sinovels Chapter 145 Resonance
Chapter 145 Resonance
"Hello, Professor Olson."
Su Hao remained neither humble nor arrogant, and bowed slightly in greeting.
Olsen stared at him for a few seconds, a complex expression that seemed to be both crying and laughing tugging at the corners of his withered lips.
He then turned to the side and fully opened the creaking door.
"Come in and talk. You've come all this way, all alone, to this run-down place with such terrible security."
You young geniuses are truly ignorant and fearless.
Su Hao was stunned as soon as he stepped into the house.
The interior furnishings resembled a miniature library that had been ravaged by a tornado.
A mountain of books almost reaching the ceiling, notebooks covered in scribbles, and yellowed copies of papers that look like toilet paper...
It dominated almost the entire tabletop and floor within sight in an extremely domineering manner.
Even finding a place to stand requires careful consideration.
"Sit down," the old man said, pointing to the only empty spot.
Su Hao carefully sat down on a sofa that looked like it might fall apart at any moment.
Sure enough, "creak—", the sofa beneath him immediately let out a painful groan as it could not bear the weight.
goo goo goo...
Olsen staggered out of the ruined kitchen and pulled out a broken electric kettle with a yellowed exterior.
He grabbed a cup and made Su Hao a cup of instant coffee with a brand name that he couldn't even make out.
"Alright, let's talk about it now."
How exactly did you know about this half-dead old man like me, and how did you manage to find your way here?
Olsen sat down opposite Su Hao, his voice deep and rough, like two pieces of sandpaper rubbing together, carrying a kind of awkwardness from not having communicated normally with humans for too long.
Without wasting any words, Su Hao directly opened his backpack.
Like an emotionless card-dealing machine, it took out the papers one by one and neatly stacked them on the wooden box between the two of them, which could barely be called a coffee table.
"A Study on the Zeros and Spectral Statistics of the Riemann zeta Function"
Correlation Analysis between Quantum Chaos and Prime Number Distribution
Chaotic Eigenvalues and Critical Line Hypothesis
On the Mathematical Analysis of the Hilbert-Polya Operator
......
As Su Hao laid out these papers one by one, Olsen's already pale face visibly grew even paler.
When the last paper fell with a "snap," the old man's fingers trembled uncontrollably.
He closed his eyes in pain and let out a long sigh.
"These are all topics that I have been extremely interested in recently and have devoted a lot of energy to researching."
Su Hao calmly gazed at Olsen.
"While researching, I noticed an extremely unusual detail:"
Without exception, the authors of these prestigious papers all cited your work.
Olsen picked up a paper with trembling hands and opened the cover as if caressing his own child.
"Heh...they are all my old buddies from back then, and students I once taught."
The old man's withered lips trembled, his voice filled with a heartbreaking desolation.
"Besides these few fearless individuals, there are other researchers in academia..."
Fearing that including my name would cause the journal to reject the manuscript, they deliberately removed the citations of me from the final draft.
I don't blame them... really.
These days, everyone needs to eat; nobody can do scientific research on an empty stomach, right?
Su Hao remained silent.
He had researched the materials and found that Olson had spent most of his life trying to prove the potential connection between quantum chaotic systems and the Riemann Hypothesis, like a madman.
However, the tides of time are relentless.
In the superficial and utilitarian academic world, his unorthodox theory, which has been slow to produce conclusive evidence...
These ideas, already branded as "academic garbage" by authorities, have been completely discarded.
A crazy old man who produces academic garbage can no longer apply for research funding from any institution, and in the end, he can only wait to die in this dilapidated apartment.
As if his deepest wounds had been touched, Olsen's voice gradually weakened.
He stood up shakily, turned and walked into the even darker inner room.
A short while later, he came out, clutching a cardboard box tightly in his arms.
On the side of the cardboard box, a line of large, angry words was written in black marker:
"R-Flow / Discarded"
Su Hao's pupils suddenly contracted.
He knew what it was.
That must be an extremely grand, insane theory that attempts to forcibly construct the Riemann zeta function as some kind of dynamical system called "Flow"!
And inside this dilapidated box were the discarded drafts and fragmented ideas that Olson had tearfully abandoned during countless days and nights of deliberation because they couldn't be justified.
Olsen opened the box with trembling hands. Inside, it was crammed with severely yellowed scratch paper, dot matrix charts printed from an antique computer, and notebooks with covers so worn that even the threads were coming loose.
At the same time, almost every place where writing could be done and every blank space was densely covered with sticky notes with messy handwriting, like the ramblings of a mental patient.
"Young man, tell me..."
Olsen stared intently at Su Hao, his eyes flashing with the frantic madness of a drowning man grasping at a last straw.
What are your thoughts on the Riemann Hypothesis?
The air seemed to freeze for a moment, and the dust particles lingered in the dim light streaming in from the window.
Looking into the old man's eyes, Su Hao vaguely guessed what the other man wanted to confirm.
It was a spiritual exchange between two generations of explorers, spanning decades.
Without flinching, he looked directly into the old man's eyes and gave the answer he had mulled over a thousand times in his heart:
"Professor, in my derivation system, I have never regarded the non-trivial zeros of the Riemann zeta function as some kind of static algebraic structure."
In my view, it is essentially a 'wave' in motion!
If other top mathematicians were present at this moment, they would definitely want to strangle this arrogant guy because of this statement.
But this was precisely the conclusion Su Hao reached after careful consideration.
The biggest and fatal misconception that has led countless top mathematicians around the world to fail and die before this mountain for the past two centuries lies in:
They rigidly regarded the zeros of the Riemann zeta function as fixed "dead coordinates" on the complex plane!
However, Su Hao and the old man in front of him both believed that:
That wasn't dead at all! It was the afterimage of the moment when the vibrations of the dynamic system, evolving wildly on the complex plane, seemed to cancel each other out and eventually come to a standstill!
Upon hearing Su Hao's answer, Olsen was jolted awake!
This!
This is precisely the ultimate theory he sought to prove to the world, even after being scorned as a madman by his peers throughout his life!
Although he had raised this point in a very few internal academic salons, it resonated with a few old friends in private.
However, when faced with the rigid and inflexible reviewers of mainstream core journals, their papers are always rejected and completely blocked on the grounds that "the results cannot be reproduced and the evidence is seriously insufficient"!
After repeated setbacks, he became disheartened and could only carefully seal all the drafts that were imbued with his life's work in this tattered cardboard box, as if they were burial objects!
boom!
Olsen suddenly swung his withered arm and slammed it hard on the rickety coffee table!
Even the liquid in the coffee cup splashed out.
"Yes! That's exactly right! That's fucking how it should be!"
Olsen's originally rough voice was now shrill and cracked, his eyes bloodshot.
"How could they possibly describe that roaring river surging through the depths of the universe with just a few dry, lifeless static cross-sectional diagrams!"