Reborn in 1950: Shorting the Federal Reserve at the Start

In the interrogation room, a 100-watt incandescent light bulb hung in mid-air, emitting a slight buzzing sound, and its pale light shone directly on Wang Ergou's (original name Lin Shuwen) face.

He was handcuffed to an iron interrogation chair. Although his wig was gone and his bald head was covered in oil and sweat, he was now striking a pose of "ready to die".

He clenched his teeth, his eyelids drooping, displaying an attitude of utter indifference.

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you!"

Wang Ergou was going all out; he had a clear plan in mind. He had received special training from the Bureau of Investigation and Statistics and knew the Communist Party's policies. As long as he didn't speak up, they couldn't do anything to him. At most, he would go to jail, and if he could endure that, he might have a chance to get out.

Don't bother, I won't say anything.

He even glanced defiantly at Chen Weiguo, who stood in the shadows, and sneered, "Battalion Commander Chen, is it? Bring up all your torture devices, including the tiger bench and chili water. If I even flinch, I'm your son!"

Chen Weiguo crossed his arms and looked at this shameless scoundrel with a strange look of sympathy on his face.

"The tiger bench? Pepper spray?"

Chen Weiguo shook his head, his eyes looking at a pitiful wretch about to enter hell. "You wish. Our director said that's the way of barbarians. Our Shenzhou Bureau values ​​persuading people with virtue and reason."

"What does that mean?" Wang Ergou's heart skipped a beat, and he had a bad feeling.

Just then, the iron gate was pushed open.

Shen Jinghong walked in.

He carried neither a whip nor a branding iron. He held an enamel mug in his hand, had several books tucked under his arm, and was followed by two guards.

The most outrageous thing was that the two guards were carrying a huge blackboard, so big that it almost couldn't fit through the door.

"Thump!"

The blackboard fell to the ground, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Shen Jinghong placed the teacup on the table, slowly rolled up his sleeves, picked up a brand-new box of chalk, and gave Wang Ergou that signature, chillingly refined smile.

"Good evening, Wang."

"I heard you're pretty tough, don't want to confess?"

Shen Jinghong tapped the blackboard, making a crisp sound. "It's okay, if you don't want to talk about it, then don't. We won't talk about intelligence tonight, we'll talk about something elegant, something scientific."

"What...what are you going to do?"

Wang Ergou looked at the dark board and instinctively shrank back. If he were given two lashes, he could grit his teeth and endure it, but this posture looked eerie no matter how you looked at it.

"Class is in session."

Shen Jinghong turned around and wrote several large characters on the blackboard, his strokes vigorous and powerful:

**[Quantum Mechanics and the Uncertainty Principle of Microscopic Particles]**

"Didn't you claim to be a Cambridge PhD? Even if it's fake, everyone has to have a thirst for knowledge, right?"

Shen Jinghong turned around, adjusted his glasses, and looked like the strictest professor on a university lecture platform:

"Tonight, let's start with Schrödinger's cat. Wang Ergou, do you consider yourself alive or dead right now?"

"Are you crazy?! I won't listen! I won't listen!" Wang Ergou struggled frantically, the handcuffs clanging against the iron chair.

"Quiet!"

Shen Jinghong's face darkened, and he slammed the pointer (actually a wooden stick) hard on the blackboard, startling Wang Ergou.

"No noise during class. Chen Weiguo, keep him focused. This class is very important, and I don't want my students to be distracted."

"Yes!" Chen Weiguo suppressed a laugh, took out a bottle of medicated oil, and applied it directly to Wang Ergou's eyelids.

"Ugh—! It's so spicy!"

Tears streamed down Wang Ergou's face, forcing him to stare wide-eyed at the blackboard.

"Okay, let's begin."

Shen Jinghong ignored his screams and began his performance.

"According to Heisenberg's uncertainty principle, a particle's position and momentum cannot be determined simultaneously. This is similar to your current mindset; do you think that if you don't tell me, I can't find the 'viper's' location?"

"Wrong, completely wrong."

The chalk in Shen Jinghong's hand danced across the blackboard, and lines of complex differential equations and Greek letters that looked like celestial script quickly covered the blackboard like living crawling insects.

"ψ(x, t) = A e^(i(kx - ωt))......"

As Shen Jinghong wrote, she recited the words at an extremely fast pace, filled with a sense of logical pressure:

"We view the entire capital city as a potential well, and the 'Viper' as a particle constrained by a wave function. Based on your previous activity trajectory, that is, the particle's historical path integral, we can construct a probabilistic cloud model."

He suddenly turned around, the tip of the chalk pointing directly at Wang Ergou's nose:

"Look at this Hamiltonian operator! It tells me that as long as I observe you, this 'entangled particle,' which is now being interrogated, the distant 'viper' will undergo wave function collapse!"

Wang Ergou was dumbfounded.

He was genuinely stunned.

How could a rogue spy who didn't even finish junior high school and only knew how to kill, set fires, cheat, and swindle understand these things?

Those formulas were more terrifying than scribbles in his eyes; he recognized every word that Shen Jinghong uttered, but when put together they were like chanting a sutra, and a kind of incantation that could make a person's brain boil.

"I don't understand... I don't understand what you're talking about!"

Wang Ergou felt like countless flies were buzzing around in his head, and his stomach was churning with nausea.

That's a physiological reaction after one's intelligence is subjected to a dimensional reduction attack.

"Don't understand? That's okay, I'll explain it again."

Shen Jinghong erased the blackboard and started writing again, this time writing more densely and speaking faster:

"We introduce Dirac notation, and suppose your loyalty is a Hermitian operator... Are you listening? Look at the blackboard! This is important!"

"When Planck's constant approaches zero, your psychological defenses will exhibit a macroscopic quantum tunneling effect..."

An hour has passed.

Two hours have passed.

Wang Ergou's eyes were bloodshot. He felt as if his skull had been ripped open and Shen Jinghong was pouring cement into his brain with a spoon.

That kind of mental torment is ten thousand times more terrible than physical pain.

He tried to close his eyes, but his eyelids were smeared with Tiger Balm, which stung painfully.

He tried to cover his ears, but his hands were handcuffed, and he couldn't move.

He was forced to listen to those physics terms that sounded like demonic chants and watch those distorted symbols dance before his eyes.

"I can't take it anymore... I feel like throwing up..."

Wang Ergou's face turned deathly pale, he foamed at the mouth, and his whole body convulsed.

"Hang in there, this is just the beginning!"

As Shen Jinghong got more into his story, he even picked up a map of the capital, drew several complex function curves on it, then overlapped them and pointed to one of the intersection points:

"Look, based on the Poisson distribution and Bayes' theorem, the probability that the 'viper' is hiding in this area is 98.7%."

That intersection was none other than a dilapidated temple district in the south of the city!

Wang Ergou glanced at the red circle, and his mental defenses completely collapsed.

This is sorcery!

This is definitely sorcery!

How could he possibly have figured out that hidden stronghold using only arithmetic? This man isn't a scientist, he's a devil!

"Stop reading...please stop reading!"

Wang Ergou broke down in tears, snot and tears streaming down his face. He banged his head against the table repeatedly, yelling, "I'll talk! I'll tell you everything! Just stop lecturing me on physics! I'm illiterate! Just kill me!"

so horrible.

This feeling of being unable to understand yet unable to escape, and the terror of feeling judged by the other party using the language of a higher civilization, drove him to utter despair.

"You can't even handle this?"

Shen Jinghong stopped writing with chalk and glanced at the clock on the wall.

Only three hours.

"The cultural literacy of this generation of spies is really too poor."

He sighed with some regret, picked up his teacup, and took a sip to moisten his throat.

When Wang Ergou saw him stop, he thought the torture was finally over. He slumped into the chair like a dead dog, panting heavily, his eyes unfocused, and muttering unconsciously, "Stop talking... I'll confess... I'll confess..."

"Chen Weiguo, record this."

Shen Jinghong gave a casual instruction.

"Yes!" Chen Weiguo had already prepared paper and pen, looking at his bureau chief as if he were a god. He'd driven this guy insane without even needing torture?

Shen Jinghong put down her teacup.

He looked at the blackboard full of formulas, seemingly still wanting more.

He picked up a piece of chalk again, tossed it in his hand, then turned around, revealing an even brighter smile that only intensified Wang Ergou's despair.

"Since you're willing to recruit, that's a good thing. But I noticed you seemed a bit confused just now; your basic knowledge is too weak."

Shen Jinghong walked up to Wang Ergou, bent down, and stared into his eyes like a devilish drill instructor:

"To prevent you from lying, and to improve your scientific literacy, let's use the remaining time to upgrade the course."

"No...don't..." Wang Ergou's pupils dilated, and his teeth chattered.

"We were talking about the micro level just now, now let's talk about the macro level."

Shen Jinghong turned around and wrote a line of large characters in bold strokes on the blank space of the blackboard:

**[General Relativity and Solutions to Gravitational Field Equations]**

"Come on, Wang, cheer up!"

"Let's continue. How spacetime is curved, and how you... were completely destroyed in this curved spacetime."