Bit Mania [Hacking]

Three hours after Zheng Xiu went in, the door was opened, and Ulysses came out alone wiping his sweat. Zixin immediately stood up to meet him: "Doctor, is the treatment going well?"

"The patient is quite cooperative," as long as the other party cooperates with the psychological treatment, it will be easy to handle. Dr. Yuli's tangled eyebrows and eyes have been relieved a lot.

"The person who gave him psychological hints at the beginning... how should I put it, was a bit irresponsible, and the method was quite decisive. It was simply to achieve a temporary effect, and he did not hesitate to destroy this person! Fortunately, I met... Cough, Zheng My husband's memory problem has been delayed for too long, and there are many fragmentary complications. I sorted it out for him, because a large amount of memory needs to be recalled, and there may be a short period of confusion in the future, and the patient's mood is not very stable. ..."

"Chaotic period?" Zixin frowned and asked him, "What will he do, and how should we cooperate?"

"Try to focus on grooming, don't stimulate him, let him adjust himself, don't worry, he will be fine after a few days of rest."

After a pause, Ulysses's face became a little weird again, he hesitated to speak a few times, and finally pulled Zixin aside, and whispered to him: "Out of professional ethics, there are some things I should have said." Keep it confidential for patients, but after thinking about it, I think I have to speak out."

The doctor's serious expression made Zixin sit up straight: "Doctor, tell me."

"Mr. Zheng..." Yuli organized his words: "I have a deep obsession with certain things and a strong dependence on them."

"what?"

"During the treatment, he repeatedly mentioned a name... Well, the spelling of this name is weird, what is Octo... Do you know this person?" Well.

"Uh... I don't know..." Zixin looked casual, but actually secretly raised his ears, scratched his cheek with his index finger and asked, "What did he say, about that Octo?"

Ulysses just wanted to get away early, and didn't care about the other person's expression. With a look, Zixin handed over his ear, and the doctor whispered something in his ear.

Zixin's face was confused for a while, and then he seemed to understand the meaning of the other person's words, and suddenly his face burst into red, almost steaming.

"Why are you blushing?"

"What, where is it!"

Zixin jumped up like a cat whose tail was stepped on, which attracted Xingchu and Zhongzhe who were on the side to look sideways: "What's wrong?"

"Don't come here!"

"..." We didn't want to come over.

"Seriously," the psychiatrist tugged at Zixin's sleeves: "I suggest you find that Octo. Mr. Zheng misses this person so much, and he is more dependent on him than ordinary people. It should be related to his unfortunate family life in the past. He will be particularly insecure. Although he looks capable and independent on weekdays, he is more clingy psychologically than anyone else... This is already a physical thing, and I am only telling you this for his future health..."

"Cough," Zixin coughed heavily, signaling him to stop talking: "I know about it."

"Then can I go?"

"Ask Brother Xingchu." Zixin waved at him, then turned to the other two people in the room and said, "I'll go see Zheng Xiu."

He was a little confused now, afraid that the people in the room would see something, since Zheng Xiuxiu was resting anyway, he might as well hide in and have a look at him instead of facing the group of people outside.

Thinking in his heart, Zixin pushed open the door of the guest room and walked in. There was a gust of cool wind blowing in front of him. He stared blankly at the empty room with wide open eyes. A floor-to-ceiling window was wide open, blowing in The wind blows the curtains fluttering.

The body has rushed to the window sill before the thought, looking down, the bustling street is under the height of the thirteenth floor, the traffic is dazzling, and there is no trace of that person at all.

"Zheng Xiu! Zheng Xiu is gone!"

Europe, Berlin, the country of hops.

May is the beginning of spring, which is a good time for a cool and pleasant climate. Every day, various exhibitions and dramas are presented in every corner of this world-famous city, attracting the attention of a large number of locals and foreign tourists, with apples in their mouths. The dogs shuttled happily between various venues, just to get first-hand information.

Under the shutter sound of a flash of light, the No.20 Third International Congress of Mathematicians kicked off.

This grand event organized by the International Union of Mathematicians has a history of exactly 100 years. Since the first event was held in Zurich, the watch country, it was suspended for several sessions due to the Second World War. Now it has become the number one event in the world of mathematics. During the period held in different cities every four years, the Fields Medal, which is known as the "Nobel Prize in Mathematics" and represents the highest honor in the field of mathematics, and the Gauss Award in applied mathematics, etc., are awarded. pivotal position.

Mathematicians who have made outstanding contributions will be honored to be invited to give a 45-minute academic report to the world's top mathematics figures at the conference. This is a great honor. Of course, as an open academic conference, everyone is welcome. If you have the right to speak, you only need to apply and pass the identity review, and you can get 10 minutes of speech time at the conference.

The Congress of Mathematicians has rented a large academic lecture hall to accommodate more than [-] participants. English is required for the report, but considering that scientists in some countries cannot master this foreign language, they are allowed to bring translators to participate, so as not to This created communication barriers, and the conference was open to the outside world, and a large number of reporters were filming inside the venue. Of course, there was no way to check the entrance very strictly. It was a noisy scene at the moment.

As the crowd walked into the venue, we zoomed in on the camera, and we could see a middle-aged man in a suit with a sparse crown. He flinched slightly under the reporter's flashlight, and there was a hint of embarrassment and excitement in his eyes as a country bumpkin entered the city. Rubbing his hands and looking around, he counted the seat numbers in the auditorium with his fingers, and then moved over carefully.

After sitting down, he looked around, and found that the left side was empty, and there was already a person sitting on the right side. It was a young man in a smoke gray suit, with one leg resting on the other, with a well-tailored suit lining. He has a tall and dignified figure, but the profile of his face is unusually young, and his face also has a careless expression, which is in stark contrast to his round and shabby appearance.

"My name is G. Pischer." He held out his hand to the other party: "Young sir, nice to meet you."

The person in front of him didn't respond immediately, as if he wasn't sure if he was talking to him, and after a while he slowly said: "It's a pleasure to meet you." But he didn't extend his hand to shake Pixier.

Who can come here is not a well-known figure in his own country. Pihir feels that he has been neglected by this young man, but it is also the first time he has the opportunity to come here. He is considered a newcomer. Most of the people present are probably better than him .While he was afraid of offending people by saying the wrong thing, he subconsciously felt that the other party was so young, and it should be the first time he had come here. In fact, the person he approached had a faint herd mentality of being a group of rookies.

Pihir held back, and he didn't know if it was a psychological effect. He felt the pressure from his bladder getting stronger and stronger: "Do you know where the bathroom is?"

The young man still had an expressionless face, and finally pointed him in a direction: "Go out through the security gate over there, turn right and there is a large shopping mall on the ground floor."

"Oh... Huh?" The old doctor scratched his head: "Is there no toilet in the venue?"

"Yes, if you want to stand in line for half an hour."

"...Ah oh," he said blankly, thanked him and stood up, but was stopped by the other party.

"Wait," the man pinched a note between two fingers, "By the way, help me bring a cappuccino to the espresso shop over there."

"Cappuccino?..." As far as he knew, it was a coffee that only little girls like, so Pixir couldn't help but look at the person in front of him a few more times: "Are you sure?"

"I like to add a lot of milk, can't you?" The man squinted his eyes.

"Yes, yes..." Pihir took the money, and just as he took a step, he was stopped again.

"Wait a minute." The man stopped him again.

"What's the matter?"

"Twice as many sugar cubes."

When Pihir returned to the venue with a complicated and unspeakable state of mind, he held two cups of coffee in his hand. The fat old doctor imitated the unknown young man and inserted the straw in a decent manner, sucking it "squeaky" After taking a sip, it was so hot that the drink spewed out of the nostrils, and the people around saw it and moved aside involuntarily.

The old doctor wiped his face with a paper towel, and looked angrily at his imitation object, but saw that the person put the plastic cup aside as early as after inserting the straw, and did not drink it immediately like himself.

"..." He put the coffee away in frustration, and felt that he really couldn't be so stupid today, but he really didn't give up, so he started to challenge himself again: "How many times have you come to this meeting?"

The man replied flatly, "The third time."

Pixier counted, the conference was held every four years, and the young man in front of him attended three times, and he was only in his twenties... This, this, this is unscientific!

"How old are you!" Pihir asked unwillingly.

But this idiot-like question caused the interviewee to show a bit of confusion on his face. He thought for a while before answering: "Add up...um, and remove the repetition...it's about forty."

"You said you are already 40 years old?!" The old doctor yelled with a rough throat, stood up suddenly, pointed at the person in front of him in disbelief, and screamed again and again: "My God! My God!"

Someone glanced at him with eyes like an idiot, continued to support his head, and remained silent.

"It's amazing, you look like a young man in his twenties, and you're already forty! How did you do that?!" Pixir's lips were trembling at this time, God knows what he said He's only 42 this year, but he looks good enough to be the father of his predecessors!

Even men don't pursue coquettish beauty, but as long as they are individuals, they will show respect in accidents. Mr. Doctor was greatly stimulated, and his fat body jumped up and down like a monkey: "Please tell me how to maintain it." !"

He pulled the thinning hair on the top of his head and moved closer to the other party: "You know, we who do mathematics always age prematurely. Look, I have so many white hairs, how can I be like you, with black, thick and thick hair?" luster?"

Someone avoided it in disgust, and seemed to remember something, with a sad expression on his face: "White hair... When he died, I also had a lot of white hair overnight..."

Pixir's ears were erect, and he didn't have time to care whether the other party said "he" or "she", and asked anxiously: "Then and then, how did you cure it?"

"Well...it's very simple, you have to choose a thunderstorm day."

"Hmm, next?"

"Go outside."

"And then what?"

"Be struck by lightning," the man said, "when you wake up again, you will find that time has flown backwards."

"……You fool me!"

"I'm telling the truth, believe it or not." The man straightened up slightly: "Shut up, the meeting has begun."

Pischer's old face was flushed, and he could only hold back his words. He hurriedly took out his notebook and pen, and waited for the world's top mathematicians to give speeches on stage with an expression of listening to an oracle.

It is indeed a top event in the industry, and the level of the participants is very high. Whenever the people on the stage talk about something exciting, the people below will have heated discussions with them. The academic atmosphere is quite strong, and Pischer listened as quickly as possible. At the same time, when he heard the sound of paper flipping in his ears, he thought for a while that although the handsome old monster sitting next to him seemed unreliable, In fact, when facing the professional field, I am quite serious...

Amidst the intense applause, the speaker on the stage bowed slightly and finished his speech. Pixir had no time to straighten his waist, turned his head and casually looked to the side, and suddenly his eyes widened.

"...You, what are you looking at?"

"Cartoon."

"I know it's a comic!"

"Then you still ask."

"..." I just don't want to accept this fact.

Pihir almost thought he had come to a university class, and his deskmate was obviously not willing to listen to the lecture, he sat there muttering sullenly, the man seemed too annoyed to watch, looked up to this side, his hands As soon as he stretched out, he pointed at a certain line of the notebook: "I remember wrong here, the error of the well-placed problem will not increase significantly in the calculation."

The old doctor looked along where his finger was, and after a moment of silence, he said with a wooden face: "This is the topic I'm going to talk about later..."

"Uh, sorry." Someone touched his nose insincerely, lowered his head and continued to read the manga.

Pihir shook his legs anxiously, and changed several positions on the seat: "...the error is negligible, so where does this nonlinear residual value come from? Is the well-posed problem also the same in the environment I defined? Is it morbid!...Oh my God, I definitely can’t go up and talk about this topic,” and finally said to himself with a tangled face: “It seems that I can only use the top of the topic I made last year...”

"What was the title of last year?" At some point, someone reading comic books looked up at him again.

"Substructural logic."

"It is the theory that is weaker than the LK theorem and can prove incompleteness with standard first-order logic semantics."

"..."

Pixir silenced, blinked, blinked again, and finally burst into anger, grabbed the man in front of him by the neck: "...Why did you let me know this! You bastard, I will kill you to silence you! "

Someone broke the doctor's fingers off his neck one by one, frowning slightly: "Tsk, what nerves..."

"It's my turn to give a speech soon, but now how do I go up and talk about wrong theories, what to do, what to do!" Pixir was about to cry, and he would make a fool of himself when he came to the conference for the first time. Get mixed up in the industry.

The man glanced at the speech serial number card on Hill's chest, and asked, "How long is your speech?"

"It took me 10 minutes to apply..."

"Ten minutes, enough."

As Zheng Xiu said, he directly raised his hand and took off the card on the other party's chest, and pinned it to his clothes: "I'll explain it for you."

"The following is the No.12 speaker, Mr. G. Pischer from Maple Leaf Country, to share his academic achievements..."

Following the host's words, the young man in the gray suit broke away from Pischer's hand, stood up and straightened his clothes, and strode up to the podium under the latter's tearless eyes.