A genius student? Ha, they're nothing but ants at your feet!

Two days later, on the banks of the Charles River in Boston.

The modern tempered glass curtain wall of the Media Lab E14 building looked particularly cold under the dim daylight.

A somber atmosphere filled the spacious conference room.

Whenever the biting river wind slammed against the glass curtain wall with a dull thud, the researchers present would involuntarily shrink their shoulders in surprise.

People were filled with anxiety, and everyone was staring intently at the clock.

Is there still no movement inside?

In the silence, a dry, hoarse voice broke the stillness.

Lisa slumped unceremoniously in her chair, anxiously biting her right thumb nail.

Ellie stared intently at the laptop screen in front of her, let out a long sigh, her eyes bloodshot and her expression listless.

"Ping test shows that the network is working."

However, there were absolutely no log traces of code being submitted to the backbone server during those 48 hours.

It seems he had locked himself in that room and cut off all data interaction with external systems.

No code submissions?

This means either they're still writing, or... they've completely failed?

"My God...you mean, he locked himself inside for a full forty-eight hours?!"

Everyone gasped, their voices filled with worry.

Ellie nodded heavily: "Yes. For a full forty-eight hours, without sleep or rest, and without any distress signals."

"actually......."

Jason, who had been sitting silently in the corner, suddenly spoke up.

"Around 3 a.m. yesterday, I was really worried, so I secretly went to take a look outside that house."

The light through the crack in the door... had never been turned off.

As I walked down that deathly silent corridor, I swore…

Jason swallowed hard.

I could vaguely see the shadows projected onto the blinds...

He paced back and forth in front of the blackboard like a tireless madman, never stopping for a moment!

Tick.

Tick.

The clock on the wall pounded relentlessly.

The final deadline for "forced system rollback if no results are delivered" is rapidly approaching, second by second.

Allen paced restlessly around the conference table. He suddenly pulled out his phone to check the time, then slumped back into his pocket.

His face looked extremely pale.

The meeting room was deathly silent.

Dozens of core researchers and project team members representing the highest level in this field.

Dozens of eyes were all fixed on Allen.

It's like waiting for the judge to issue the final death sentence.

"Damn it. I can't just sit here like an idiot and wait anymore."

Allen gritted his teeth.

"I need to go there myself to confirm, even if he's dead inside, I need to have some definite information!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Allen pushed back his chair and strode into the conference room.

He walked straight to the end of the corridor, towards Su Hao's private office, which represented his last hope.

Even if it means witnessing a destruction.

He had to see it for himself!

His movement caused the researchers in the conference room, who had been impatiently waiting, to rise from their seats like a tidal wave.

They followed Allen in a large group, surging toward the closed door.

Hey.

Hey.

Hey.

Then came a cacophony of hurried, disorderly footsteps.

Allen was walking at the very front.

He walked very fast, the hem of his heavy khaki trench coat billowing with his hurried steps, brushing impatiently against his trousers and making a rustling sound as the fabric rubbed against each other.

Behind him, the core researchers didn't dare to utter a sound.

Everyone was on edge, holding their breath as they followed behind Allen.

At the end of the corridor was a wall that seemed to separate the two dimensions.

Allen suddenly stopped in his tracks.

A metal nameplate gleaming with a cold light suddenly came into everyone's view.

[Room 2-148. Chief Researcher – Su Hao.]

Allen stiffly pulled out his work badge and placed it on the sensor area.

drop--

With an electronic beep, the heavy access door opened and slowly swung open inwards.

Allen tiptoed, even holding his breath, and carefully stepped into the quiet room.

"Um?"

As soon as he stepped inside, Allen let out a muffled groan, his brain briefly going blank for a second.

The dimly lit laboratory, without the main lights on, was as dark as a haunted house.

As soon as they entered, everyone was taken aback.

Allen had originally imagined that this place would be filled with the roar of cooling fans or the frantic pounding of keyboards.

Yet, in this dim and desolate space, a melodious piano tune flowed out in a completely incongruous manner.

It was so elegant, like being at a high-end cocktail party, that it created an extremely strange contrast with the high-tech laboratory in front of it.

The sound of the zither was extremely mournful, like weeping and lamenting, echoing repeatedly in the empty space.

It doesn't sound like pure music; it's more like a whisper in the dead of night, precisely striking the most vulnerable chord in the listener's heart.

Each note is like a gentle hand, quietly soothing a weary soul.

pat.

Allen's fingers found the edge of the wall precisely in the darkness, and he pressed the master switch without hesitation.

In an instant, the blinding, cold white fluorescent light shone brightly!

The astonishing scene inside the room was laid bare before everyone's eyes!

"Holy shit!" Jason shuddered and almost knelt down on the spot.

"Ah..." Ellie covered her mouth tightly with both hands, her gasp choked back.

"Good heavens, what the hell is this thing...?"

The researchers behind them immediately collapsed, leaning against the door frame and screaming in pain.

No one can answer this question.

Everyone was like a wooden stake struck by lightning.

They stared in disbelief at their surroundings, their eyes reflecting a fanatical scene that defied explanation by common sense.

It's everywhere!

A massive set of equations, occupying three entire walls of the laboratory, exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, crashing towards their visual nerves like a tsunami!

There are no extra text annotations.

Only the purest numbers, Greek letters, and operators.

The mathematical formulas, densely covered with white chalk, completely filled every inch of the blackboard, leaving not even a single punctuation mark!

Tensor analysis, multiple integrals, and nonlinear partial differential equations.

Extremely complex lines and symbols are tightly intertwined and interlocked with Greek symbols that resemble scribbles.

Like thousands of rivers converging into the sea, a grand algorithm architecture was constructed on a huge, dry blackboard!

"That's...that's amazing."

Allen felt his vocal cords trembling, his worldview crumbling, and a chill running down his spine.

Each set of formulas is like a precise loop, radiating outwards with unparalleled logical beauty.

In his eyes, the formulas covering the wall didn't seem like a language that humans could write!

The chalk writing on the wall seemed to breathe, like a living entity with independent consciousness, undergoing an endless self-evolution on the blackboard!