The old man's face turned red with anger, and he spoke loudly and emotionally.
Standing at the entrance of IMCRC, these tourists from all over the world put up a series of slogans such as "Protest", "Stop Experiment", "Murderer", etc., and various portraits filled with performance art to protest against IMCRC. experiment.
Such mass incidents naturally cannot escape the eyes of reporters from major media.
"And now, we're going to stop these thugs!"
I don't know if it's because his old eyes are dim or something, but he doesn't feel a bit!
Smelling big news, the BBC reporter immediately put the microphone under his nose.
The tea he just drank almost spit out. Professor Wilzek put down the teacup in his hand and looked at Lu Zhou with wide eyes.
"Can you get those people outside away?"
"Professor Lu?" Wilzek raised his eyebrows and looked at Lu Zhou standing by the window. "When did you come and didn't say hello to me in advance?"
The old man said angrily, his beard almost standing on end. "Isn't this obvious enough? The IMCRC must immediately! Now! Stop their crazy behavior! Shut down their experimental facilities on the moon permanently!"
"Making things difficult? Haha, that's not called making things difficult, that's called torture. I really suggest you go sit there for a while and listen to what stupid questions they asked!"
This question startled Wilzek.
Professor Wilzek couldn't believe it: "You actually finished reading that kind of thing."
Holding the microphone in her hand, a lady with blond hair quickly followed Professor Wilzek and asked relentlessly.
Due to the sudden incident, when they realized something was wrong, the crowd had already blocked the nearby streets.
After driving away the reporters who were chasing him, Wilzek angrily returned to his office and slammed the door.
Lu Zhou: "It's done."
Apparently, this protester didn't realize who the really rude people were.
An invisible dark cloud hangs over the IMCRC.
"I don't plan to do anything," Lu Zhou said with a faint smile, "I just want to invite them to a physics lecture."
"Hello, what are you protesting about?"
Impatient with the question, Wilzek finally stopped and looked angrily at the reporter and the man following her carrying a camera.
Lu Zhou: "I read his papers and blog from beginning to end."
"It's done? It's done... I mean, you've figured it out, where does that expanded mass come from?"
The blond female reporter frowned and said in a bad tone. "I'm sorry, can I take it that... you're suggesting that those protesters were acting stupidly?"
"It will take about two minutes for reinforcements to arrive," Wang Peng looked at his watch. "Of course, if you wish, we can also drive away the crowd at the door now."
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“When we were in Switzerland, before every experiment started, we had to take the trouble to clean up the garbage under the orbit, and then our engineers could always catch some idiots who were desperate and exposed themselves to strong radiation. Thank God, the Chinese have built the collision on the moon, which really saves us a lot of trouble!"
Almost at the same time the old man was being interviewed.
"This is disrespectful to the spirit of the universe! This is blasphemous to the great consciousness!"
"At least we don't have to risk suffocation at any time and play hide-and-seek with a bunch of idiots in the tunnel of the collider!"
"About ten minutes ago," Lu Zhou looked away from the crowd outside the window. He casually pulled up the blinds by the window and looked at Professor Wilzek standing at the door. "Your assistant told me that you will be back soon. , so they invited me to wait here. How about it? Did those reporters make things difficult for you at the press conference? "
"That depends on whether it's worth it." With an expression that clearly disagreed with Lu Zhou's statement, Wilzek picked up the teapot on the table, poured himself a cup of black tea, and took a sip to moisten his throat. After that, he continued.
BBC reporter: "Excuse me... what exactly is the spirit of the universe?"
Lu Zhou: "That's not necessarily the case. Maybe this is what he expected."
Wang Peng: "No problem, what are you going to do?"
"How do you see it? How else can you see it besides standing there?"
The IMCRC press conference just ended, and a group of people poured out from the back door of the venue.
Looking at Professor Wilzek who was so shocked that he was speechless, Lu Zhou smiled and said, "Since I already have time to stand here and brag with you, isn't that enough to prove this point?"
The old man said angrily: "I can't explain it clearly to you. You should understand for yourself the revelations that the great forerunner, Professor Garrett Miro, used his life to bring to us!"
"Crazy? What crazy?"
Just as Wilzek was about to ask where the more expanded mass came from, he saw Lu Zhou, who was standing by the window, suddenly look aside.
"So be it."
"… What's the meaning."
"Dear Professor Wilzek, as a Nobel Prize winner, how do you view the protests against the IMCRC physics experiments by those outside who claim to be believers in the Spirit of the Universe?"
It was not because of the words themselves, but because he had only discovered until now that besides Lu Zhou and him, there was actually another person standing in this office.
"Is there another possibility?" Professor Wilzek spread his hands and laughed angrily, "Why is there no one in the protest team who is Chinese? I am not kidding, I am extremely serious. I suggest that those idiots should find a quiet place to receive a good primary education."
"Collider! Damn it, isn't what they did in Europe outrageous enough? Don't think I haven't seen the news. They once used a collider to create a small black hole underground at the border of France and Switzerland! Now they are creating They built a bigger one and even moved it to the sky... Finally! They created a more terrifying trouble than a black hole!"
Almost everyone's mood was affected by this incident.
Before the police had finished gathering, a BBC reporter mixed into the crowd with a microphone, grabbed a nearly sixty-year-old protester, and asked him for an interview.
But at this moment, he suddenly discovered that there was another person standing in his office besides himself.
"Speaking of which, how prepared are you for your research?"
"Yes, they released substances that do not belong to this world from the virtual realm, and that belongs to the territory of the spirit of the universe! Originally, our civilization was located in a corner of the Milky Way, just like ants, no one noticed us. Exist. But now, they are extending their dirty hands to my lord’s territory little by little, trying to disturb my lord’s sleep with their ridiculous experiments!”
Wilzek was stunned for a moment and frowned.
Lu Zhou: "I think it's impolite to draw conclusions without knowing anything."
Throwing the hat on the hanger, Wilzek sat down on the sofa and cursed angrily, "Did they really understand Garrett Miró's thesis? Look at what those people are asking for." What, suspending the experiment? If Garrett Milo were still alive, he would be so angry at their stupidity."
Lu Zhou nodded and said, "Since reinforcements are already on the way, let's wait until they arrive. By the way... Among the crowd, the leaders who are the most noisy should remember to stay."
"A more terrible trouble?" The BBC reporter opened his mouth, and his expression soon became serious. "You mean, a trouble more terrible than a black hole?"
At the same time, some believers from all over the world who believed in the spirit of the universe disguised themselves as tourists and began to gather in Shanghai in an organized manner and came to protest in front of the IMCRC headquarters building.