There was silence.
At this moment, everyone looked at Abraham, and when they looked at this expressionless old man in ordinary clothes, their eyes became extremely respectful, like the dazzling sun.
This was actually given!
How come this has been given to me
Since the birth of academia, there has never been an example of such a bold person who refuses to answer all questions and still gets a pass!
What is the origin of this guy...
Ingmar's face was ashen, and he stared at Abraham's face, as if he had seen a ghost, and cursed in a low voice.
Great loss of grace.
"Hey! That's my teacher! My teacher!"
Charles was as happy as anything, grabbing a tabloid reporter and not letting go: "Write two more sentences! Write two more sentences! This is the most powerful teacher at the Royal Academy of Music, Ingmar, etc., compare with Yi, mention The shoes don’t even match! Look, look, that guy’s weak point was poked, and his face turned green, did you see it?”
"Ahem, senior brother, for your personal safety, it's better not to continue irritating him."
Charles whistled and made a mean face in Ingmar's direction, making Ingmar's expression even more ugly.
…
After a short discussion at the committee table, several people decided to proceed to the next stage. Sergeir was about to start asking, but a hand reached out from beside him and took away his manuscript.
"Let me do it."
Master Heisenberg, who had been silent all this time, spoke up with a faint chill in his sinister face covered with scars: "Segal, you are too procrastinating."
Sergel snorted, "In my opinion, when it comes to a scholar's reputation, it's best to be on the safe side."
"Do you still believe that the "Voynich Manuscript" was interpreted by a quick musician? This kind of thing can be known just by looking at it. No matter how safe it is, it is indecisive."
Heisenberg looked coldly at the speaker's seat in the audience, his voice burned by the medicine was like a broken bellows, "Mr. Abraham, I will next question you about your interpretation of the Voynich Manuscript. If this happens If you have nothing to comment on, we won’t waste any more time.”
Abraham just nodded:
"Please begin."
Heisenberg snorted coldly and asked in a loud voice: "When did you start interpreting the Voynich manuscript?"
"a year ago."
Abraham answered calmly: "My student Charles came to ask me because he couldn't understand what was in the textbook. Later I found that the interpretation in the textbook was wrong, so I wanted to make a more formal one."
a year ago
In other words: It only took one year to interpret the Voynich manuscript from scratch
There was a faint sound of discussion in the venue, and the scholars all had expressions of bewilderment. And Ingmar's expression became ugly again:
Nonsense, can it not be ugly? The textbooks of Revelation College were compiled by him and several other teachers. Abraham said that the theory in the textbook was wrong, which was a slap in the face in front of everyone!
Heisenberg was silent for a moment after hearing his answer, with a mocking smile on his lips, as if he was amused by this outrageous timing.
He banged the hammer to signal everyone to be silent.
"I noticed that in addition to the different endings, the interpretations provided by you and Mr. Ingmar are also significantly different in style. Even though some of the ideas are very...absurd, they all seem to be self-explanatory. However, I always have a question."
Heisenberg looked at him solemnly: "—You are not even a revelation musician, nor have you received similar advancement. Am I right?"
Abraham nodded and simply said: "Although it is not the case, the interpretation method is inspired by the revelation faction."
"Is it?"
Heisenberg frowned, "This is strange. The interpretation method you insist on is in some places contradictory to the laws insisted on by the revelation faction! Do you have any explanation for this?"
"Actually...that's what I think."
Abraham answered slowly, carefully considering the words, but what he said was like a big bomb:
"—Since the law is contrary to the facts, then maybe the law is wrong?"
There was silence.
Both the scholars on the sidelines and the reviewers on the bench felt that there was something wrong with their ears - for hundreds of years, music theory has been revised hundreds of times by saints of all ages, verified by countless musicians, and refined thousands of times.
If there were mistakes in the music theory on which one is based, then countless resonance-level musicians would have their hearts collapsed and die!
"Arrogant!"
Some of the scholars listening in the audience angrily shouted: "It's too absurd!"
"It's the most ridiculous thing in the world!"
Many scholars with ugly faces could no longer listen and protested loudly with angry expressions.
"Quiet! Quiet!"
Heisenberg banged the gavel vigorously and looked at the audience, his eyes like will-o'-the-wisps: "Abraham! Are you rejecting the existing music theory system of the Revelation School?"
"I just feel that the existing music theory system is still imperfect and does not apply to every situation."
In the audience, the teacher's expression remained dull: "Besides, the "Voynich Manuscript" records ancient musicians' exploration of music theory. If we use today's music theory to understand it, it is natural for fallacies to appear, right? If we hold on tightly If you don't let go of the law, you will only get into a dead end. Therefore, you must readjust the direction and find a way to interpret it in a targeted manner in line with the changes in music theory. At least, that's what I think."
"Did your method of interpretation come from this?"
Abraham nodded.
"No wonder."
Heisenberg snorted: "That kind of spirituality is completely devoid of spirituality, leaving only a rigid and mechanical theory without any sense of beauty... With all due respect, I do not recognize its validity and rationality. Its existence is a challenge to the spiritual theory of the revelation school. Stain. Every year, there are at least dozens of people, like you, who enthusiastically publish some sensational and shocking theories. These theories are often unverifiable, full of errors and omissions, and are not even worth making people laugh. Hum, if it weren’t for you This group of folk music and the academic world will not be as chaotic as they are now!"
Abraham was silent and speechless.
Off the court, Charles was furious and wanted to get up, but was held down by Ye Qingxuan.
"Calm down, senior brother."
The young man looked coldly at Ingmar, who was looking mockingly in the distance: "We are not qualified to speak here, so don't do anything that would disadvantage the teacher."
On the stage, Heisenberg took one last look at Abraham and dropped the manuscript in his hand:
"My questions are over."
The gavel crashed, and the echo was low.
Abraham lowered his head, turned around and walked towards his seat, passing by Ingmar who came forward.
At that moment, Ingmar adjusted his collar and raised a mocking smile on his lips.
"I told you so, Abraham."
He whispered softly into the old man's ear: "I will make you ruined and go back to the garbage heap. - When the time comes, remember to take your two scum students with you."
The committee members didn't hear it, the audience didn't hear it, Abraham didn't seem to hear it, but Ye Qingxuan did.
Ye Qingxuan remained motionless.
…
…
In the following time, Ingmar answered questions at the speaking table, showing the demeanor of a famous scholar. The questioning session passed simply, and it was time to make a summary statement.
In the audience, Ye Qingxuan didn't listen at all, he was just in a daze.
"Since the teacher passed away, I took over the teacher's unfinished project. Over the past six years, I have devoted a lot of effort to the Voynich manuscript and tried countless wrong directions. As you can see, in the end, my The hard work finally paid off and the interpretation was successfully completed. But I never expected... "
Ye Qingxuan was in a daze.
"What happened is a disgrace to the Royal Academy of Music! Gentlemen, it is an unprecedented disgrace! It is also a huge disturbance that has never happened in the academic world! This matter was caused by my research results. I am very sad about this!"
Ingmar looked sad and angry: "I don't want to imagine that people's hearts are so bad, and that other people's intentions are so vicious! All this time, I have been thinking: Maybe Mr. Abraham's results are partly the same as mine, maybe he There are unspeakable reasons why I made such a mistake and did such a sad thing. But, I was wrong!"
Ye Qingxuan was still in a daze.
"Since the incident happened, I have backed down step by step and have remained silent. I hope Mr. Abraham can understand my intentions. In order to quell this unreasonable disaster, I am even willing to let Mr. Abraham share the results with me! But just as As you can see, I was very wrong!”
Ingmar punched the table, his voice full of sadness: "My tolerance and concession were regarded as cowardice and incompetence. Abraham pressed harder because of my concession, and the entire college was involved in this turmoil. It’s not enough. Not only will the whole college be disgraced, but it will also cause such a shameful storm. Now, it is no longer my honor and disgrace alone, but involves the glory that has been passed down by the Apocalypse Branch for three hundred years. Masters of all generations reputation. They cannot be destroyed in my hands, and they must not be slandered by such a sinister and vicious villain! I hope all members will make a fair judgment... "
Ye Qingxuan was still in a daze.
Turn a blind eye and turn a deaf ear.
Ta da da, da da da, da da da...
His fingers tapped on the table, and the sound was subtle and soft, but spread quietly, like cold rain falling from the sky, with a chill that chilled the heart.
Ta da da, da da da, da da da...
The rain is falling, never ending.
Until among the reporters behind him, a man wearing a gray fedora shook his body and slowly opened his squinted eyes. As if he had dozed off, he stretched and murmured unconsciously:
"—Sir, the shaman's gift is ready."
Then, the echo of the rain dissipated, and Ye Qingxuan raised his lowered eyes:
"Senior brother."
"Um?"
"Can you pick up a courier for me?"
Ye Qingxuan lowered his head, arranged the manuscripts on the table, and said softly: "The time for our counterattack is coming."