"Don't feed it, the Yan sisters are fine, but because Yan Bing is in a coma, Yan Ling is guarding her in the hospital, and others can't persuade her......"

"Oh, is that so? That's good, that's good..."Mi Shu breathed a sigh of relief, and while hanging up the phone, she made an OK gesture to Yang Tang. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

Yang Tang tilted his head noncommittally, and suddenly a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "Shushu, do you feel that you owe me for three hundred on this mission?"

Mi Shu nodded: "Hmm..."

"Then you can do me a little favor!"

"What's the busy?"

"Help me check a person's details, but you can't let others know that it's you who is investigating, and you can't reveal (expose) me. ”

"Well, I see, let's say, who to check?"

"A boy in the third year of Beijing University, named Liao Bin, this person has a good relationship with Ge Xin of the school football team, so check this name Liao. Yang Tang gave a rough introduction to Liao Bin's situation.

"Okay, I'll write it all down and I'll get you the news by the evening at the latest. ”

So the two parted ways at the airport and went their separate ways.

At the same time, the editorial office of the Annals of Mathematics.

More than half an hour after work, the lights in the office of the new deputy editor-in-chief, Poplov, are still on. It's not that he doesn't want to get off work on time, it's not that he has three fires when he takes office, but he is reading a paper and is fascinated, his eyes are red, bloodshot, and he is so excited that he doesn't even notice it, and the hand holding the paper has been trembling slightly, and there are words in his mouth: "So that's the case, can this formula four still be brought in like this?" And here, the order of proof seems to be reversed and wrong, but in the end, the ninth formula comes out, and the previous reversal seems to be logical...... Oh my God, the transformation here is so clever, no, I'll have to recheck it......"

Just as Poplov subconsciously reached out to pull the scratch paper, Wur, who was almost the last to get off work, suddenly pushed the door in, and Lang smiled: "Haha, Senior Pop, you're still working hard!"

I have to say that your voice was too sudden, and Poplov, who was falling into a conjecture, was suddenly broken by him, and came back to his senses: "Huh? Your, what are you doing in my office? If you have a good manuscript, you can just send it to me!"

"Don't you look at what time it is......"

"What time is it, didn't you just have lunch?" said Poplov as he looked at his watch, and then froze: "Why, why is it seven and seven?"

Ur spread his hands and said, "Otherwise, what do you think? I came to your office to invite you to dinner, but I didn't expect you to ...... Hey, no, when I first came in, you seemed to be reviewing the manuscript, what kind of manuscript are you so obsessed with?"

Poplov's eyes lit up when he heard this, and he said excitedly: "Don't you say that I almost forgot, it's this manuscript, maybe something big will happen to our mathematical community!" As he spoke, he picked up the stack of not thick manuscript paper and shook it like a chicken claw......

"I'll see, I'll see!!" "You simply snatched the manuscript paper from Poplov's hand, and cherished it in the folder, only to open it, and saw that the title of the manuscript paper was: "Sim's Conjecture Completely Proven"!

"Hah, that's a big question!" your was amused on the spot.

Poplov said: "This topic is not big at all, you can see it if you read it, I have been reviewing this thing before." Before he could finish speaking, he saw your close the manuscript paper.

"What's wrong?"

"After a cursory look, the whole idea of the proof seems to make sense, but the formulas that the author himself derives are probably a bit problematic, which requires a large number of mathematicians to demonstrate thoroughly, and if the argument does not work, then this manuscript will be meaningless." ”

"It's not necessarily meaningless!" Poplov disagreed with your, "If only one or two formulas in the middle are wrong, maybe someone else can complete it, unless more than half of the formulas deduced by the author are problematic, then it really can't be played!"

Hearing this, your head bowed slightly, and while returning the manuscript to Poplov, he said thoughtfully: "Why don't we contact a mathematician who is familiar with each other nearby, and everyone can enjoy the strange text together?"

"Well, your idea is very good, but you have to contact at least five or more mathematicians, otherwise it will be in vain, and the arguments that do not reach the required number will not be recognized by the International Mathematical Association!"

"Okay, that's it!"

Just as the two were about to go their separate ways, Poplov suddenly remembered something: "By the way, the author of this manuscript also wrote an appendix, which uses Chinese, which I didn't understand too clearly...... Your, you speak Chinese well, help me take a look!"

"Oh, what's the matter?"

Poplov was busy rummaging through his office with a mountain of manuscripts, and with great difficulty he was able to plow through the middle of the page to the appendice: "Well, that's it..."

Your took the attached page and scanned it, pouting, "This is the author of the manuscript who is too anxious. ”

"Oh?"

"He said on the attached page that he would set up a fund in his lifetime, of course, this is gossip!" said Uldonlasi, "and if we can't give a clear answer within half a month to adopt his manuscript, then he will submit it to another magazine." ”

Poplov's color changed slightly when he heard this, but he still said: "It's normal for people!"

Uhl said meaningfully, "Do you really think so?"

"Of course. ”

"Then do as we agreed?" asked your.

"Of course..."

So the two went their separate ways, and soon found five well-known mathematicians in the academic world. When these people heard that they were required to rigorously and quickly demonstrate the latest "Sim's conjecture proof process", they were all taken aback, and the buzzing became a pot of porridge......

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"Whew-"

In the evening, Yang Tang finally completed the number of Qilin Sun Covering Fists today, so that his true power (mana) finally climbed to the threshold of four hundred and fifty.

"If I continue to practice like this, after eleven days, my true power will break five hundred, and the growth rate is really impressive, the only pity is that Jin Yangong is good, but when I practice on my own, the mana growth is really pitiful!"

"Ding Dong!" The long-lost realization came out of nowhere, "What the heart wants, learn higher and deeper internal skills!"

Yang Tang: "......"

When he was speechless, Mi Shu called: "Hey, Xiao Yang, I have checked all the information you asked me to check, or will I send it to you now?"

"Don't be busy, Shushu, I'll give you an email address, you can send it to me!" Yang Tang said cautiously.

"It's fine. ”

Not long after, Mi Shu received a foreign email address sent to her by the Red Queen. Although Mi Shu was a little strange how it was a foreign mailbox, she didn't think much about it, and after confirming the address with Yang Tang on the phone, she sent the information about Liao Bin to the mailbox.

Soon, the red queen unknowingly copied the information she wanted from the mailbox without leaving any clues, and then it turned the information into a voice call and called Yang Tang's mobile phone directly.

"Hello?"

"Master, I'm the Red Queen ......"

Yang Tang was slightly stunned, because the female voice on the phone was quite charming, and couldn't help but immediately say: "How many times have you said it, call me boss!"

"Now that no one else can listen to it, you can call it anything, right?" said the red queen stubbornly.

Yang Tang: "......"

Honghou continued: "According to the news from Mi Shu, Liao Bin, male, born in XX year x month x, born in Wuqing, Binjin, is currently studying in the School of Engineering of Yujing University, and has won awards at or above the district level since primary school......... Since elementary school, his playmates are Zhang Chao (Fa Xiao), Liu Tong (cousin), Tan Yibo (junior high school table), Sun Lingli (junior high school class flower...... His father, Liao Youmin, is the executive deputy head of a district in Binjin City, and his mother Liu Xiuzhi, deputy director of the Education Bureau of a district in Binjin City, and his ancestor ......"

"Stop, stop, don't read it. Yang Tang suddenly interrupted the recitation of the red queen, "I didn't expect Liu Tong to die, and another Liao Bin came out, but seeing that he just instigated the people of the football team to trouble me, then I shouldn't know how Liu Tong died, but I don't know how many bad things Liu Tong nagged Liao Bin about me before his death, it seems that it is necessary to test this Liao Bin, if there is potential hostility, then I will have to poison him, and this time the Liao family must be cut to the roots, and no hair will be left!"

After listening to Yang Tang's self-talk, the red queen praised on the phone: "The master is wise, otherwise the small one will be killed, and the old one will emerge, so why don't we do anything else?"

"Nonsense! As long as you can, you know a lot, shut up for me!" Yang Tang sighed after a snort, and then sighed: "Although Binjin is on the edge of Yujing, it is also two hundred and sixty or seventy kilometers back and forth, and if you move your whole body, it is difficult to achieve precise control...... Alas, it would be nice if there were a few trustworthy helpers around, but it really didn't work, and I could only start with Liao Bin's parents first!"

After making up his mind, Yang Tang began to cook dinner, and at the same time thought about how to go to the school tomorrow to find Liao Bin, "The information shows that the guy is from the Taekwondo Club, and there should be activities in all clubs tomorrow, right? Then go directly to the Taekwondo Hall to find him!"

When Yang Tang brought a few fragrant and first-class exquisite side dishes to the table, the TV screen facing the dining table suddenly lit up: "Hello host, I am the queen of red, if you want a trustworthy helper, it is actually easy to find ......"

When Yang Tang heard the voice of the red queen at first glance, he almost didn't run away on the spot, but what the red queen said made him very interested.

"How?"

"At present, there are five laboratories in the world that are often doing cloning experiments, and two of them are even doing human cloning, and all of them have reached the stage of molding, one in West Africa and one in Yueben!"

"According to my calculations, if we steal a few clones from these two labs, and then you enter a dream like "The Clones' Counterattack" or "The Terminator", I believe there should be a good chance that the clones or Terminators will be solidified into the real world......"

Hearing this, Yang Tang's eyes lit up at first, and then he shook his head in disappointment, after all, stealing clones is not a joke.

"Of course, according to further calculations, clones are more vulnerable, even in movie dreams, so it's best to solidify the Terminator......"

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