuang Li's knowledge in his brain is at least a hundred years ahead of us. He is a genius!"
Dr. Albert said in despair: "No, genius is not enough to describe him, he is a super genius!"
General Ford asked eagerly, "Has Zhuang Li really disappeared? Can we get him back? How would we build a Dyson sphere without him?"
Hearing this sentence, everyone suddenly realized that the direct consequence of Zhuang Li's disappearance was not the loss of a super genius in the Federation, but the destruction of the world.
Only Zhuang Li understood the scientific principles of how to build a truly usable Dyson sphere with limited resources, but he burned the manuscript, blew up the computer, destroyed all the data, and left forever.
Several scientists were instantly stunned.
Seeing their gray and defeated faces, General Ford already understood everything, "Zhuang Li won't be back, right?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"We can't come back, unless we can also find dark matter and open the channel of high-dimensional space. But with our current level of technology, it takes at least one or two hundred years of scientific practice to extract dark matter from the air." Monoov shook his head helplessly.
"But our energy shield can only last for two years." Dr. Depp added desperately.
Hearing this, not only General Ford was hit hard, but the audience in the live broadcast room also felt chills. They vaguely realized that another world-annihilating disaster was just around the corner.
"Unless we can decipher the complete dimension-raising theory in the shortest possible time." Dr. Albert still had a little hope in his heart.
General Ford immediately urged: "Then why don't you crack it!"
The audience was also excited, staring nervously at several great scientists.
"We need to replay the live broadcast just now." Dr. Chatman turned on his brain and rewinded the live video back to the section where Zhuang theory proved the four-dimensional theory.
But unfortunately, when writing the key formula, Zhuang Li stopped writing and said sarcastically: "Why should I write the complete formula? What good will it do to me?"
Yes, his kingdom was destroyed, his compatriots were slandered, and his achievements were stolen... The world gave him only endless malice and harm, and never returned even a little warmth. So why does he want to save the world
Perhaps when he first walked on the street and saw that the people around him were all white skin and blue eyes, and they were pointed at the nose by these people and scolded yellow-skinned pigs, trash, and cowards, he thought of running away.
He has no sense of belonging to this world.
Thinking of everything Zhuang Li has encountered in the past few years, General Ford couldn't help but close his eyes, showing an expression of indifference.
All mankind is a community with a shared future, and no one can be alone when disaster strikes—General Ford suddenly had an extremely profound understanding of this sentence.
When the surviving people obliterated the achievements of the Chinese people, they never imagined that they also obliterated the last hope of mankind.
I hope that several scientists can decipher Zhuang Li's theory of dimensional upgrading. Thinking of this, General Ford issued another summoning order, inviting scientists from all over the world to decipher the theory of dimensional upgrading.
Famous scientists continue to join the team, online and offline, on and off the field, huge and complex computing work has begun.
General Ford knew that the monitors in the laboratory were broadcasting the movements of the military and the scientific community to the world, but he could not leave the place.
One is that there may still be precious materials left by Zhuang Li here; the other is that several scientists like to perform calculations here. They want to feel the breath of super genius up close.
Unmasked, Dr. John tried to escape, but was held back by two soldiers with guns. The killer he hired had long since been taken down for questioning.
The whole world is watching the "savior".
More than an hour later, a lieutenant returned with a chip and reported: "This is the information we found in Poincaré John's back room, please take a look."
The chip is inserted into the brain by the deputy general and converted into a holographic page.
A notebook also printed with a five-star red flag appeared in front of everyone. The notebook was constantly opened by one hand, scanned and recorded, and was thrown into the brazier after the recording was completed.
The orange flame engulfed the red flag on the cover, as well as the two Chinese characters.
Before that, no one knew what these two words meant, but now, the whole world understands that it is Zhuang Li's Chinese name, a symbol that belongs to him only.
There is no doubt that this notebook belonged to Zhuang Li fourteen years ago, and the contents recorded in it are exactly the four-dimensional theory that Dr. John once published.
Several scientists read the information in the chip repeatedly, and finally shook their heads regretfully: "We didn't find any more clues. The complete theory should have been calculated by Zhuang Li in the next ten years."
Determining that the manuscript was of little value, several scientists threw themselves into massive calculations.
General Ford reluctantly flipped through the contents of the chip, his hands began to tremble slightly. The rest of the soldiers searched and searched the dilapidated house, but found nothing useful.
With a gun pointed at his head, Dr. John stood aside in cold sweat.
People all over the world are swearing at this "savior", and they are also waiting for the verification results of several scientists.
All the energy shields became much weaker when the Dyson sphere was burned, and the temperature of each surviving base continued to drop, and finally maintained at a critical point where people could not freeze to death but would be extremely uncomfortable.
Many intolerant plants are dying, and the Great Famine and Depression are on their way.
The hearts of all mankind were suspended, and they began to pray, but there was no way to suppress the fear in their hearts.
Zhuang Li, Zhuang Li, Zhuang Li... At this moment, people all over the world are shouting the name that once made them spurn into the mud.
In the first three days, scientists all over the world were working hard to deduce the theory of dimension-raising; on the fourth day, those who were less advanced began to give up; on the fifth day, more people quit the calculation; on the sixth day, someone fainted on a desk full of formulas On; on the seventh day, a great mathematician broke down and cried like a child...
On the fourteenth day, Chemonov threw away the ball-point pen in his hand and said with great pain: "Sorry, we have no way to verify the propagation speed of light in four-dimensional space. That is another dimension, and it is our complete It's impossible to imagine."
Dr. Chatman tugged at his messy hair, his voice full of pain: "Our brains are three-dimensional, Zhuang Li's head is four-dimensional. To test his theory, we must all change our heads. Do you understand? That? Impossible! Impossible!"
Dr. Depp covered his face and choked out: "What if Zhuang Li was still there? If we had shown kindness to him, nurtured him well, let him gain enough respect, and found a sense of belonging in this world, maybe he would have won't leave."
Dr. Albert took off his glasses and burst into tears: "He is our only hope, but now, that hope is gone."
Hearing the words of several scholars, General Ford, who had been anxiously waiting for more than ten days, shook his body and was a little unable to stand.
The audience in the live broadcast room began to cry in despair.
[No, I don't want to die!]
[Zhuang Li, please come back!]
[We were wrong, we were so wrong!]
[We forced the real savior away, leaving a robber behind!]
[Kill John!]
The hatred of the world was poured out on Dr. John's head.
Feeling hopeless, General Ford pulled out the particle gun from his waist, stabbed Dr. John's temple fiercely, and said through gritted teeth: "Poincaré John, you are a sinner of all mankind! You should be burned to death!"
Dr. John, who used to stand at the top of the world, is now shedding tears, kneeling in embarrassment, and begging bitterly, pitiful like a slug rolling in a heap of salt.
Without Zhuang Li's manuscript, he is nothing. During these 14 days, he also wanted to deduce the theory of rising dimension, but he couldn't even write half a mathematical symbol.
This makes all mankind more intuitively see that the savior they once admired so much is really a waste.
General Ford stared viciously at Poincaré John, and pulled the trigger amid the mournful cries.
Blood splashed in the air, and a corpse fell down, but no one was frightened by this terrible scene. The death of a thief is nothing compared to the imminent doom.
Late regret hits everyone's heart. At this moment, people all over the world have the same thought - what would have happened if we treated Zhuang Li with a little more trust and kindness
But there is no if in the world.
The increasingly weak energy shield has been unable to resist the cold outside. Humans can survive in the energy cover for two years, but these two years are like hell.
The increasingly cold weather is unbearable for human beings; all energy is used to support the energy cover, so everyone has no heating equipment at all, and can only get through it by themselves; plants that are not cold-resistant will die, and the reduction of food production will bring about a great famine. The era of cannibalism will soon come...
A viewer broke down and cried in the live broadcast room, causing everyone to fall into the abyss of despair.
General Ford raised his gun, pointed it at his temple, and choked: "I was the first to stand up and accuse Zhuang Li of slandering Poincaré John; then I sent troops to arrest Zhuang Li, causing him to hide everywhere and dare not show his face. My stupidity has harmed Zhuang Li and everyone, and I am guilty!"
He was about to pull the trigger when he heard Chemonov shouting: "General, please wait! Mr. Zhuang Li has left us with the last ray of hope!"
"what?"
General Ford turned his head abruptly, but saw Chemonov tapped the metal plate of the main control device, and said excitedly: "We can't decipher Mr. Zhuang Li's theory of dimensional ascension within two years, but we can decipher the composition of this metal. It is hard enough to withstand the impact of meteorites, and with it, we can go to the planet GJ536B!"
The planet GJ536B has an atmosphere and abundant water sources, with suitable temperature and uncomplicated climate, making it more suitable for human habitation than Mars.
It is a pity that a dense and wide meteorite belt surrounds the planet GJ536B, and human spacecraft cannot resist the impact of meteorites and land there safely.
But things are different now.
The metal found in Zhuang Li's laboratory can even withstand the explosion of dark matter, so how could it not withstand the impact of a meteorite? It is strong enough to make the most sturdy spacecraft and help humans reach the planet GJ536B smoothly.
This major discovery made General Ford tremble with excitement.
Those people who cried to the point of collapse on the Internet are now staring and opening their mouths, looking forward and afraid of being hurt.
As soon as Chemonov finished speaking, the behavior analysis expert who was in another room constantly studying Zhuang Li's live video ran in and said excitedly, "General, take a look, these mathematical formulas together look like Not like a molecular formula?"
As soon as General Ford extended his hand, Chemonov snatched the chip.
Several scientists opened the chip and watched it for a while before choking: "Yes, it is the chemical molecular structure of this brand new metal. Mr. Zhuang Li left us the answer to save the world. Exhausting all energy to build a Dyson sphere is the next best thing. The best option is to build a stronger spacecraft to go to a planet with rich resources and suitable temperature. Mr. Zhuang Li was so cruelly persecuted, but he saved us once again. He is too selfless... "
Several scientists have been weeping.
General Ford asked in a trembling voice, "With the molecular formula, how long will it take you to build a spaceship?"
"The fastest time is half a year." Chemonov estimated in his heart.
The federal government's grain reserves are just enough to feed the world's people for half a year. General Ford, who also calculated in his heart, slowly exhaled and said cautiously, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Several scientists quickly agreed, and repeatedly stressed that they would never leave Mr. Zhuang Li's laboratory, and they wanted to work here.
"This is the closest to the truth," they said.
General Ford still has a lot to deal with, so he can only leave first. Before going out, he looked back at the dilapidated small building and the red flag hanging on the roof. His heart was filled with endless gratitude and awe.
He took off his military cap and whispered: "Mr. Zhuang Li, you are right, your race is indeed invincible. Thank you for your hard work. From now on, we will always remember your exploits. Long live China."