Vol 10 Chapter 1799: Qin Luo Report Code

Could it be that Qin Luo opened his mouth with that letter?
To be honest, Richard would not believe it.
Judgments based.?
Hearing Richard's words, Qin Luo's face suddenly burst into a bright smile.
"Please look at a picture..."
Qin Luo pressed the button and another black hole photo appeared on the screen.
Unlike the previous photo, in the photo at the moment, the orange light is almost swallowed up.
"All I'm doing are smart people. I think everyone has already discovered the difference in the photos." Qin Luo said with a smile on his face, looking around.
"You can see that the light of perseverance has almost been swallowed up, and even the space has been distorted..."
In fact, without Qin Luo's explanation, everyone can see that the black hole in this photo is obviously much larger than the previous one.
Looking at the pictures on the screen, Richard almost didn't spit out a mouthful of blood.
He finally caught a breakthrough and just prepared to attack, but before waiting for two seconds, Qin Luo directly sealed it to death!
Mmp, I really want to curse!
Of course, Richard couldn't scold him when he wanted to return.
He has already deducted points once, and if he is being deducted once, the Nobel Prize in Physics will really miss him.
Gritting his teeth, Richard pressed his anger to the bottom of his heart.
On the stage, Qin Luo's performance did not end.
After releasing this photo, Qin Luo's eyes turned to Bob Dylan again...
"Chairman Bob..."
"Needless to say, I understand." Before Qin Luo could finish speaking, Bob Dylan waved his hand to the staff on the side: "Go, bring Professor Qin a white board over!"
"Understand!" The staff member responded and turned and left.
Soon the staff carried a white board and placed it in front of Qin Luo.
Qin Luo: "Me! @#%……"
I don't know why, Qin Luo suddenly felt like he was guessed.
This special mother, can you still play well?
Gritting his teeth, Qin Luo looked straight at Bob Dylan: "Chairman Bob, how did you know that I wanted a whiteboard?"
Yes, he is curious, why did Bob Dylan guess what he meant before he spoke?
"Qin Luo reports the second article of the code, the whiteboard must be used..." Bob Dylan said with a smile.
Qin Luo: "Qin Luo Reporting Code? What is this? Why does it sound so unreliable?"
For some reason, Qin Luo suddenly had an ominous premonition in his heart. He had a foreboding that his code of conduct might have been figured out by "some people".
Do you want to change it?
Thinking about it, Qin Luo nodded solemnly.
He felt that it was time to make a change. Of course, not now. After all, it is indeed time to make a change.
"Thank you..." After thanking him, Qin Luo turned around to write on the whiteboard with a marker.
Ten minutes later, the entire whiteboard was filled with dozens of lines of formulas.
Use formulas to prove black hole information theory?
Seeing this scene, everyone was instantly dumbfounded.
This guy, is there such a fun?
When Qin Luo started writing, they had already thought of the possible script in their minds.
But they never thought that Qin Luo would choose to use a series of companies to prove it!