Chapter15

The problems with the translation are summarized as follows:

"I twisted a strip of paper 180° and glued the ends together to make a "magic paper tape loop".

In general, the paper strips are connected from end to end, and the paper circle has two sides, inside and outside.

The "magic paper ribbon circle" has only one surface.

Let's say you put a bug on it, and the bug can crawl all over the surface without having to cross the edge of the surface.

This is a two-dimensional, single-sided ring-like structure, and the bugs that walk on it will never reach the end.

Is there another space that can also go back and forth, without inside or outside, and endlessly?"

The mysterious man, codenamed "Mr. Spectre", described this extremely complex issue in a long encrypted text in the newspaper.

It can be said to be unheard of in this era, and it is related to the later topology.

The term "topology", as Brando knew it in his last life, has not yet been coined. In 1829, it was still in its infancy, and it is now called situational analysis.

From the academic journals she had read in the past two years, she had determined that the mathematical theories involved in Mr. Ghost's content had not yet been published in this world.

The so-called "magic tape loop" is a topological structure.

In the last life, it was called the "Möbius Ring".

In the 50s of the 19th century, it was independently discovered by the German mathematicians August Morbius and Johann Listeen.

The Möbius ring can be crafted in a three-dimensional world.

Another kind of magical cycle is only a theoretical concept and cannot be presented in three-dimensional space.

It has no difference between interior and exterior and is a non-directional plane. There are no borders, there is no end.

It is the "Kleinsche Flache" that was proposed in the 80s of the 19th century.

Due to a translation error in the naming, Flache (flat) was written as Flasche (bottle), and then it was customary to call it "Klein bottle".

Brando quickly flipped through the bound edition of the Prussian Weekly Anecdotes from cover to cover, the last of which was in June of this year.

After the puzzle was raised, Mr. Spectre did not reappear on the billboard, nor did he find anyone responding to his question.

Is it that no one can crack the secret language of the advertising board, and they don't even understand what the problem is?

Or is there someone who reads the question but falls to the point where the answer is given?

Or was the subsequent communication between the questioner and the respondent transferred to other newspapers?

All three of the above speculations are possible.

Brando looked at the translation in his hand and laughed slowly and silently.

Interesting!

Very interesting!

A seemingly crazy and deranged "crypto advertisement" shows the difference between the two time and space, and even makes her touch the secrets of the chaotic era.

There are theories that the people who discovered it would not necessarily make it public.

Perhaps, one of the proposers has appealed.

But it uses a way that most people can't understand and can't understand, and if no one cracks it, it will eventually become top secret and completely annihilated in time.

Brando rarely didn't rest on time, and immediately walked to his desk in three steps and two steps.

Take the pen and paper, and walk the pen dragon snake.

Brush and brush, write a ciphertext like garbled in one go.

Following the encryption used by Mr. Spectre to ask the question, she answers with the same key, describing the mathematical concept of the "Klein plane".

The text does not name this non-directional plane "Klein bottle", but only "He".

The reason is simple, beware of easily dropping the vest.

Coincidental!

This year, the illustrated edition of The Divine Comedy, which hangs at the end of the bestseller list, is under the pen name "Klein's Bottle".

At the time, Brando used it as a pen name, simply to commemorate the taste of traveling through time.

The theory of the "Klein bottle" has been proposed by human beings, but it cannot be created in the three-dimensional world in which humans live, and can only be realized in the higher four-dimensional world.

A mysterious space beyond the reach of human beings, it has no inside or outside, and it is endless.

This kind of mystery is like the treacherous laws of time and space, and it is also like the invisible hellish experience that must be experienced to be resurrected from the dead.

In this world, who can understand that "Klein's Bottle" is not just a pen name, but also contains multiple meanings?

Unexpectedly, Mr. Ghost posts a riddle-like question.

The answer to it could be precisely the mathematical theory concept of the "Klein bottle".

Such a coincidence, how can you not answer.

Brando had no intention of writing a complete analytical, nor was he interested in presenting this mathematical theory to the public. It's purely a whim, responding to riddles with riddles.

After writing, I saw that the handwriting of the whole answer was too dragon and phoenix, revealing the mood of the answerer.

Brando read the encrypted answer, gently stroking the pocket watch Hume had given him in his pocket. Gradually, he put away his outward excitement and returned to calm.

Put on gloves and take another blank piece of stationery.

The paper is made of the most common letter paper, and it is also deliberately replaced with the most common black ink.

Slowing down, simulating the immature handwriting of a beginner, he copied the content and signed "B".

Obviously, this is done in order to hide your identity.

Brando did not know who Mr. Ghost was, and was not prepared to publish his reply in the advertising column of the Prussian Fun Facts Weekly.

A week later, I went to Cambridgetown, and then I took the time to go to London and publish the encrypted answers on the advertising column of any newspaper.

When a different newspaper responds, will the questioner notice? Even if you see it, can you know who the answerer is?

Let this remote question and answer become a mysterious and unfathomable "mystery".

In this foggy age, respond to another with one encrypted text.

Puzzles and puzzles are difficult mysteries of contemporary science, as are the origins of the questioner and the answerer.

It's not interesting.

Brando picked up the original manuscript paper and lit it with a candle.

The paper turned to ashes. Push open the window and scatter the ashes in the wind.

Outside the window, there is no moon in sight tonight.

The stars twinkled, and they were silent.

The starry sky contains endless puzzles, so the universe has an endless romance.

The same is true of the world.

When a new puzzle is added to the English countryside, only the wind hears the wheel of fortune crunching.

*

*

The sun rises.

The secrets of the night seem to be gone.

Today is Sunday.

There is a holiday for work, a break for school, but everyone still has to get up early. On Sundays, it is customary to go to church.

Brando returned to Longborn for more than three weeks, and gradually recognized all the villagers.

Walking out of the church, she was used to having villagers passing by from time to time to look at her a few more times, and Yu Lian enjoyed the same treatment, which was a special treatment for her good looks.

Brando looked sideways and looked at Yu Lian seriously.

Longbourn's comfortable environment did not damage the new tutor's face, and soothed the melancholy that wrapped around his brow. That's very good and proves that she's not squeezing her employees.

Yu Lian was glanced at from head to toe, not noticing a trace of discomfort. When I realized this, I felt a sense of blockage.

There is no discomfort, it is all due to habituality. For three weeks, he got used to receiving the baptism of the eyes of the junior female students.

The thought of Catherine and Lydia makes it impossible not to feel tightened in the chest.

Tutoring students with their homework is sometimes really not a human job!

For eighteen days, after dinner every weekday, his endurance and intellect were pushing his limits.

One hour after dinner each day, he was in charge of assessing what Catherine and Lydia had learned that day.

Only God knows how he insisted on smiling gently and encouraging them to do it again and again when they got it wrong again and again, never spitting an accent.

Only God knows how he used rhetoric when the two of them germinated and rotten flames again and again, no, he used sincere teaching to extinguish the careful thoughts that the students did not want to learn.

Yu Lian: It's really hard to look back.

Eighteen after-meal counseling sessions allowed him to experience eighteen new types of punishment.

Q: Does Brando have this kind of distress?

A: No!

Yu Lian asked and answered himself, and saw Brando's leisurely stroll, which was really a contrast and a hurt.

He couldn't help but say, "Little Mr. Bennet, you seem to be in a particularly bright mood today. It can simply replace the sun and shine in Longborn. ”

Listening to this tone, there is a bit of yin and yang weirdness.

Brando didn't care, admitting that she was in a better mood than ever, and was silent about the real reason.

"There are interesting things to be found everywhere in life. Don't you look forward to the thought of leaving for the Cambridge New Year Market in seven days? ”

Yu Lian: Cambridge New Year's Market.

Oh no! It's the Cambridge New Year's Market!

Yu Lian seemed to have been triggered, and he couldn't control it, with a hint of grief in his eyes.

"Cambridge Year Market!"

Lydia could be heard exhaling softly from behind.

Catherine and Catherine staggered slowly. Originally, five meters behind Brando and Yu Lian, I couldn't hear what the two people in front of me were saying.

"Cambridge New Year's Market" once caused a conditioned reflex, and the sisters immediately caught the word.

Lydia and Catherine looked at each other, and ran hand in hand.

"Brother!"

Lydia ran to Brando's side, pleading and asking sincerely.

"Mr. Sorel said that as long as we meet our assignments, you will take us with us to Cambridge Town next Sunday. There won't be a change of plans, right? ”

Catherine held her breath and stared at Brando without blinking, lest she hear an ominous answer.

Brando looked to the left at Julien and then at his two sisters to the right.

"Look at the way you look, you are very sensitive to the Cambridge New Year's Market. Among them, is what happened to the story that I don't know? ”

Yu Lian: What kind of story can you have? It's all an accident.

The word ceased to be a big entertainment for him, but became a spell of his new invention.

Not only is the caster sensitive to spells, but so is the caster.

Lydia blurted out to Catherine, "It's a spell!" ”

Brando raised an eyebrow.

Sounds interesting, but please elaborate.

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*

There are not just one or two people who are worried about the Cambridge New Year.

The autumn market is very large, and vendors and performance groups from all over Europe come to participate in it. Some people who would not have shown up were also ready to go.

Pemberley Manor, Derbyshire

Colonel Fitzwilliam happened to be passing by his cousin Darcy's house, stopping by to say hello, and saw Darcy preparing to go away.

"Looks like I'm here just in time, where are you going? It's September, the social season has just ended, and it's time to get work done? ”

Darcy replied briefly, "Go to Cambridgetown." ”

"Cambridge Town?"

Colonel Fitzwilliam remembered for a second, and his eyes widened.

He asked incredulously, "Cambridge Town!" There's also a week before the Stull Bridge Annual Market held every autumn in the town of Cambridge, are you going to attend it?! ”

Darcy nodded.

Fitzwilliam shook his head violently, and even circled around Darcy, trying to find evidence that he had fallen under some kind of spell.

"It can't be! It's impossible! Who had ever said in a disdainful tone, 'The big gatherings were noisy and crowded, and the air was filled with the smell of horse manure, garlic, and spices?' A sensational troupe that performs plays with no artistic value. If you are a gentleman, you will never participate in such an event.'" Now, you're going to a place like this? ”

Darcy was expressionless.

The words were said by my former self.

Colonel Fitzwilliam's expression was serious, but his eyes flashed with curiosity.

"Cousin, cousin! My sober-minded cousin, please tell me, who has such a great charm to make you make an exception? ”

Darcy was silent, not wanting to satisfy his cousin's curiosity.

Colonel Fitzwilliam: "I see, you're letting me guess for myself." I'm guessing it's your new friend, Mr. Charles Bingley, right? Wow! What a touching camaraderie. ”

Darcy remained silent.

Colonel Fitzwilliam didn't care if the other person was out of his voice, and sometimes not speaking was a tacit acquiescence.

He smiled and patted Darcy's arm, "Cousin, I know, it's embarrassing to break what you've said. As a brother, I wish you a smooth journey and have fun. You won't step on horse manure with one foot, you won't be chased by a white goose, and you won't be attacked by a vegetable leaf thrown at you. ”

Darcy took a deep breath. Can this be called a blessing? How does it sound like a curse?

Isn't it the annual market in Cambridge Town, as for such an outrageous exaggeration? He shouldn't have any strange accidents, right?