Ye Huai and Zhuang Li were locked in a room.
They seemed to be safe for the time being, but Zhuang Li knew that the room was full of cameras and eavesdropping devices, and the agents could hear every word they said.
"Fuck! Zhuang Li, you did this on purpose, didn't you? Did you know that the Security Bureau would come to arrest us?" Ye Huai was extremely annoyed. He kept stroking his hair and pacing around the house.
He really wanted to give this pervert a couple of punches, but he didn't dare.
He nearly collapsed and said, "Do you know how much time you've wasted on me? Huh? I'm going to sell my house, my car, my stocks, and use all the money to buy supplies! I also have to build a bunker in six months. The bunker needs to have independent exhaust, water, and electricity systems installed. I'm really busy! The end of the world is coming soon! And you're putting me in jail! You're killing me!"
He was so angry that he pulled out some of his hair.
The agents monitoring them immediately checked Ye Huai's finances and discovered he was aggressively selling off properties he owned, including villas worth hundreds of millions, at a 50% discount just to get the cash as quickly as possible. He'd even bought a plot of land, had workers digging around the clock, and hired an architect to design a safe underground fortress.
"He may be suffering from delusions. He firmly believes that the end of the world is coming." An agent pointed at Ye Huai on the monitor and said.
The captain of the special forces team pointed at Zhuang Li and asked, "Is his background check complete?"
"I checked, and he's clean, no criminal record. But based on the available evidence, he's a chemical genius. The capsule bombs, truth serum, and muscle relaxants he made are better than those made by the experts in the bureau. His hacking skills are also top-notch."
"With such a high IQ, how could someone believe the apocalypse? Has the psychologist arrived yet?"
"arrive."
"Then let the assessor go and talk to them first to see their mental state."
"Okay, boss."
So a few minutes later, an elegant man wearing gold-rimmed glasses walked into the room and sat down opposite Ye Huai and Zhuang Li.
He first chatted for a while to let Ye Huai relax, and then turned the topic to the end of the world.
Ye Huai had no good way to deal with these agents, so he could only tell the truth. He described in detail how big the meteorites that landed on Earth were and how terrible the viruses they brought were.
The psychologist shook his head and chuckled. "If the meteorites were as large and numerous as you describe, the human world would be devastated within hours of landing. Zombies wouldn't appear, and 70% of humanity would die within just three days."
Ye Huai was a little confused. He was telling the truth, so why didn't these people believe him?
Zhuang Li took over, "He's right. When a giant meteorite lands on Earth, its power is hundreds of times greater than that of an atomic bomb. The violent explosion will devastate the surrounding area for several kilometers or even dozens of kilometers. This will then trigger high temperatures, followed by tsunamis, earthquakes, or volcanic eruptions. The high temperatures will kill some people, and then the dust covering the sky will bring a cold winter, and the extreme cold will kill the rest. When all the disasters subside, there may only be tens of millions of survivors on Earth. In your description, there are no high temperatures, severe cold, tsunamis, earthquakes, volcanic eruptions, or violent explosions. There is only a virus. It's really hard to believe."
The psychologist nodded repeatedly in agreement.
Ye Huai grabbed his hair and yelled, "But what I said is true! I didn't lie to you! Even people with special abilities have appeared, and you're still talking to me about science? This matter can't be explained by science at all!"
Zhuang Li soothed him, "Don't worry, I believe you. I believe the apocalypse is real, so I've developed a plan to save it. Do you want to listen?"
The psychologist had originally determined that Zhuang Li was a normal person, but when he heard this, the expression on his face suddenly became indescribable.
It turns out this guy is also a lunatic.
"What are your plans?" Ye Huai tried to calm himself down.
"We must build a secure base that can operate normally even in the apocalypse. At the center of this base is a nuclear fusion power plant, which can ensure that everyone has sufficient energy after the apocalypse. With a constant supply of electricity, we also need a machine tool factory to produce large quantities of robots, which will make up for the severe shortage of labor. We also need sewage purification technology, air purification technology, waterless cultivation technology, meat synthesis technology, energy shield defense technology, particle weapons, optical weapons..."
While Zhuang Li was talking, the psychologist wrote down his own judgment in his notebook.
This guy is definitely delusional.
The agents in the monitoring room were practically laughing themselves silly. A nuclear fusion power plant? Was he dreaming? The most advanced nuclear fusion reactors currently available could only sustain nuclear fusion for a fraction of a second.
After one second, the machine will break down due to the high temperature of hundreds of millions.
"This kid is even crazier than that rich second-generation!" an agent said with a smile.
"Reading has damaged your brain. What a pity." The captain of the special forces shook his head and sighed.
After Zhuang Li finished explaining the blueprint for the entire safe base, he asked the counselor for a sheet of paper and a pen, and began drawing as he explained: "The technical difficulty of a nuclear fusion reactor lies in the fact that no material can withstand temperatures exceeding 100 million degrees. The most heat-resistant metals currently available to humans can only withstand temperatures of 3,000 degrees. Any higher and they will melt."
"So every nuclear fusion experiment ends due to reactor damage. The high temperatures exceeding 100 million kilowatts will cause the reactor's inner walls to undergo transmutation within a second. Therefore, the current approach to building nuclear fusion reactors is fundamentally flawed. It's impossible to build a nuclear fusion reactor using a metal container. The only container capable of sustaining nuclear fusion is a magnetic field."
He picked up a pen and drew an extremely precise blueprint without any measuring tools. He slowly said, "This is the magnetic field nuclear fusion reactor I designed. It can continue nuclear fusion for hundreds of years, and the power it generates in a day is enough for the entire world to use for a year. It is made of room-temperature superconducting materials. The composition of this room-temperature superconducting material is..."
Zhuang Li quickly wrote down one molecular formula after another.
Several agents listened and laughed, as if they were watching a play.
The psychologist's expression grew increasingly serious. His father was a physicist, so he had a certain understanding of nuclear fusion and superconducting materials.
Zhuang Li's words might sound absurd, but they were based on science. The drawings and molecular formulas he drew were also very rigorous and definitely didn't look like the work of a madman.
The psychologist immediately took photos of the information page by page and sent them to his father. He then sent a text message to the director of the Security Bureau, asking him to send a few senior scientists to listen to what Zhuang Li said.
The director of the Security Bureau, who was always cautious in his actions, quickly sent two old scientists.
The agents showed the two men the previous surveillance footage and asked them to listen to Zhuang Li's story from the beginning.
In the room, Zhuang Li, after explaining energy issues, began to discuss the design and manufacture of robots; the development and upgrading of artificial intelligence; the manufacture of nanorobots; the production of oxygen, and how to purify land, air, and water; how to create more advanced weapons and even mechas...
He kept drawing blueprints: composite skeleton materials for storing hydrogen, blade-type oxygen generators, human body repair cabins, wearable enhanced mechas, and so on.
Finally, he said, "The zombie virus, in my opinion, is a prion. The treatment for prions should focus on anti-protease agents. As far as I know, the yeast toxin-like Sup35 protein is highly similar to the mammalian prion protein.
"Sup35pPSI+ expressed in yeast carrying the PSI+ gene has properties such as aggregation tendency and resistance to proteolytic enzymes, while Sup35pPSI- does not have these properties. Co-incubation of Sup35pPSI- and Sup35pPSI+ in a cell-free system can enable the former to develop protease resistance.
"When the N region of the Sup35 gene is overexpressed, Sup35pPSI- can be converted to Sup35pPSI+. This realization indicates that prions are not incurable. By identifying factors that regulate these phenotypic changes, we may be able to develop drugs to treat prions. Subsequently, we can also block prions' self-replication by rewriting genes, thereby developing genetic drugs that can cure the zombie virus.
"Although the apocalypse is still more than half a year away and the strain of the zombie virus has not yet been found, I believe my research direction should be fine. For now, we can conduct basic research first, and then conduct targeted research after obtaining the strain. This will greatly speed up the time it takes to produce results. I believe the apocalypse will end soon."
Zhuang Li compiled his manuscript into a book and handed it to the psychological counselor.
The psychologist was completely stunned. He didn't understand a single word of the subsequent talk, which involved knowledge on chemistry, medicine, genetics, and nanotechnology. But he had a vague feeling that this person wasn't talking nonsense.
But how is that possible? How could there be a scientist in the world who is so proficient in every discipline? Is that still human?
If what Zhuang Li said is true, then he is a treasure of this country! His value is immeasurable!
The psychologist's hands were shaking slightly as he held the stack of manuscript paper.
Ye Huai's eyes were full of stars and his mind was confused. He opened and closed his mouth, like a catfish.
He didn't understand a single word of the scientific principles, but he realized very clearly that if the country really built such a base according to Zhuang Li's idea, then the end of the world would be saved!
The zombie virus can be cured, and the polluted land, air, and water will return to their former purity. After the disaster, the world may even become a better place!
"Are you telling the truth?" Ye Huai asked in a hoarse voice.
This blueprint was so grand that he couldn't believe it.
Before Zhuang Li could answer, two gray-haired old men rushed into the room, ran to the psychologist, carefully but eagerly snatched the stack of manuscripts, and checked them one by one.
As they watched, they observed Zhuang Li with fiery eyes.
Zhuang Li picked up the water glass and took a sip slowly.
In his field of vision, a line of words appeared above the heads of both men: [Wise Man, 50 Points.]
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