Scholar’s Advanced Technological System

When I passed the dining car, I took two pieces of bread. After I rushed back to the room, Lu Zhou threw two small books on the table and pulled out the draft paper from the suitcase.

everything's ready.

He took a deep breath and consciously entered the system and started the "inspiration time"...

Different from the feeling of deep learning, it is also different from the feeling when taking a focused capsule. The boat that leaves the system space does not produce the kind of impetuousness that is isolated from the chest, leaving only a purely rational feeling.

Instead, a warm stream follows the spine all the way up, and in the moment of integration into his hindbrain, it is like a flame that breaks into the woodpile and ignites his mind.

"...wonderful feeling."

The index finger and thumb pinched their eyebrows, and Lu Zhou rubbed his eyes, only feeling that everything in the field of vision was shaking slightly.

At the same time, the inspiration from the depths of my mind is like smashing through the turbulent waters of the valley, washing his cerebral cortex.

It's hard to describe that feeling in words.

It’s like this moment, the tentacles of all the nerve endings in his body, stretching more than a meter long, breaking through the **** of the body and the body, directly connected with the universe...

The overlapping rings on the curtains are like an abstract elongated Mobius ring.

The stripe of the end of the sheet is a counterclockwise interpretation of the connotation of the Fibonacci sequence.

The paper cup on the bedside table, moving to the right by a finger wide distance, and the distance between the chandelier and the bed, constitutes the three-point ratio of gold in the space composition.

These small details, which would not have been noticed by him at all, are so unsightly at this moment.

As if everything was in the eye, it was stripped and the graphics were reduced to pure geometric images deep in the mind, and the data was broken down into pure numbers and arithmetic symbols.

This feeling, for the artist, is simply a paradise for dreams.

Of course, it is also the **** of patients with obsessive-compulsive disorder...

Move the cup of the bedside table to the right for a few centimeters. Lu Zhou went back to the chair and sat down. He took a breath and tried not to pay attention to the sense of disobedience in the room, and concentrated all his attention on the paper.

That is, whether there are an infinite number of prime pairs (p, p+2)!

......

The function of the system has always been very user-friendly.

Inspired by a total of 24 hours, you can start at any time and pause at any time. However, after each timeout, there will be symptoms of "inspiration exhaustion" in a short period of time. Under the specific description, it is the feeling of slow thinking, slow response, boring...

After several explorations, Lu Zhou was finally familiar with the use of this function.

The effect brought by the inspiration time is that he is ecstatic in the heart that has been plagued by the prime number conjecture for half a year.

As a result, Lu Zhou almost forgot, why did he come to Princeton, and he forgot the report on the afternoon of the fifth day, and even left the system task behind his mind.

In order to make full use of every hour, he only opens up to four hours a day and divides it into four times. Under the premise of not interrupting the idea, use every hour, even every minute.

Immersed in the search for answers, like a hunter patrolling the forest, searching for the dying pigeon, the clues left behind.

And the clues that were not traced, under the influence of the outbreak, everything has become traceable.

Even if you occasionally walk into the dead end of thinking, Lu Zhou, who is under the inspiration time, will soon find out where the problem is and where it needs improvement.

This kind of experience is unprecedented for him.

For three days and three nights, Lu Zhou did not take a step at the door.

He completely shut himself in this ten-square-meter room, and even the food was brought to the hotel's waiter.

And those filled draft papers have been piled up in the corner of the table. The smashed draft paper was thrown under the table.

The fourth day of the night.

With a deep eye bag, Lu Zhou looked at the smashed 307th paper group, and put a new refill on the ballpoint pen, and could not help but yawn.

"Is there the last two hours left?"

The corner of the eye swept the timer in the screen of the mobile phone. Lu Zhou squeezed the sore eyebrows and consciously entered the system space, releasing the inspiration time.

If the same pot of cold water is poured from the head, it cools to the soles of the feet.

That kind of wonderful feeling, just leave him away, just like returning to heaven from heaven.

The boiling brain gradually returned to calm, and Lu Zhou took a deep breath and spit out the turbidity in his chest.

I haven’t been out in the past few days, and the rare academic conference is a waste.

However, compared to the gains made in these days, this is nothing at all...

He can clearly feel that his distance has been getting closer and closer to the final veil of the prime number conjecture.

Just a little worse...

Lu Zhou stretched out and stood up from the chair.

He is going to go out for a walk, then take a shower, then lie in bed and take a good sleep, and wait until the next day to continue.

Out of the hotel, through Palmer Square, along the road into the Princeton campus, the cold evening wind blowing on the face, Lu Zhou along the stone paved walkway, a person scattered, emptying the overheated brain .

If Lu Zhou is to evaluate this place, it is more like a castle than a university, but there is no strict class and strict defense. The students here are very enthusiastic. Like the students from other universities in North America, they will have a party late at night, but when they encounter a cool problem, they will also come up with 200% enthusiasm to study...

As for more places, he is only a glimpse of him, but he has not seen it yet.

Walking along the lawn in the park, Lu Zhou suddenly met an acquaintance.

When Lu Zhou looked at him, he obviously noticed Lu Zhou’s side, reached out and said hello, and came over here.

"What happened to you these days? I am going to find you."

"Is there a problem?"

"Nothing," Luo Shixiong looked at Lu Zhou's eyes strangely, especially on his eye bags for a while. "You won't touch something that shouldn't be touched..."

"Really," Lu Zhou sighed. "I have encountered a problem."

The doubts were wiped out in an instant, and Luo’s brother sighed and asked.

"What is the problem?"

"About the infinity of twin prime numbers."

Luo Shixiong shook his head and said: "Sorry, I can't help you, our research field is not on a channel."

Lu Zhou asked casually: "How is your research progressing?"

Luo Shixi sighed: "The six-sided scorpion thrown by God has the seventh result in the Hilbert space. This is both a mathematical problem and a quantum mechanics problem, and it is also a dilemma faced by our research institute."

Lu Zhou said with deep sympathy: "That is really a headache..."

"Yeah, it's hell." Luo Shixi sighed. "I talked with Professor Wang Yiping for a long time yesterday to discuss how to solve this physics problem from a mathematical point of view, but still has no clue."

"The seventh possibility of the six-faced scorpion..." Repeatedly meditating on this sentence, the expression on Lu Zhou's face fell into meditation.

The two walked and walked back to Palmer Square without knowing it.

Whenever night falls, it’s always so lively, and the people who walk back and forth go to the bar, as if there is a celebration of endless victory...

Seeing that Lu Zhou did not speak, Luo Shixiong asked: "What happened?"

"Nothing..." Stopped next to Palmer Square, Lu Zhou suddenly raised his head, his pupils gradually brightened, and he was excited in his tone. "Is that white pigeon?"

Luo brother looked at him with a sly look: "What?"

"I said that pigeon!"

"Where?"

Looking down the road, Luo Wenxuan looked around for the white pigeon.

When he searched for no results, when he turned around, Lu Zhou was gone...