"Lucy, have all the invitations been sent out?" Lin Hong tilted his head slightly, holding a glass of red wine in his hand, and gently knocked the wine glass in Shuang'er's hand.

Both sons and daughters were holding a red wine glass at this time, their faces were a little flushed, and it was obvious that they had drunk a lot.

"It's all gone! And most of them have already replied, agreeing to join our side of the study! ”

Lucy's voice made Lin Hong smile with satisfaction on his face, and after he drank a glass of red wine, he asked again, "What about Gundam Hill?" Haven't replied yet? ”

"Not yet, he seems to be busy writing an artificial intelligence!"

"Oh? Artificial intelligence, can he still write a more intelligent existence than Will? Lin Hong's eyes were a little bright, and the corners of his mouth were smiling.

This person named Gouda Hill is an existence that Lin Hong pays special attention to.

His brain and ability are very top-notch, even if Lin Hong has experienced the washing of multiple planetary technologies, he can't help but have a little thought about this person.

It's all because this guy's brain is almost like a hanging, and he got a doctorate in two major subjects at the age of nineteen.

Later, at the rate of one doctor a year, until he was twenty-eight years old, he completely stopped his crazy behavior.

The reason for stopping was not because of anything else, but because he met a woman who was enough for him to entrust him with his life.

After that, he married this woman who fascinated him, had children, and his life became plain and fulfilling.

His brain was not wasted, and he opened a research laboratory to carry out research and discussion on artificial intelligence.

With his knowledge, it is almost a matter of one sentence to solicit sponsorship.

I, Tall Hill, hit the money!

If it's so domineering, it can be placed on this character.

For such an existence, Lin Hong is quite cherished, even if the other party's research is more biased towards the already mature artificial intelligence technology in his hands.

But it cannot be denied that he is still better than other scientists in other subjects.

For example, in the field of nanotechnology, the first person to propose liquefied metal was this world-famous talent.

Unlike nanotechnology, which was sought after by many as soon as it appeared, liquefied metal was sprayed by the scientific community as soon as it appeared.

How is it possible for solid metal to become liquid? Aren't you kidding? This kind of theory of forcibly changing the physical structure of a metal is impossible for a beginner in physics!

However, just the year before, the scientist, who had never published any answers, Gouda Hill, suddenly released a paper on the production process of liquid aluminum metal, as well as the results and data for making it.

When this paper appeared, the whole world was in a complete uproar, and their three views and physical common sense were completely subverted.

The god-like man directly overturned the tables of almost all physics scientists, and slapped them in the face twice.

When he saw this scene, Lin Hong was still smiling very happily, not for anything else, because this scientist's approach was too perverse and eccentric, which made Lin Hong feel that this was a talent.

Therefore, Lin Hong will pay special attention to this person.

But the other party obviously wants to go all the way to the dark on the road of artificial intelligence, and Lin Hong can't help it, after all, such a person is not his subordinate, and he is not a person who will run to him and wait for him to send him with a casual word.

Since the other party didn't respond, Lin Hong didn't take it to heart anymore, and continued to drink red wine with Shuang'er.

At the same time, in a dimly lit room, an old scholar with gray hair and heavy glasses looked like he was in his fifties sitting on an iron bed.

He was holding a photograph of three people, a smiling couple, and a lovely and well-behaved son.

He looked at the photo in front of him in a daze, his expression was a little trance, a little unfocused, his eyes seemed to be on the photo, and he didn't seem to be on the photo, but at the floor on the back of the photo.

I don't know how long it took, the old man maintained this kind of movement, in a daze, stunned, stunned, all kinds of expressions appeared on his face.

Finally, at a certain moment, his expression seemed to wake up suddenly, a hideous killing intent swept over his slightly wrinkled face, and his gaze changed from godlessness to a pair of bloodthirsty eyes in an instant.

Syllable! Syllable! Syllable!

Suddenly, his right hand flipped and a lighter appeared in the palm of his hand, and as he pressed it, the lighter made a loud noise.

He kept playing a lighter that was difficult to ignite, and the sound of crackling could be heard far and wide in the quiet laboratory.

Just as his face became more and more impatient, the sound of the lighter snapping suddenly stopped, and then a cluster of flames suddenly lit up the room, and also illuminated the strange smile that appeared on the corner of the man's mouth.

After a while, his hand moved slightly, and the light of the fire swept by, and the small flame slowly came to the ground of the photograph.

The photograph gradually turns from white to black, revealing a scorched appearance, but then suddenly the photograph also flickers with a cluster of flames, and the photograph is ignited at this moment.

"No!! No!! No!! The man screamed like a whisper, and two lines of hot tears slipped from the corners of his eyes, and he watched as the picture began to burn with teary eyes.

His mouth kept shouting no, but there was no movement in his hands, and he watched the photo being burned.

It wasn't until the last bit of the fire burned that the man threw the photograph to the ground before the flames burned over.

And as a piece of black ash gradually fell, his gaze suddenly darkened, and the hideousness just now disappeared in an instant, replaced by a blank and helpless face.

He looked at the ashes on the ground in a daze, and then looked at the lighter in his right hand, a trace of bitterness appeared in his eyes, and his voice murmured: "This world is really desperate!" ”

After saying this, he sighed again, and then put away the lighter, got up, and walked out of the room.

When he opened the door, he saw a neat corridor, and at the end of the corridor was a heavy metal door, which was his research room, and this was his rest room.

A small break is a must for every researcher, but he clearly didn't succeed in this midday.

As a result, he looked a little bad, his pale hair was messy, and the heavy frames of his glasses were covered with all kinds of gray lines, as if he had been stepped on.

And the white coat on his body was also a little dusty at the hem at this time, obviously he didn't take off the coat just after resting, but sat directly on the bed in the coat, which made the long coat drag to the ground and get dusty.

"Professor Hill!"

"Dr. Hill, good afternoon!"

"Dr. Hill!"

Along the way, many of the various researchers shuttling through this corridor saw his embarrassed appearance, but all of them looked strange.

As researchers, they know very well that when they indulge in a certain kind of research, their daily life will plummet.

Therefore, they were not surprised by Ciel's appearance.

For each greeting, Hill smiled and replied gently.

But if you look closely, you can see in his eyes that he is cold and indifferent to others.

For him in such a state, others are not surprised.

The so-called geniuses all have some unknown arrogance or eccentricity.

And they apparently thought that Gouda Hill clearly had such pride in his heart.

Gouda Hill's footsteps were so fast that almost all those who walked with him were overtaken by him, and it didn't take long for those who walked before him to be overtaken by him.

He never walked slowly, so it was not surprising that those who had been overtaken by him had only greeted him from afar.

Along the way, he continued to respond to the greetings of familiar and unfamiliar researchers, and he soon came to the door of his own research room.

After scanning the iris, the metal door clicked open, and when he entered, it closed again.

The research room was a somewhat messy scene, with all kinds of strange things and utensils all laid out everywhere, without any sense of order, and it looked like a garbage dump.

But in such an environment, Gouda Hill felt a lot better.

Without hesitation, he went straight to the control equipment in the research room, put his hands on it, and clicked the program.

At this moment, an interface suddenly popped up on his computer, and then an electronic artificial intelligence voice came out.

"Dr. X, you have an email that you haven't viewed yet, do you need to check it now?"

"Withdraw!" Gundam Hill almost didn't hesitate and directly ordered it to be removed, and he didn't even glance at the content of the cover on it.

It's true that at such a critical juncture, he doesn't have much time to go to any bullshit banquets and parties.

The fruits of his three years of hard work are about to appear, and this is enough to make him excited, how can it be more enjoyable than a banquet or something!

Since his wife and son died three years ago due to something, he has not attended any of these socializations and banquets.

During this period, countless people tried to invite him to participate in this email, but all of them were withdrawn by him, even if those people were his investors.

His hands fluttered on the keyboard like a gust of wind, and lines of code that only programmers could understand kept jumping on the screen.

He entered all the logical instructions, and turned the screen page after page.

Only once or twice a while would he suddenly stop, then tilt his head, frown and think for a moment, before continuing to type.

This is the creative process of artificial intelligence, boring and boring, and there is nothing new, far less joyful and full of fun than when others test artificial intelligence.

But this time, what he Gundam Hill wants to create is not an ordinary artificial intelligence, but is destined to become his Gundam Hill's power, strengthening a kind of artificial intelligence of his own.

Next to his very large console, there was a black liquid in a white glass case.

These liquids have a strange metallic luster, but instead of the silver-gray metal of liquid mercury, they resemble the dazzling silver-brown metallic hue of alloy steel.

Does alloy steel still come in liquid shape? If this form of metal were discovered by scientists from the outside world, they would probably have to go crazy again.

Of course, after going crazy, they had to sigh and sigh, this Gundam Hill is really not a normal human, he is simply a god of modern physics!

And if they knew that Gouda Hill was creating a prototype of a god at this time, they didn't know how crazy these physicists would be.