On the northwest side of Xi'an City, here is the ancient Chang'an Hotel owned by Sisi Society.
Behind the hotel, in a 12-story building, is Sisishe's office in Xi'an, the hotel management, and the internal guest house. They are located in this building.
The seventh floor is Huang Mingzhe's temporary residence, and Wei Feng's room is next to his.
At this time, in the dead of night, he and Wei Feng were still discussing nuclear physics.
Huang Mingzhe put down the pen in his hand and handed a piece of draft paper filled with formulas to Wei Feng, who took it and looked at it.
"Mingzhe, our turbulence model has been completed."
After more than two years of improvement, the plasma turbulence model that the two collaborated on has become very complete, especially after Huang Mingzhe quoted Huang's chaotic topology and Huang's-Hodge theorem.
Moreover, this model has a characteristic of the Huang-Hodge theorem, that is, it can perfectly predict the motion patterns of plasma turbulence within the observation range.
"The model has now been derived by us to around 99.99999%. The next step is to use the tailfield accelerator to verify our model."
"The tailfield accelerator is expected to be completed by early September."
"Madman, did you tell anyone about our model?" Huang Mingzhe suddenly asked.
Wei Feng shook his head: "Of course I didn't."
"Don't mention this matter to others casually, even researchers in the base."
"What's the matter"
"This world is not peaceful." Huang Mingzhe said with narrowed eyes.
In fact, he discovered two abnormal personnel in Dayi Base in the past few days, one was a construction worker and the other was a scientific researcher.
They were hidden very deeply, but in front of Huang Mingzhe, they were like fireflies in the dark, so dazzling.
"You mean..."
"Chen Li and the others are investigating. Anyway, don't trust others casually."
Wei Feng felt a chill in his heart and then nodded.
…
In the dead of night in Xi'an City, inside an inconspicuous bungalow in the northern suburbs of the city, this is the urban-rural fringe.
It was already dark and many people fell asleep early.
The engineering company responsible for the construction of Dayi's scientific research base arranged for some construction workers to live here. They built rows of container houses in an open space.
A middle-aged worker turned over and saw the young man in the next bed playing with his mobile phone: "Xiao Li, you're not sleeping yet."
Xiao Li's hands trembled and he said quickly: "I'll go to sleep later."
"Go to bed early. The project will be completed in the next few days. Don't let things slip at the critical moment."
"Okay, Uncle Zhang."
"Yeah." The middle-aged worker turned over and continued to sleep.
But Xiao Li looked at his phone with twinkling eyes, and sent some numbers to the store through Taotao.com.
However, he didn't know that his mobile phone had been monitored, and his every move was exposed. Following the clues, many people were pulled out of the carrot and brought out of the mud.
the next day.
The sun has just risen above the ground, and the workers in the container house are brushing their teeth and washing their faces, then eating steamed buns and preparing for a new day's work.
Manager Zheng Dingfeng, whose skin was tanned by the sun, frowned and looked at Lao Zhang, Xiao Li and others not far away, and then walked over: "Zhang Zhang, come to my office."
"Uh..." Zhang Li quickly stuffed the steamed buns into his mouth and followed Zheng Dingfeng to the office.
As soon as he entered Zheng Dingfeng's office, Zhang Zhang suddenly became nervous because there were five strangers in the office.
As soon as he stepped into the office, two of the five people guarded the door.
The leader, a middle-aged man with a Chinese character, asked coldly: "How long have you been doing this?"
"Uh... I've been a welder for five years." Zhang Li replied with dry lips and eyes wandering to both sides.
The middle-aged man handed him a document: "Take a look."
Zhang Li's hand trembled slightly as he took the file. As soon as he opened it, his pupils suddenly shrank. Bang! The file in his hand could not be held firmly and fell directly to the ground.
Zheng Dingfeng on the side knew at a glance that this incident was most likely true, and he shook his head in disappointment.
"Come with us!" The middle-aged man waved.
The two staff members directly cut their hands with tension behind their backs, put on shiny silver cuffs, and put on black hoods.
At the same time, similar things were happening elsewhere.
However, the mouse hidden among the scientific researchers seemed very ordinary. After several investigations, no clues were found.
…
On September 2, the four bottom quark detectors of Shenguang Instruments were transported to Xi'an, and the installation work was carried out in an orderly manner.
Huang Mingzhe was looking at the progress of the Dayi tailfield accelerator while handling the affairs of the Thinking Society.
A week later, the Dayi tailfield accelerator was officially completed, and the related debugging work was also completed.
He personally came to the scientific research base, and Wang Yifang, who was directing the work, quickly came over and said: "Mingzhe, if the debugging work goes well, the first trial run can be carried out the day after tomorrow."
"That's good."
Suddenly several researchers came over.
Wang Yifang introduced: "Mingzhe, this is Wang Feihong, Li Yunshan, Zhang Guodong... they all returned from CERN."
Wang Feihong and others quickly greeted Huang Mingzhe. Because Huang Mingzhe was in a hurry every time he came, some people still didn't recognize Huang Mingzhe.
Behind Huang Mingzhe, Zhang Shihe and Chen Li tensed their bodies, secretly preparing for emergencies.
The group of people were talking and laughing, but nothing unusual could be seen. As for what they were thinking in their hearts now, Huang Mingzhe didn't know.
However, due to the feedback from the quantum observation characteristics, the quantum state of one of the people fluctuated to a very abnormal level at this time, but the person did nothing and seemed to be trying hard to maintain his normal state.
Unfortunately, he didn't know that his behavior was too obvious in front of Huang Mingzhe. Even Zhang Shihe and Chen Li, who were secretly observing the other party, noticed some inconsistencies.
Although there is no evidence, sometimes evidence is not needed. Chen Li has already planned to deal with this guy immediately to avoid long nights and nightmares.
…
The setting sun was like blood, and Huang Mingzhe's minibus slowly left Dayi's scientific research base.
Among some researchers who were about to get off work, a figure raised his glasses and looked at the minibus that was getting further away.
These researchers live in nearby towns.
In the vegetable market, Wang Feihong, Li Yunshan and others were selecting some fruits. After buying a bag of fruits, everyone left for the dormitory.
When passing through an unmonitored alleyway, three lines of mobile phone numbers were spray-painted on the wall on one side - fix the leak and fix the toilet: 136 769 413 69, fix the leak and fix the toilet: 156 369 973 99, fix the leak and fix the toilet: 176 446 403 21.
But in that man's glasses, the three lines of numbers turned into 736 269 478 69,254 389 673 19,226 476 953 37, with a G symbol.
But these numbers and symbols are obviously invisible to the naked eye.
…
The middle-aged man with a Chinese character who had captured Zhang Li a few days ago led a team to the researcher's dormitory again.
When they came to the door of the room, one of the thin staff members took out the key, and the others took out their pistols and even opened the safety.
Click! Gently twist the door handle.
The group of people rushed into the room quickly, but the situation at the scene made the middle-aged man's face darken.
The man was sitting on the computer chair with a smile on his face, and his dilated pupils seemed to be mocking their incompetence.
"Captain, he's dead."
The middle-aged man clenched his fists and suppressed his anger: "Search, don't miss every inch."
However, they were disappointed. Except for a pair of glasses soaked in concentrated sulfuric acid, the entire room was not as clean as a place where one person lived.