"God Butcher!"

I don't know why, when these two words came out of this young man's mouth, Chen Feng couldn't raise half a bit of suspicion.

Chen Feng gritted his teeth: "How do you want me to help you." ”

"You help me drag down those people who are going to trouble me, and in the coming days, I need to think and prepare, and I don't want to waste time on these people."

Chen Feng nodded, a little frustrated in his heart, this young man wanted to fight for the future of the entire human race, and he could only do inconsequential things for him.

Luo Chuan was not as great as Chen Feng thought, he knew very well that when the fisherman finished the final batch of fish, he would lose any help that human society could give.

Chen Feng spoke again, "General Qin will return to Nandu from Kyoto next Monday, he can help you..."

Luo Chuan didn't answer and shook his head, signaling that he didn't have to. "I think there's only one person who can really help me."

"Who?"

"My teacher, Zhao Weiguo."

Hearing Zhao Weiguo's three words, Chen Feng raised the probability of success of what Luo Chuan planned by several layers, and it was a magical old man. It's just that Chen Feng was slightly embarrassed, "The professor's research institute is the highest authority in the entire Southern Capital, and there are no more than three people who can enter and exit except for the researchers." And, most crucially, the phone couldn't be answered. There's no way I can help you find a professor. ”

Luo Chuan was not surprised, and pointed to Chen Xi, who was still in a half-squat, and said, "Send him to the door of the research institute and leave the matter of contacting the teacher to me." ”

Hearing Luo Chuan's meaning, he didn't seem to plan to leave here, and hurriedly asked, "What about you?" ”

"It's good here, please trouble those brothers below to block it for ten days..."

Chen Feng was speechless for a while, just thinking about how to deal with the pressure of the media, the police, etc., and this young man lightly avoided Zhou Wei's series of combination punches. The military has been dealing with this matter, but it has not been dealt with ...

Watching Chen Feng go downstairs with Chen Xi, who was like a walking corpse, Luo Chuan picked up the military ear veins left by Chen Feng. Finger nodded, "Teacher, what you said to me at the beginning, will it still be counted?" ”

The Southern Capital Research Institute, which will not be affected by the outside world in any way, as long as the alien beast has not officially announced the attack on the Southern Capital. Their research never stops.

Academic lecture hall, science and technology stars gathered. As far as the eye can see, there are almost all white heads. There's physics, there's biology, there's chemistry... Many cutting-edge scientists in many fields are the light that guides civilization forward.

And Zhao Weiguo, who was sitting in it, with sleepy eyes, was undoubtedly the brightest one.

In the first month of his return to Nandu, the professor frantically wrote two academic papers on quantum physics and on the substitution of sixty-four bits for the decimal system.

The two papers shook the entire domestic academic community. For a moment, Zhao Weiguo's name was used to compare himself with the most talented scientists of the twentieth century.

After the completion of the two papers, Zhao Weiguo did not sleep, and immediately turned around to conduct materials science research and dark energy research. This crazy old man actually exhausted most of the researchers who were three times as much as the other labs. If it weren't for the fact that the research on dark energy was stuck, even the rest of the night yesterday would probably be a luxury.

Of course, the so-called rest is nothing more than changing research from the lab to the bed. Zhao Weiguo still didn't sleep last night, and read a book all night.

The assistant researcher glanced at the book in Zhao Weiguo's hand again, and his heart still didn't want to believe it. "The History of Chinese Mythology..."The professor watched this all night last night?

Suddenly, the researcher, surnamed Wang, remembered a topic that had been talked about from time to time. "The end of theology is science, and the end of science is theology..."

The assistant researcher admires Zhao Weiguo very much, a new scientific research report every day, a super-advanced research result in three days, and a cross-era academic paper in seven days. In his heart, if there was really anyone who could step into the realm of God from scientific research, he would almost not hesitate to think that it was Zhao Weiguo.

Suddenly, the book in Zhao Weiguo's hand slipped down, he was too sleepy. The assistant researcher reacted quickly and quickly picked up the book from the ground. "History of Chinese Mythology... There is also a Chinese fable..."

The researcher had just made up for it in the first book, but he couldn't explain it in the second one. As he picked up the book, he glanced at it more. It was a story that was already familiar to his chest - Zhang Heng chiseled the wall to steal the light.

What's even more exaggerated is that every verb on this fable about the process of stealing light has been well marked by Zhao Weiguo with a pen.

Then I saw Professor Zhao's broken notebook, and the latest page was full of words - chiseling the wall and stealing the light. "The professor really hasn't done any new research, so why is the professor still reporting the results today?"

In the researcher's stunned state, Zhao Weiguo stumbled up from his seat, and his eyes never opened. After taking the book, he staggered to the podium.

The first time he came on stage, he put a small baby box aside. Many scientists have speculated about what kind of black technology is contained in the box. Only the assistant researcher knew that it was actually a broken military ear vein.

After putting the box, Zhao Weiguo picked up the whiteboard marker, and the moment he lifted the pen. His eyes opened, and he walked in front of many scientific giants, writing a few big words on the whiteboard - chiseling the wall and stealing the light.

"I think many people have heard the story of stealing the light from the wall, but today my surname is Zhao, and I have to tell it again. In our ancient times, there was a young man named Zhang Heng, who liked to read very much. But at night there is no light, so I can't see it. And he noticed that there was a light next door, so he used a chisel to open a hole in the wall. The light next door shines on, so Zhang Heng can read..."

Zhao Weiguo's level of storytelling is very bad, and the occasion for storytelling is not good.

Just when the assistant researcher thought that the professor had insomnia, Zhao Weiguo on the stage changed his tone. "Professors, what I'm going to say today is that our current understanding of dark matter is like a book in the night. What it writes and what it contains, we don't know. If we can't figure out the true nature of dark energy, we won't be able to develop a real weapon to restrain the alien beasts.

And how does the dark energy understand him, what we need is a beam of light, a beam of light stolen from a neighbor after chiseling through the wall..."

Someone below asked, "Who is our neighbor..."

Zhao Weiguo replied: "Alien beasts, high-level alien beasts that are approaching us..."

Zhao Weiguo's remarks caused a heated discussion below, these top scientists. Naturally, it is clear that Zhao Weiguo is not untargeted. The set of things he said is theoretically feasible, as for doubts? Under the existing scientific and technological conditions, even the data on Zhao Weiguo's suspicions cannot be calculated.

Below was enthusiastic, and Zhao Weiguo began to write formulas on the whiteboard. The formula is in duplicate, one decimal and one sixty-four.

When Zhao Weiguo finished writing the ceremony and was ready to participate in the discussion. There was a noise from the black box he had placed on the table.

Zhao Weiguo rushed to the table like crazy, opened the black box, and put it in his ear to decode the result: "Fifty-four." The old man's two lines of tears flew on the spot.

"My best student, still alive."