Chapter 1156: Professor Abel's notes

Facts have proved that Lu Zhou's hunch was correct.
I didn't know what was going crazy, Molina really came downstairs to his hotel.
Everyone came, and Lu Zhou couldn't resist it, so he had to take her to the bar on the second floor of the hotel.
Not the same as ordinary bars. This five-star hotel's own bar is not so much a bar as a restaurant, and the service target is also more business-oriented, so it not only looks more modern and elegant in decoration. The music in the bar is also based on piano music, violin and saxophone.
Of course, the wines that are usually served in bars are also served here, although many are not written on the menu.
Lu Zhou ordered a bacon burger, a glass of German dark beer, and then watched the guy order a bunch of colorful cocktails. Without saying a word, he poured himself a glass after glass.
Finally couldn't stand it, Lu Zhou couldn't help but persuade him.
"Drink less. Drinking can hurt your brain."
I do n’t know how to drink like this, let alone order a bunch of colorful cocktails.
"I invite you."
"It's not a question of who asks who ... While you insist, I won't object."
Molina: "Why is that?"
Lu Zhou: "You look like this and make me think you want to be wrong with me."
The cup in hand was frowning, while Molina was drinking, frowning, her head said a little unconsciously.
"... what is wrong with the plot?"
It's over, it seems late.
This less intelligent Yazi, most of whom is drinking, is about to get up.
Lu Zhou sighed.
"... Nothing, when I didn't say."
With a sip of the "sunrise" in the cup, Molina's eyes became confused.
Staring at the bar for a long time, she said with a side to the landing boat.
"I only knew today ..."
Taking a bite of the burger, Lu Zhou asked casually.
"what do you know?"
After a long silence, there was a struggle in her confused eyes, and Molina sighed suddenly, put the cup back on the table, and gave up.
"... Nothing, when I said nothing."
Lu Zhou: "... ????"
Why are you teasing me?
Unexplained, Molina took a handbag from the side and placed it heavily on the table.
"These things are for you."
Lu Zhou: "... what is this?"
"The things passed down by the ancestors are mainly Professor Abel's notes. By the way, there are a few pages of traces drawn by ballpoint pens ... I accidentally got them up when I was a kid. You don't care."
I do n’t know why, when it comes to "ancestral biography", Molina almost gritted her teeth and squeezed the sentence out of her teeth, so that Lu Zhou wasn't sure if she was drunk or not. Such a decision.
Looking at the handbag on the table, Lu Zhou said hesitantly.
"... Is such an important thing really good for me?"
A sip of the cocktail suffocated, and Molina put the empty glass on the table without a picture, and said blankly.
"It's okay, I don't need them anymore ... anyway, it's all messy stuff."
Looking at the determined expression on Molina's face, Lu Zhou was silent for a while, and finally sighed.
"... then keep these things for me temporarily, if you plan to return, send me a message, don't be embarrassed."
"Don't worry, there will never be that day, seeing these things will only upset me ... I go to the bathroom."
Speaking, she drank the last glass of wine in a clean sip, and Molina supported the table with her hands, and stood up staggeringly.
However, before her knees were straightened, Lu Zhou saw her two legs kick forward, and the uncle who stood up sat back.
There was a bang on the table, and she didn't hear her crying. The whole person fell straight on the table, unconscious, and looked at Lu Zhou by the side.
Is this a broken piece?
Although it was expected, it was too sudden.
Looking at the unconscious Morina, Lu Zhou's expression was speechless.
Say yes, please drink me?
Why did it finally become my treat.
"... forget it, for the sake of this gift, this wine is my best."
Sighing at the handbag on the table, Lu Zhou reached out and pressed the bell on the table, calling the waiter aside.
Although everything in the hotel can be included in the room rate, he is not the kind of person who loves to take advantage of the public, not to mention that little money, he insists on swiping the card to buy the order.
Looking at Molina lying on the table, the waiter smiled thoughtfully.
"Sir, do you need to check in for this lady?"
Wiping his mouth with a napkin, Lu Zhou said casually, "Well, trouble you."
"Good sir."
At this moment, Lu Zhou suddenly noticed the ambiguous smile on the waiter's face, and immediately responded, and continued to cough.
"I mean, help her open another room ... Also, please help me find two ladies and throw her in."
Realizing that he had misunderstood, the waiter's face immediately apologized, and said in a sorry tone.
"Okay, sir."
...
After boarding tens of thousands of kilometers, Lu Zhou originally planned to go to bed earlier, but a large glass of beer and a hamburger made him unable to sleep at all.
Lying in bed tossing around for a long time without feeling a little sleepy, Lu Zhou simply did not sleep, took out the notes in the handbag, and turned over with interest.
The content of the notes is rather confusing, and is not so much a research note as a diary with a mix of mathematical drafts and inspiration.
Although he also has the habit of recording his inspirations, he is still a little different from Professor Abel. At least he will never mix academic matters with trivial matters in life.
However, this Abel professor seems to be more casual. Not only does he like to intersperse his perceptions of poverty and life in academic content, he also seems to be quite concerned about the situation in the Mediterranean and the Western tooth extraction movement.
This reminds him of an old friend, Professor Tao, who teaches at the University of California, and in this regard, they are really very similar. It's just that one is written in a diary and the other is written on a personal blog.
For example, when Lu Zhou turned to one of the diaries, the previous page said that Professor Abel had stolen his wallet and cursed the thief while riding the train, and the next page turned into an unforeseen one. Thoughts on the proposition that "general algebraic equations above four degrees have no general form of algebraic solution" ~ EbookFREE.me ~ This proposition seems to be almost taken for granted now, but at that time it was equivalent to today The proposition of the millennium puzzle level, which has a history much longer than Riemann's conjecture, has existed and haunted the mathematical community for two and a half centuries.
By the way, this proposition was solved by him in 1824, and judging from the time on the footer of the diary, he wrote it at the end of 1823.
As for the Riemann conjecture ...
Dr. Riemann, who proposed it two years later, was born in a small town in the Kingdom of Hanover, and it would take another twenty years before he switched from studying theology and philosophy to mathematics.
In fact, mathematics in the nineteenth century was very backward compared to now.
Even a genius like Abel, because of the limitations of the times, cannot say that there are any amazing discoveries left on the notes, and Lu Zhou has no hope in this.
However, although it is impossible to discover new mathematical theorems or propositions, as a great man of the age, his mathematical ideas are worth digging.
Maybe you can find something interesting.
And Lu Zhou was also curious, what did the short-lived genius study at the end of his life.
Turning to the next page, but at this moment, Lu Zhou suddenly pinched the index finger and thumb of the footer.
"……this is."
It was a sketch. I didn't know if it was drawn with charcoal or pencil.
"Stone steles" like obelisks stood on the ground, and the endless wilderness continued to stretch towards the vague edge ...
When he saw the painting, Lu Zhou's pupils suddenly contracted.
this painting!
He has seen it before!
Although it is not in the form of painting ...