Chapter 1159: Where the Pope was buried

The origin of the sketch in Professor Abel's notes became a mystery.
It can be seen in the later part of the note that the scholar seems to have entrusted everything to the gods and completely abandoned the search for this clue.
Combined with the background of the times, this is actually understandable.
Although Lu Zhou himself is an atheist, this does not prevent him from understanding Professor Abel's mentality.
It is the commonality of human civilization to entrust the unknowable mystery to a powerful existence.
Actually, why isn't he himself? Assuming that the system comes from a "higher civilization" or "future person", it may not be much smarter than placing this assumption on the "spirit of the universe".
Anyway, none of these three have reliable scientific evidence to prove that they do exist, don't they?
In short, I do n’t know if Abel has got rid of that ridiculous dream or took the initiative to choose not to think about it anymore. The latter part of the note has completely become a reflection on the century ’s difficult problem of
one-level fifth-order equation without algebraic general solution
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Later, even without notes, Lu Zhou knew it.
The Professor Abel achieved great success in 1824, and successively completed a series of mathematical achievements such as the "Abel Theorem".
It was just that these achievements did not improve his life, and did not even attract the attention of the Parisian mathematics community at that time.
Eventually in the spring of 1829, he was debilitated and died in the home of his fiancee. The subsequent records of some of his deeds are mostly from the anthology published by his teacher Professor Holm ten years later.
The world depicted in that sketch is as if it had never appeared in history.
All clues about it were interrupted on that oil painting ...
Standing at the gate of the courtyard, looking at Lu Zhou coming out of the room, Molina lowered her arms and asked.
"Where are you going to shop next? I can stay with you until the afternoon."
Lu Zhou: "Just go here."
Molina raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.
"Is that enough?"
Lu Zhou smiled and nodded.
"Well, I stayed all night last night, and I have to make a trip tomorrow, and I should go back to rest."
After bidding farewell to Molina, Lu Zhou got into Wang Peng's car and returned to his hotel.
Rested all day.
Early the next morning, a long black car from the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs stopped at the door of the hotel and picked up Lu Zhou.
The small town of Omites they are going to is located in the south of France, not far from Paris. If you plan to return on the same day, the sooner you leave, the better.
Before getting on the car, Lu Zhou originally thought that it was almost enough to arrange a bodyguard and tour guide for the French Ministry of Foreign Affairs, but he did not expect to be accompanied by the director of the French Ministry of Science and Technology's Giacobino.
In short, this position is probably equivalent to the Deputy Department of Basic Science Research in the Ministry of Science and Technology of China.
Lu Zhou is not particularly aware of such things as the administrative level. Even today, he did not quite understand what level the chief designer and consultant of the Lunar Orbital Construction Committee is, but before he set off, he listened to the man who came to France with him. The old man said that the director Giacbino who came to pick him up should be on the same level as Xiao Li.
Among the old population, Lu Zhou estimated that he should be referring to Director Li.
Anyway, the level is not low anyway.
Apart from the polite greetings before getting on the bus, there was not much communication along the way.
Lu Zhou, who brought a book to the car with him, also seemed to have no interest in chatting at all, but quietly flipped through the book in his hand, which made the owner of Giacbino who hopes to have a good relationship with the Chinese academic "Taidou" Feeling quite tricky.
He glanced at the time on his watch and saw that the time was running out. He gave the driver a look to slow him down a bit, and then looked at Lu Zhou, who was sitting opposite him, talking with a smile.
"..." Harvest and Seed ", an interesting name, is it poetry?"
Turning around a page, Lu Zhou said in a relaxed tone.
"Strictly autobiography."
autobiography?
After searching the intestines for a long time without thinking, Giacobino hesitated for a moment and continued to ask.
"What is its author?"
"Professor Grothendieck, in which year did I not know ... need I read it to you?"
Giacobino smiled and said good-naturedly.
"There are not many opportunities to listen to Academician Lu."
Lu Zhou smiled faintly as he looked at the smiling Giacino.
He knew what the flattery behind the smile was.
But despite seeing this, he is not too low in EQ to face to face.
After clearing his throat, he used a smooth tone to excerpt from his favorite passage.
"... Every science, when we do not use it as a tool of ability and dominance, but as an adventure of knowledge that we humans have strived for generations, we can get a pure harmony from it. This harmony is more or less huge and rich from one period to another. And in different times and centuries, they show us different themes, and that subtle and delicate correspondence ... As if from the void. "
As if from the void ...
Lu Zhou read this sentence twice, the first time was in French, and the second time was a translation based on his own understanding. I always felt that every time I read it, I could feel the meaning.
What exactly is void?
He has been thinking about this problem.
However, for Giacbino, it is a little more difficult to feel the sympathy of Lu Zhou's heart. And in contrast, he was more surprised by Lu Zhou's French.
The two people used to communicate in English before, so that he didn't know that Professor Lu's French was so fluent.
"... you are fluent in French. When did you learn it? Was it during your time at CERN?"
Lu Zhou shook his head slightly.
"Like last month."
Giacbino: "...?"
To be precise, it should have been at the end of last month when he decided to come to France to start learning.
Of course, there is no need to say this sentence, otherwise Lu Zhou is not sure if his jaw will fall on his knee.
Looking at the stunned expression on Director Giacbino's face, Lu Zhou smiled lightly, and did not manage him anymore, but continued to look at the autobiography in his hand.
When the topic of the two people could not continue, the driver sitting in the front row said it very time.
"We have arrived."
...
The church of St. Lizie is located in the small town of Omites. It is not a famous tourist attraction. It is just a small church where locals will worship.
Standing at the door of the church, looking at the land boat that came down from the car, the old priest with dim eyes recognized his face and stepped forward to say.
"You're here, I almost died from you."
Looking at the wrinkled old priest, Lu Zhou gave a slight hesitation, a little embarrassed smile.
"Sorry to trouble you."
"What about that letter?"
The old envelope was taken out of his arms, and Lu Zhou handed it to the priest.
After opening the letter, he hurriedly glanced, confirming that it was Professor Grothendieck's handwriting. The old priest returned the letter to Lu Zhou's hands, and said in a murmur.
"Professor Grothendieck pleaded with me during his lifetime, and he must hand over his notes to you. I thought he could fulfill his wish eight years ago. I did not expect to wait from seventy-two to eighty."
"... I'm really sorry."
The old priest snorted politely, and continued his voice hoarsely.
"You do n’t have to apologize to me. Even if you do n’t come to lose it, it ’s not me. The person who really put the pigeons on you is lying in the ground. If you feel embarrassed, go and tell him. Do you need a bunch of flowers? As long as ten euros No matter what you do, the dead will forgive you. "
Lu Zhou was about to pay, but after turning around for a long time, he only pulled out a credit card, and the director Giacbino standing next to him caught the embarrassment on his face, his eyes quickly pulled out his wallet, and his face was serious He looked at the old priest and said.
"Please give me two! Professor Grothendieck is a great scholar. His departure is a loss to the world and to the French people. And we have always owed him an apology ..."
Born in a time of war, Professor Grothendieck has been a radical pacifist during his lifetime. It was for this reason that he and the then Paris Institute of Advanced Studies had a serious disagreement and conflict over the question "whether mathematics should be used for war purposes", which eventually led him to live in a small village in the south of France. life……
These are some old memories.
Looking at Giacobino with a heavy expression "as if", the old man hummed with his nose and threw a meaningful sentence with a smile.
"If you really think so, you won't be here today eight years later."
After speaking, he did not care about the embarrassing expression on the face of the director Giacbino ~ EbookFREE.me ~ turned to the back door of the church, reached out and pushed the wooden door to the cemetery open.
"Come in, several distinguished guests. His tombstone is the second from the left in the third row."
Lu Zhou nodded and walked towards the wooden door.
But just passing the door, the old priest suddenly reached out his hand and pulled Lu Zhou's arm.
"Wait a minute, this is for you."
Then, he handed out a note from his hand.
Taking the slightly yellowed notebook from the old priest, Lu Zhou carefully opened the title page in his hand.
"Is this Professor Grothendieck's note?"
To be honest, there is only such a thing, which somewhat surprised Lu Zhou.
The old priest: "There are others, but he said that this book is the most important, so I put it in the church. I can't understand the above, but according to him, it is a mathematical problem that has not been solved."
"He has always wanted to find someone to help him. He used to be Deligne, and also considered a Germanic named Schultz, but he hated the Germanic and thought he was too young ... just don't know why, At the end of his life, he chose you who you never met. "
Feeling the heavy sense of history on this note, Lu Zhou did not read it for the time being, but took it into his arms and looked at the old man solemnly.
"Thank you for keeping me safe for so long."
For this thank you, the old priest snorted with a nasal sound, still politely and arrogantly.
"You're welcome, you are a rich man. If you want to thank me, you might as well donate some money to me. This church has not been renovated for fifty years."
Lu Zhou froze, then nodded with a smile.
"no problem."
Compared to those complicated mathematical problems.
This matter alone is a trivial matter to him.