Zhuang Li disappeared in the ball of light, and the equipment in the laboratory exploded immediately afterwards. Thick smoke and metal fragments flew everywhere, piercing through the dome and finally making the energy membrane lose its defensive function.
The female anchor was so scared that she screamed repeatedly, and the audience was also shocked and confused.
The photographer rushed into the laboratory with two handfuls of particles, repeatedly checked the place where Zhuang Li disappeared, and skillfully dismantled the laboratory's central control equipment.
But the shells of these devices are made of special metal materials, and even if the photographer uses the most advanced laser cutter, he cannot leave any marks on the smooth shell.
The photographer tried several tools but failed to remove the metal casing, and couldn't find the connection port, so he had no choice but to give up.
The chip implanted in his cerebral cortex had become scorching hot. Dr. John frantically shouted into the channel, "Collect all the data in the lab. Don't miss a single thing! Do you hear me, No. 49? I want everything there. Everything!"
The photographer had to continue disassembling these instruments that were impossible to disassemble.
But two minutes later, he stood up with his hands raised, slowly retreated to the wall, and 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 were standing in a row. The roar of aircraft came from above his head, and more soldiers were still arriving.
The photographer was controlled.
Federal troops took over the laboratory and ordered the female anchor to stop the live broadcast.
The female anchor said tremblingly: "All our cameras are broken, and the live broadcast should have been terminated long ago."
No, it didn't. The live broadcast was 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 the laboratory was still being broadcast live on the Internet.
After checking the female anchor's body and confirming that she was not carrying any recording equipment, the federal soldiers realized that even after such a violent explosion, the several monitors hanging on the dome of the laboratory were the culprits that prevented the live broadcast room signal from being cut off.
They immediately raised their guns and fired at the monitors.
Something incredible happened. Those teardrop-shaped monitors remained unscathed by the particle bombardment. Their smooth surfaces even reflected the particle bullets, nearly causing the federal soldiers to be accidentally injured.
The intensive strafing came to an abrupt halt, and the federal soldiers, who had seemed mighty and powerful just now, were now frantically looking for cover.
Their bewildered appearance was a real eye-opener for the audience in the livestream. It turned out that the Federation Army, said to have saved humanity, was actually so incompetent in reality that it couldn't even handle a few cameras.
After the stray bullets subsided, these soldiers, like the photographer before, were helpless in dealing with the dilapidated laboratory.
After the situation was deadlocked for a few minutes, General Ford hurried over with several scientific leaders, including Dr. Chemonoff, Dr. Depp, Dr. Albert and Dr. Chatman.
Half an hour ago, these people scoffed at the theory proposed by Zhuang Li, but now, their faces were filled with urgency and anxiety to explore the truth.
The Dyson sphere was really burned, and this news is currently only known to the top leaders.
After a while, Dr. John also rushed in under the close surveillance of several soldiers, then plunged into the laboratory full of broken parts, frantically searching 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 intelligent brain to scan and detect it repeatedly, trying to find characters that had not been burned.
After scanning, he was reluctant to even destroy the dust particles, and immediately took out a glass container and carefully put them in.
Later, he dismantled the panel of the main control device and tried to take out the chip inside.
The chip that records all the information and data is undoubtedly more valuable than that notebook.
But he couldn't do anything about these solid, seamless panels.
After trying various cutting methods and failing, Dr. John completely lost his patience and began to kick the metal panel frantically, screaming meaningless syllables.
Dr. John, the savior who has always been elegant and gentle, now looks like a beast that has lost its mind.
The audience, who had never seen this side of him, were stunned and asked each other timidly:
【What happened just now? 】
【Why did Zhuang Li suddenly disappear? 】
What is that ball of light?
Is the theory of dimension increase that he mentioned true?
What is Dr. John doing? Is he crazy?
Is the video of the Dyson sphere burning real?
[Is this all a joke played on us by the TV station?]
General Ford looked at his frantic old friend, his heart sinking. It was true, everything that had just happened was real. No one would play such a doomsday joke!
Cold sweat quickly wet General Ford's back.
Several doctors stared at John in disbelief, then asked him one after another, "Did you really steal your four-dimensional theory from Zhuang Li?"
"And that theory is wrong. Only Zhuang Li knows the correct theory, right?"
"I remember that more than a decade ago, you were just a minor scholar with no outstanding research results. But then, one day, you successfully verified the exact value of a black hole's gravitational field, catapulting you to fame. You wrote down your verification method, but didn't participate in the debate. Is it because you simply memorized Zhuang Li's verification process and don't have his deep mathematical foundation? You've been taking advantage of him!"
"The day you suddenly became famous was also the day you adopted Zhuang Li!"
"All the papers and results you published are actually from Zhuang Li, right?"
Dr. John, who had been kicking the main control device frantically, slowly stopped and turned his head stiffly. The panic and evasion in his eyes were enough to explain everything.
More and more people crowded into the live broadcast room after hearing the news, watching all this in astonishment. Was their savior just a thief?
Chemonov walked over to the shattered collider and said sadly, "I suspect Zhuang Li captured dark matter and used its energy to open a passage to a higher dimension. He has left this world."
The other doctors had already guessed this, so they all nodded.
These remarks caused a huge uproar on the Internet.
Everyone knows that the universe is constantly expanding, but the spacing between stars in each galaxy remains constant, as if an invisible hand is firmly pressing these galaxies against the surging sea, preventing them from being shattered by the waves.
Dark matter is the invisible hand that supports the entire universe. Whoever controls it can control the mysteries of the world.
Therefore, since the rapid development of scientific civilization, scientists around the world have been searching for dark matter. But hundreds of years have passed, and dark matter still has not been discovered.
While others were still working to prove whether dark matter existed, Zhuang Li had already studied it thoroughly and used its energy to open a channel to another dimension.
What level of technology is this?
The audience in the live broadcast room was shocked beyond words.
Chemonov murmured, "The knowledge in Zhuang Li's brain is at least a hundred years ahead of ours. He's a genius!"
Dr. Albert said dejectedly: "No, genius is not enough to describe him, he is a super genius!"
General Ford asked anxiously, "Is Zhuang Li really gone? Can we find him? How can we build a Dyson sphere without him?"
After hearing these words, everyone suddenly realized that the direct consequence of Zhuang Li’s disappearance was not the Federation losing a super genius, 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 his manuscripts, blew up his computer, destroyed all the data, and left forever.
Several scientists instantly collapsed.
Seeing their gloomy faces, General Ford understood everything. "Zhuang Li can't come back, right?" he asked in a trembling voice.
"There's no coming back unless we can find dark matter and open a channel to higher-dimensional space. But with our current level of technology, it will take at least one or two hundred years of scientific practice to extract dark matter from the air." Chemonov shook his head helplessly.
"But our energy shield can only last for two years." Dr. Depp added desperately.
Hearing this, not only was General Ford deeply shocked, but the audience in the live broadcast room also felt a chill in their hearts. They vaguely realized that another world-destroying disaster was just around the corner.
"Unless we can crack the complete theory of dimensionality in the shortest time possible." Dr. Albert still had a little hope in his heart.
General Ford immediately urged: "Why don't you crack it quickly!"
The audience also became excited and stared at the great scientists nervously.
"We need to replay the live broadcast just now." Dr. Chatman turned on the intelligent brain and rewound the live video to the part where Zhuangzi proved the four-dimensional theory.
Unfortunately, when he came to the crucial formula, Zhuang Li stopped writing and sarcastically said, "Why should I write out the entire formula? What good would that do me?"
Yes, his country was destroyed, his compatriots were slandered, his achievements were stolen... The world gave him only endless malice and harm, not even a little bit of warmth in return. So why did he want to save the world?
Perhaps when he first walked onto the street and saw that the people around him were all white with blue eyes, and these people pointed at his nose and called him a yellow pig, a waste, and a coward, he thought about escaping.
He has no sense of belonging to this world.
Thinking of everything Zhuang Li had experienced over the years, General Ford couldn't help but close his eyes and reveal an expression of pity.
All of humanity is a community with a shared future, and no one can remain immune when disaster strikes - General Ford suddenly had an extremely profound understanding of this sentence.
When these survivors wiped out the achievements of the Chinese people, they never imagined that they were also erasing the last hope of mankind.
I hope that some scientists can crack Zhuang Li's theory of dimensionality. Thinking of this, General Ford issued another call for scientists from all over the world to crack the theory of dimensionality.
Famous scientists continued to join the team, and the huge and complex computing work began online and offline, inside and outside the venue.
General Ford knew that the monitors in the laboratory were broadcasting the movements of the military and scientific community to the whole world, but he could not leave.
Firstly, there might be valuable data left by Zhuang Li here; secondly, several scientists like to perform calculations here. They want to feel the aura of a super genius up close.
Dr. John, his mask exposed, tried to escape but was stopped at gunpoint by two soldiers. The assassin he hired had already been taken away for questioning.
The whole world is paying attention to this "savior".
More than an hour later, a lieutenant returned with a chip and reported, "This is the information we found in Poincare Johann's secret room. Please take a look."
The chip was inserted into the intelligent brain by the deputy general and converted into a holographic page.
A notebook with the five-star red flag printed on it appeared in front of everyone. The notebook was repeatedly flipped open by a hand, scanned and recorded, and then thrown into the brazier and burned to ashes.
The orange flames engulfed the red flag on the cover and the two Chinese characters.
Before this, no one knew what these two words meant, but now, the whole world understands that it is Zhuang Li’s Chinese name, a symbol unique to him.
There is no doubt that this notebook belonged to Zhuang Li fourteen years ago, and the content recorded in it is exactly the four-dimensional theory that Dr. John once published.
Several scientists repeatedly reviewed the data on the chip, ultimately shaking their heads in regret. "We haven't found any further clues. The complete theory should have been calculated by Zhuang Li in the following decade."
After determining that the manuscript was not of much value, several scientists began to carry out huge calculations.
General Ford continued to look through the contents of the chip, his hands beginning to tremble slightly. The other soldiers searched the dilapidated house again and again, but found nothing useful.
Dr. John stood by with a gun pointed at his head, sweating profusely.
People all over the world are cursing this "savior" and are also waiting for the verification results of several scientists.
All the energy shields became much weaker as the Dyson sphere burned. The temperature of each surviving base continued to drop, and eventually reached a critical point that would not freeze people to death but would make them extremely uncomfortable.
Many cold-sensitive plants are dying, and signs of famine and depression are beginning to emerge.
The hearts of all mankind were in their throats. They began to pray, but they were still unable to suppress the fear in their hearts.
Zhuang Li, Zhuang Li, Zhuang Li... At this moment, people all over the world are calling out the name that once made them spit into the mud.
For the first three days, scientists around the world worked hard to derive the theory of dimensionality. On the fourth day, those with lesser abilities began to give up. On the fifth day, even more people withdrew from the calculations. On the sixth day, someone fainted on a desk covered in formulas. On the seventh day, a great mathematician collapsed, wailing like a child.
On the fourteenth day, Chemonov threw down his ballpoint pen and said with great sorrow, "I'm sorry, but we have no way of verifying the speed of light in four-dimensional space. That's something from another dimension, something we can't even imagine right now."
Dr. Chatman pulled at his tangled hair, his voice filled with pain. "Our brains are three-dimensional, and Zhuang Li's is four-dimensional. To verify his theory, we all have to replace our heads, don't you understand? That's impossible! Impossible!"
Dr. Depp covered his face and choked up, "How wonderful it would be if Zhuang Li were still here? If we had shown him kindness, raised him well, given him enough respect, and given him a sense of belonging in this world, perhaps he wouldn't have left."
Dr. Albert took off his glasses and burst into tears: "He was our only hope, but now, that hope is gone."
After hearing what the scholars said, General Ford, who had been anxiously waiting for more than ten days, swayed and could hardly 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 drove away the true savior, leaving behind a bandit!
Kill John!
All the hatred in the world was poured on Dr. John.
Feeling hopeless, General Ford drew the particle gun from his waist and fiercely stabbed Dr. John's temple. He gritted his teeth and said, "Poincare John, you are a sinner of all mankind! You should be burned to death!"
Dr. John, who once stood at the top of the world, was now in tears, kneeling down in embarrassment, begging bitterly, as pitiful as a slug rolling in a pile of salt.
Without Zhuang Li's manuscript, he was nothing. During these fourteen days, he also wanted to deduce the theory of dimensionality, but he couldn't even write a single mathematical symbol.
This allowed all of humanity to see more directly that the savior they once admired so much was indeed a waste.
General Ford stared at Poincare John fiercely and pulled the trigger amid the other's shrill cries.
Blood splattered in the air, and a body fell to the ground, but no one was frightened by this horrific scene. Compared to the impending doomsday, the death of a thief was insignificant.
Belated regret washed over everyone. At that moment, the same thought crossed everyone's mind: What would have happened if we had treated Zhuang Li with a little more trust and kindness?
However, there are no ifs in the world.
The increasingly fragile energy shield was no longer able to withstand the harsh cold outside. Humans could survive in the shield for two years, but those two years were like hell.
The increasingly cold weather is unbearable for humans; all energy is used to support the energy shield, so everyone has no heating equipment and can only endure it on their own; plants that are not cold-resistant will wither and die, and the decline in food production will bring about a famine, and an era of cannibalism will soon arrive...
An audience member 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 up, saying, "I was the first to stand up and accuse Zhuang Li of slandering Poincare Johann. Later, I sent troops to arrest Zhuang Li, causing him to hide everywhere and dare not show up. My stupidity harmed Zhuang Li and everyone else. I am guilty!"
He was about to pull the trigger when he heard Chemonov shout, "General, please wait a moment! Mr. Zhuang Li has left us one last glimmer of hope!"
"What?"
General Ford turned around suddenly and saw Chemonov tapping on the metal plate of the main control equipment. He said excitedly, "We can't crack Mr. Zhuang Li's theory of dimensionality in two years, but we can decipher the composition of this metal. It's hard enough to withstand meteorite impacts. With it, we can reach planet GJ536B!"
Planet GJ536B has an atmosphere and abundant water resources, a suitable temperature, and a simple climate, making it more suitable for human habitation than Mars.
Unfortunately, there is a dense and wide meteorite belt surrounding the planet GJ536B, and human spacecraft are unable to withstand the impact of meteorites and land there safely.
But things are different now.
The metal discovered in Zhuang Li's laboratory can withstand even the explosion of dark matter, so how could it not withstand the impact of a meteorite? It is strong enough to be used to build the strongest spacecraft and help humans successfully reach planet GJ536B.
This great discovery made General Ford tremble with excitement.
Those people who cried and broke down on the Internet are now staring with their eyes and mouths open, looking both expectant and afraid of being hurt.
As Chemonov finished speaking, the behavioral analyst who had been studying Zhuang Li's live video in another room ran in and said excitedly, "General, take a look. Do these mathematical formulas look like a molecular formula when put together?"
As soon as General Ford stretched out his hand, the chip was snatched away by Chemonov.
Several scientists opened the chip and examined it for a long time before choking back tears. "Yes, this is the chemical molecular structure of this brand-new metal. Mr. Zhuang Li has left us the answer to saving the world. Using up all energy to build a Dyson sphere is a bad idea. Building a sturdier spacecraft and heading to a resource-rich planet with a suitable temperature is the best option. Mr. Zhuang Li suffered such cruel persecution, yet he saved us once again. He is so selfless..."
Several scientists were in tears.
General Ford asked in a trembling voice, "With the molecular formula, how long will it take you to build a spacecraft?"
"At least half a year." Chemonov estimated in his mind.
The federal government's grain reserves were just enough to feed the world's population for six months. General Ford, who had also done some mental calculations, let out a slow breath and said carefully, "Then I'll leave it to you."
Several scientists quickly agreed and repeatedly emphasized that they would never leave Mr. Zhuang Li's laboratory and they wanted to work here.
"This is the place closest to the truth," they said.
General Ford still had a lot of things to deal with, so he had to leave first. Before leaving, he looked back at the dilapidated building and the red flag hanging on the roof, and his heart was filled with endless gratitude and awe.
He took off his military cap and murmured softly, "Mr. Zhuang Li, you are right. Your race is indeed invincible. Thank you for your dedication. From now on, we will always remember your achievements. Long live China."
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