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    Zhiqiu has seen some weird things, but what he saw before him was the strangest.

    He blinked his eyes again and again, wondering if he was hallucinating.  There was a round room in front of him, and he stared at it with wide eyes.  There were actually people inside the house, floating as if they were weightless.  There were three people in total. One of them waved his hand and did a somersault in mid-air.

    ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? ? Zhiqiu thought.  I have arrived in the West.

    The floor inside the house is a mesh grille, like a huge barbed wire fence, and underneath is the metal shell of a huge propeller.

    "Free fall tube" Chen Luoyu stopped and waited for him and said, "This is indoor skydiving. It is to relieve pressure. This is a vertical wind tunnel."

    Zhiqiu looked at it dumbfounded.  One of the super fat women who fell down freely was doing tricks towards the window.  She was shaken by the airflow, but she still grinned and quickly made a thumbs-up gesture to Zhiqiu.  Zhiqiu smiled weakly and returned the same gesture.

    The big woman, Zhiqiu noticed, was the only one wearing what looked like a small parachute.  The bulging braid around her body made her look like a toy.  "What is her little parachute for?" Zhiqiu asked Chen Luoyu.

    "This thing may not even exceed one meter in diameter."

    "Friction," Chen Luoyu said, "can reduce her air resistance, allowing the fan to lift her up." He drove the electric wheelchair to continue walking along the corridor.  "One square meter of air resistance can slow down a body's falling speed by 20 percent."

    Zhiqiu Shuran nodded.

    He never imagined that at those times that night, in a country thousands of miles away, this message would actually save his life.

    When Chen Luoyu and Zhiqiu came out from the back of the main complex of the institute and walked into the harsh sunshine of Nepal, Zhiqiu felt as if he had been sent home.

    A lush grassy Jianpo suddenly drops into an open quadrangular lowland dotted with clusters of sugar maples, surrounded by a red brick park and connected by paths.  Scholar-like people holding stacks of books hurried in and out of each building.

    "This is our dormitory building." Chen Luoyu explained over and over again while accelerating his electric wheelchair along the path towards the buildings.  "We have more than 3,000 physicists here. The institute alone employs more than half of the world's smartest physicists on the planet - those from Germany, those from island countries, some from Italy, and the Dutch. You are  That's what it's called.

    Our physicists here represent more than 500 universities around the world and more than 60 nationalities.  "

    Zhiqiu was surprised when he heard this.  "So how do they communicate?"

    ¡°Of course it¡¯s in English. It¡¯s the universal language in science.¡±

    Zhiqiu has always heard people say that mathematics is the universal language in the field of science, but he is too lazy to argue with Chen Luoyu.  He followed Chen Luoyu obediently and walked forward along the path.

    When they were about to reach the lowland, a young man jogged past them. The T-shirt he was wearing had these words printed on it: Without universal theory, there is no honor.

    Zhiqiu looked at the man behind him and asked with some confusion: "General theory?"

    "It's the theory of universal unity." Chen Luoyu laughed.  "It's a theory of everything in the world."

    "I understand." Zhiqiu said, but in fact he didn't understand at all.

    "Are you familiar with particle physics, Zhiqiu?"

    Zhiqiu shrugged and said, "I'm familiar with ordinary physics - free fall, and stuff like that." He had deep respect for the theory of gravitational acceleration.  ¡°Particle physics is all about theories about atoms, right?¡±

    Chen Luoyu shook his head and said: "Atoms are as big as planets compared to what we study here. Our interest is to study the nuclei,

    It is only ten thousandths the size of the whole.  "He coughed again, as if he was ill. "The male and female scholars at the institute are here to find answers to questions that humans have been discussing throughout history.  Where do we come from?  What are we made of?  "

    "Will such an answer be produced in a physics laboratory?"

    "It seems you are a little surprised."

    "I'm a little surprised. These problems seem to be mental problems."

    "Zhiqiu, all problems were once spiritual. Since the beginning of the Hongmeng, spirituality and religion have been used to fill the gaps that science cannot understand. The rising and setting of the sun were once attributed to the sun god Helios and  A chariot with fire. Earthquakes and tides???Attributed to the wrath of Poseidon.  Today, science has proven that these gods are false.  Before long, all gods will be proven to be false.  At present, science has provided answers to almost every question raised by mankind, leaving only a few questions, and these questions are all profound and difficult to solve.  Where do we come from?  What are we doing here?  What is the meaning of life and the universe?  "

    Zhiqiu was surprised.  ¡°So these are the questions the institute aims to answer?¡±

    "Correction. These are the questions we are answering."

    The two of them walked twisting and turning in the quadrilateral residential area, and Zhiqiu fell into silence.  They were walking when a flying saucer glided over their heads and landed right in front of them.

    Chen Luo Yuhao ignored him and drove the electric wheelchair forward.

    A shout came from the opposite side of the quadrilateral.  "Excuse me!"

    Zhiqiu went out according to his reputation.  A gray-haired elder wearing a loose long-collared sleeveless sports shirt was waving to him.  Zhiqiu leaned over to pick up the flying saucer and threw it back professionally. The old man reached out to catch it, flicked it on his finger a few times, and then threw it to his companion.  "Thank you!" he shouted to Zhiqiu in French.

    "Bless you." Chen Luoyu said when Zhiqiu finally caught up.  "You were playing Frisbee with a Nobel Prize winner."

    Zhiqiu nodded.  My lucky day.

    It took Zhiqiu and Chen Luoyu another three minutes to reach their destination, a huge and well-maintained dormitory building nestled among big-toothed poplar trees.  Compared with other dormitory buildings, the structure of this building seems a bit luxurious. There are a few words engraved on the stone tablet in front: Building C.

    "The name of the building is rich in imagination," Zhiqiu thought.

    Although the name is boring, the architectural style of Building C caught Zhiqiu's attention - it is conservative and steady.  The front of the building is made of red bricks, with ornate railings and is surrounded by neatly trimmed walls.  Symmetrical fences.  As they walked along an upward-sloping stone path toward the entrance, they passed a gate composed of a pair of marble pillars. Someone put a label on one of the pillars.  (To be continued.

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