"It's a very complex spectral formula."

The young scholar continued to speak.

"And this formula starts reasoning from the underlying logic"

After a pause, his tone took on a little strangeness.

"But I don't know if it's my delusion, I think there seems to be something wrong with the formula written by Peng Lao."

Wrong?

Just after the young scholar's words fell, everyone present showed disapproval.

Some people said that Peng Lao is a giant in the medical field, and it is normal to have some unclear things about mathematics and physics.

"Peng Lao has devoted his life to medicine, and it is naturally impossible for him to be as proficient in mathematics as a professional."

An older cryptographer shook his head, his tone tinged with respect for Mr. Peng and disapproval for the younger scholar.

The young scholar, however, disagreed, shaking his head firmly, saying that Peng's record did not seem to be "ignorant" of mathematics.

"I don't think so, Peng Lao's formulas, although I also felt that something was wrong at first, but after careful analysis, I found that these mistakes did not seem to be unintentional, but intentional."

The young scholar's voice exudes confidence and determination.

His words attracted the attention of everyone present, especially Jiang Xiao, whose eyes flashed with a hint of curiosity and expectation.

"You mean, Peng Lao deliberately left a mistake in the formula?" Jiang Xiao couldn't help but ask.

The young scholar nodded, and there was a hint of excitement in his eyes.

"Yes, and these mistakes seem to lead us to discover some hidden information. Some of the different formula analysis even made it clear to me, a doctor of mathematics, that it was enough to prove that Peng Lao's research in the field of mathematics was thorough enough. ”

These words rekindled the hope of the trio, who were already a little depressed.

If Peng Lao really made achievements in mathematics, then these formulas he left behind may be the key to solving the mystery.

"So what do we do now?" B2 asked impatiently.

The young scholar pondered for a moment, then replied.

"We need to revisit these formulas and interpret them as a kind of code to see what Peng Lao is trying to tell us."

Immediately, they began to revisit those records, trying to discover the true intentions of Peng Lao.

Young scholars take the lead, and other experts also use their own expertise to devote themselves to intensive research.

Time passed bit by bit in the intense analysis and scrutiny, and the atmosphere in the monitoring room became more and more tense.

Everyone knows that they may be standing on the threshold of uncovering the truth of all this, and the formula left by Peng Lao is the key that opens the door to the truth.

As the research deepened, the brows of young scholars became more and more tightened.

He flipped through the sheets of paper, each symbol being scrutinized over and over again.

Finally, after an in-depth analysis, he looked up, his face more serious than ever.

"These formulas. More and more, I feel that they are more than just ordinary math problems. ”

There was a sense of foreboding in the young scholar's voice.

"I need to conduct experiments with a state-of-the-art spectroscopy machine to verify my hypothesis."

B2 and the middle-aged uncle glanced at each other, and they could both sense the sense of urgency in the young scholar's words.

At this critical juncture, any slight clue can be the key to solving the mystery.

"This matter cannot be delayed."

B2 made a decision immediately, his voice with unquestionable authority.

"I'll arrange for it to start the spectroscopy machine experiment right away."

With a hint of gratitude on the young scholar's face, he nodded, and then quickly gathered up his materials and prepared for the next step.

Jiang Xiao had a headache when he saw it, to be precise, he couldn't understand it at all, so he went back to the room to make up for sleep.

Soon after, a series of applications and approvals were quickly completed, and the state-level spectrometer was urgently deployed to the laboratory.

The young scholar and several specialists, accompanied by B2, entered the laboratory and began their experiments.

The spectroscopy machine is activated, and the beams are precisely scanning the operation of the foundation under the control of the machine.

The young scholar stared nervously at the data on the screen, his fingers tapping on the keyboard, typing in various parameters and instructions.

As the experiment deepened, the data began to become clearer.

The young scholar's face became more and more solemn, as if he had discovered something important.

"Not good, according to these formulas given by Peng Lao. They seem to point to an extremely dangerous frequency range. ”

The young scholar's voice trembled.

"If we inadvertently trigger this frequency, it can trigger unpredictable consequences."

"But why? We didn't see any problems with these formulas before? ”

B2 frowned, and he immediately gave the order to terminate all experimental operations.

"What's wrong? Something went wrong? B2 asked the young scholar.

The latter nodded, his eyes revealing a hint of confusion, and the pen in his hand unconsciously circled on the paper.

"Yes, according to the formula given by Peng Lao, the data is indeed a little abnormal, I have checked it many times, but I just can't find the problem."

The young scholar's voice was helpless, and fine beads of sweat were already oozing from his forehead.

"This frequency range is too sensitive, and if our assumptions are wrong, the consequences will be dire."

He continued to explain, the pen in his hand spinning faster with his anxiety.

B2 stood aside, the expression on his face becoming grim.

He knew that being able to come to this base was enough to prove that this young scholar was the best mathematical genius in this field.

Or it can be said that his status in the world of mathematics is equivalent to that of a doctor who died just two days ago.

All geniuses among geniuses!

If even he can't do anything, the situation is really not optimistic.

The young scholar suddenly stopped the pen in his hand, and his gaze became determined.

"I thought I needed to consult my mentor, who was far more knowledgeable than I was in this field and might be able to spot details that we had overlooked."

There was a hint of respect and anticipation in his voice, as well as a hint of frustration at his powerlessness.

The corners of B2's eyes twitched slightly, and he knew in his heart that such a decision meant that they would have to report back to their superiors again and ask for additional support.

In particular, I want to invite a giant in the scientific world, an old antique!

Too many national weapons have been damaged, and the dissatisfaction above is like rolling thunder.

Inviting out this reclusive old scholar again is undoubtedly another great risk.

But.

At this time, he has no choice at all.

can only be pushed by this invisible force.

"Do you know what happens if your teacher is exposed to this kind of thing?"

(End of chapter)