Trisolarans: Trisolarans with the hard steel of the earth

Make him an effectively half-blind man.

But in this way, the existence of the three extraterrestrials was completely exposed.On the contrary, it is possible for Lin Lang to deduce useful information in reverse.

It seems that the Trisolarans chose the safer option of holding back.

"I don't understand. Is there any place in human beings that deserves the attention or special action of that kind of higher life?"

Ding Yi shook her head: "They may only regard us as ants on the side of the road, and they won't even look at us. I think you may be worrying unnecessarily."

"Maybe." Lin Lang explained, "But I'm a doomsdayist."

The so-called doomsdayists are crisisists who believe that the end of the world will come and firmly believe that human beings will be destroyed.

There are many doomsdayists in Western countries who store a large amount of survival materials in the basement of their homes, and may even move to facilities that can resist nuclear radiation.

Lin Lang is a doomsdayist, which in itself is not surprising.

But his way of avoiding the doomsday is... quite novel.

Since the earth will be destroyed, wouldn't it be good to abandon the earth?

"So you're going to build your own 'Noah's Ark'?"

"Dr. Ding Yi, pay attention to the layout." Lin Lang shook his head: "It's not mine, but all human beings."

The so-called construction of a starship is just a cover, his purpose is to overthrow the Trisolaran Galaxy Fleet, what's the use of just a spaceship?

So what if there are thousands of starships for humans in the original book?Wasn't it solved by a drop of water?

Just saying this to them is still a bit shocking. Anyway, the research of the front-end technology is actually almost synchronized with the development of the spacecraft, so this explanation is not harmful.

If you see the map, you have to wait for the map to be spread out.

"Since you have already said it, then we will follow suit. You are the boss anyway." Ding Yi didn't care, he was also very interested in spaceships capable of interstellar navigation.

"It's just that, have you ever thought that with the power of you, me and her, maybe when we are all in our seventies and eighties, the spaceship will not even have a wheel?"

"It's not something you can solve with money."

"Of course I'm not a fool." Lin Lang chuckled, "When the time comes, you'll know why I'm sure."

For no reason, Yang Dong had a feeling that Lin Lang really had a plan in mind.

Maybe he can really develop a spaceship in a very short period of time.

……

"Doctor, are you really all right?"

"Don't worry, you have floaters. Myopia patients basically have it. It doesn't affect your life. I'll give you some vitamins. It's possible to absorb them, but there's little hope."

Lin Lang looked at the relaxed look of the ophthalmologist, and asked hesitantly, "Floaters, could it be a pattern?"

"What? Graphics?"

"Yes, it's a number that changes, and now it's...the traditional Chinese character '八'."

The doctor's eyes were a little strange.

That's right, eight.

During this time, he has experienced eight assassinations, large and small.

As small as a flower pot thrown high in the sky, poison in meals.

As big as fights, car accidents, fires...

There was even one time when an ETO member blatantly fired a gun under the guise of a loud firecracker from a wedding car on the road...

Fortunately, Lin Lang was saved every time by Uncle Zhang's subconscious vigilance and the swarm of nano bugs.

Gradually, the look in the eyes of Uncle Zhang, the bodyguard, and him was not quite right when they went out.

Why is something wrong? Every time I come out with Mr. Xiaolin, I feel more dangerous than going to the battlefield back then...

"President Xiao Lin, I think you should call more bodyguards..."

Finally, after the eighth "accident", Uncle Zhang couldn't help but suggest, "What's wrong with you lately?"

"Okay. But my eyes are not feeling well, let's go to the hospital first."

The reason why I went to the hospital was just to cover up.He didn't really want to let the Trisolaran know that its existence had been exposed so early.

After all, when a normal person sees numbers flashing in front of his eyes, his first thought must be to go to the hospital.

After coming out of the hospital, Lin Lang began to display his acting talent.

He rubbed his eyes "irritably" and pretended to be restless.

"Mr. Lin, didn't the doctor say that there is no need to treat minor ailments."

The little secretary asked with concern: "You are still not feeling well, why don't we change to another hospital..."

"No, I may already know who is playing tricks."

Lin Lang took a deep breath, took out his mobile phone, and dialed Shen Yufei's number:

"What do you guys think?"

"Lin Lang? What are you talking about?"

Shen Yufei was dumbfounded.

In fact, she hadn't heard from Lin Lang for a long time, and thought he had already been dealt with by the lunatics from the Advent Sect...

"The thing about my eyes, is it your fault?"

"I don't know why." Shen Yufei frowned and was about to hang up the phone.

"and many more!"

Lin Lang said, "I tried to play the three-body game you gave me."

"The purpose of this game is to solve the three-body problem, right?"

Shen Yufei's breath stopped, Lin Lang had already learned the ultimate purpose of the three-body game in such a short time?Didn't you really guess?

"Don't you want to know the solution to the three-body problem?"

With a bang, Shen Yufei's heart seemed to be hit hard.

She is the core figure of the "Salvation Faction" in the ETO organization, hoping to solve the three-body problem, predict the law of the chaotic era, and get an accurate perpetual calendar.

To help them "lord" out of the sea of ​​suffering.

The reason why she thinks this way is entirely because her understanding of the Three-Body Civilization is too poor.

How could Trisolaran, whose technology is far superior to human beings, fall behind in mathematics?

How could the Trisolarans have not tried the algorithms that humans can think of?

I have to say that Shen Yufei in the original book is like a martyr.

A martyr who expected to save his Lord.

And now, the martyrs see hope.

"You... what did you say?"

Her lips and teeth began to tremble slightly, without the calmness and indifference of the past: "Do you... know the solution to the three-body problem?"

The math genius she found, Wei Cheng, is working day and night to help her calculate the three-body problem, but it is still a beginning, and the result is still far away.

How long has Lin Lang been in contact?

No, it's not possible.

This is a scam.

But even so, she was still unwilling to give up her misty hope.

"Want to know?"

Lin Lang's voice was like a devil, full of temptation.

"I'll give you an address. Come to me tonight...but only by you."

Chapter 19 You Are Really Crazy

The moon is like a solitary lamp, hanging high in the sky.

Shen Yufei got out of the car and stood on the desolate field ridge.

The only source of noise faded away as the taxi receded.

This is where Lin Lang asked her to come at night.

A wasteland.

"..." Her complexion was not very good-looking, and she felt as if she had been tricked.

Suddenly, dazzling headlights lit up in the distance, and they were gradually approaching.

"Dr. Shen, get in the car."

Lin Lang got out of the car and pulled the car door for her very "gentlemanly".

"Lin Lang, what exactly do you want to do?"

Shen Yufei got into the car, and before she could say a few words, she was shocked by what Lin Lang handed over.

This scum actually handed over a blindfold!

A flush of embarrassment appeared on Shen Yufei's smooth face, and she said coldly, "You tricked me out with the three-body problem, and that's why?"

"It's a pity that I thought you were a genius at the beginning!"

"puff……"

Sitting in the driver's seat, Uncle Zhang's face was flushed, but he couldn't help laughing.

With a dark face, Lin Lang looked down at the blindfold in his hand, thinking that it wasn't a special style...

"Shen Yufei, are you thinking too much?"

He threw it over angrily: "Put it on yourself, and I'll take you somewhere."