Mei Yiqiu returned to the hotel suite, threw her coat on the hanger, and lay down heavily on the sofa.

He was exhausted from the three days of meetings, and in addition to worrying about the difficult situation that humanity was about to face, he also felt deeply old that he was getting old.

Thinking of the days when she was young, she fought in the laboratory for three or five days without rest, and Mei Yiqiu sighed.

Not now, but only three days, in the middle of which I not only took a few hours of rest in the lounge of the Bella Center, but also enjoyed a massage by a professional physiotherapist, which was specially arranged by the conference organizing committee for the scientists.

In addition to the more than 60 scientists who had been left in the second conference room on the third floor of the Bella Center at the beginning, several heavyweights from different countries were added to the meeting, including government dignitaries, intelligence chiefs, and high-ranking military officers. This made the already serious meeting even more tense, and it also made the meeting beyond the control of these scientists.

May hates the involvement of politicians and military personnel. But he understands that it cannot be avoided.

Lester said: Humanity is being invaded.

Although there is no evidence so far that Mr. Leicester is telling the truth, and certainly cannot be falsified, even a mere suspicion is beyond the scope of pure scientific inquiry.

It's a war.

But the problem is that they cannot find the enemy and cannot organize effective resistance. If what Lester says is true, at least for now, there is simply no better way than to popularize the Leicester signature throughout humanity.

But Lester signed?

The scientific community is not yet popular, let alone ordinary people!

Mei Yiqiu was sure that if he had done experiments among the doctoral and master's students he had led, there would be no more than ten people who could master them.

The Leicester Code not only requires the acquisition of relevant professional knowledge, but also the long-term and arduous spiritual training to develop the potential of consciousness. It's a long and painful process.

They weren't even able to complete a self-test of Lester's signature during the three-day meeting. Because if you don't understand the logical characteristics of this person's thinking, you can't find his conscious position in the thinking matrix.

To locate consciousness, you must make an effective analysis of the signatory's behavior in this life, including his thoughts, his writings, his behavioral habits, his hobbies, his artistic level, and so on. The more research is done, the more accurate the orientation of consciousness is obtained.

Not everyone is familiar with these 60-odd scientists.

For the time being, it is only on the basis of Lester's last words that these people, who are certainly not safe from aggression, can be selected by the judgment of Dardova, Frank, and others about the recent behavior and academic achievements of familiar objects.

But even then, they cannot guarantee absolute "safety".

As for the later representatives of the dull or arrogant non-scholars, Mei Yiqiu did not know how to trust them.

They were dismissive of Leicester's signature, and one guy even openly shouted at the meeting that the invasion of consciousness was a rumor that the scientists were looking for a sense of self-existence, trying to get the world's attention in this way, and getting the government and capitalists to give their laboratories additional money.

Fortunately, at the end of the meeting, with the mediation of Frank and Frederick, everyone agreed to keep the matter secret, and in principle, no one except everyone present and the leaders of the countries should be told.

Mei Yiqiu didn't have any faith in this secret treaty, and who knows who they would tell when they returned? Will the politicians and capitalists use this to fan the flames? Know that they don't care about anything but votes and money.

What's more, who can guarantee that the president's brain is still the same president?

For the first time in her life, Mei Yiqiu felt helpless. In a way, he even hoped that the few clamoring non-academics were right, and that Lester had only developed schizophrenia in his later years.

But he knew it was very unlikely.

He knew Lester, the Mind Matrix Code and the Lester signature, and if Lester was schizophrenic, Dardova must have translated an incomprehensible phrase after searching for the coordinates of consciousness.

Mei Yiqiu leaned back on the couch, her heavy eyelids fighting.

He hadn't had a good rest for three days, and he wanted to get some sleep. But the presence of that ghostly invading consciousness kept him from sleeping. He was afraid that once he fell asleep, he would never wake up again, or that he would no longer be himself when he woke up.

Mei Ziqing came out of another room, looked at the clock on the wall, yawned, and said, "Oh, Professor, you're finally back!" ”

She poured the professor a glass of lemonade, then opened the refrigerator and took out a few wrapped food boxes, and said, "Are you hungry?" I'll give you some hot food. ”

Mei Yiqiu said weakly: "Let the hotel send it." ”

Mei Ziqing insisted: "Copenhagen is full of cheese, whether it is their sushi, barbecue or seafood sandwiches, they will put cheese on them, as if the cheese here does not cost money." I know you don't like to eat cheese, so I specially ordered some dishes and snacks, I added the condiments for you, but I don't know when you will come back, except for the salmon frozen, everything else has to be changed once a day, and I am fat! ”

As she spoke, Mei Ziqing had already made a plate of chilled salmon, heated a roast rabbit leg in the microwave, and carefully cut the rabbit meat and put it on a plate.

"Are you going to drink?" Mei Ziqing asked with red wine.

"No need, just drink this." Mei Yiqiu took a sip of lemonade, "Tomorrow I have to attend a party with a few old friends, it is estimated that it will take many days, if you are fine, you can go back to China first." ”

Mei Ziqing said: "That's not good, I'll go back, if something happens, who will take care of you?" ”

Mei Yiqiu didn't insist, smiled and said, "Okay, then you can just play around, you don't have to do anything for me, I'll call you if you have something." ”

"Oh yes, here's a letter for you." Mei Ziqing handed an envelope to Mei Yiqiu.

Mei Yiqiu looked at it suspiciously and asked, "Where did the letter come from?" ”

Mei Ziqing said: "Well, that day on the lawn outside the Bella Center, a very handsome man gave it to me, saying that he wanted you to open it himself. ”

"Very handsome, handsome man?" Mei Yiqiu smiled, "There are very few men who can make you boast like this!" ”

Mei Ziqing blushed and said embarrassedly: "Yes, he is indeed very handsome." ”

"Didn't he say who he was?" Mei Yiqiu asked.

"He said that his name is Xingzhi, and he can also call him Situ, but I don't know what it is." Mei Ziqing said.

Mei Yiqiu was stunned for a moment, and suddenly remembered that many years ago, when he had just left Princeton and returned to China to set up a laboratory, there was a Chinese-American scientific genius in the United States, who solved several recognized problems in the fields of mathematics and physics in a row in just a few years, and it was widely believed that he would be Lester's successor.

Even Lester himself had spoken to Mei Yiqiu about the young man, and was very optimistic about him, and hoped that he would become his student.

But this man was in Stanford, MIT, and then at the Youth Forum in Cambridge, and then just as he was just about to become famous, he suddenly disappeared like a flash in the pan.

Most people are familiar with his English name, Arthur Stone, after a late mathematician. Only a very small number of people know his Chinese name, Situ Xingzhi.

At first, some people asked about him, including Leicester, who also sent an email to Mei Yiqiu, asking if he was "protected" by the government.

Later, people gradually forgot about him, Mei Yiqiu hadn't heard from this person for a long time, counting the days, at least five years.

He opened the envelope and laid out the folded ordinary stationery, and the first thing that caught his eye was a line of large letters:

Don't trust anyone!

Underneath this large line is a small piece of writing in clean blue ink.

The more Mei Yiqiu looked, the more shocked she became, and what this passage described was a strange scientific idea, to create something invisible. It's not a virtual game or anything, it's able to track people's consciousness, it's a ...... Well...... Box?

PS: The casserole in the class next door is "Pingwei Hunting", the book is very good, telling the story of a person who keeps killing himself in a parallel world and becoming stronger, a bit like Jet Li's "Cosmic Wanted", you can go and see it if you like.