The false disappearance of all human beings, I, who built the spaceship, was broadcast live

No, they are hungry for answers to the unknown!

After the discussion was over, Jiang Ye gave the answer. After that, life or death, who would care about him except Longguo?

As for Long Guo, if he had this ability, he wouldn't let the show run.

Princeton Institute for Advanced Mathematics.

Faltings, as everyone knows, is watching the live broadcast at the moment, while writing lines of calculations on the blackboard with chalk.

From the perspective of the assistant on the side, he had never seen the professor's expression so solemn and focused as he had never seen before.

The next moment, Faltings' right hand holding the chalk suddenly stopped.

Looking at the live broadcast, he frowned and looked puzzled.

Using the Stirling expression of the Γ(s) function is indeed a very clever method, which can save a lot of unnecessary trouble.

However, he transformed Re(s)=1-c/ln[|Im(s)|+2], but still cannot change the fact that there is no non-trivial zero point in the right area.

The professor's sudden stop of writing caused the assistant on the side to hold his breath nervously.

Could it be that the young man on the screen is wrong?

Because this is not a report meeting, Faltings cannot raise his hand to ask questions at the scene.

Faced with inner doubts, he had no choice but to pay attention to the live broadcast room in real time, hoping that the young people on the screen could answer them.

If you can't, you can only wait for him to come out and ask him for advice.

In the classroom on the screen.

The chalk in Jiang Ye's hand danced rhythmically under the sound of brush strokes.

He had no idea that thousands of people were watching the current discussion, and countless eyes were focused on him.

But he knew that in the face of a new intelligent civilization, it is necessary to be more detailed.

【ζ（s）=2^s·π^（s-1）sin（πs/2）Γ（1-s）ζ（1-s）......】

Jiang Ye said while writing: "To fully understand the core discussion part, I must start with the most basic part, or in other words, the tool part of the whole paper."

"Hyperelliptic Curve Analysis!"

Jiang Ye was concentrating on writing on the blackboard. At this moment, he was completely immersed in the world of numbers and operators, completely forgetting external objects and himself.

The chalk condensed on the blackboard is like a rising torch, illuminating a door that has not been opened for more than [-] centuries!

And outside.

Fields Medal winner and Chinese mathematician Terence Tao saw this part of the content, and saw that the enthusiasm had turned into excitement, and he opened and closed his lips softly.

"That's it! That's it, that's it..."

Only the same kind can appreciate the same kind, and only the same kind can feel the empathy from the same kind, especially when this kind of people are not recognized by the society in which they live, the recognition generated by the sense of honor is particularly strong.

Tao Zhexuan is also a talented player, and he has been wearing a halo of genius since he was a child, so he has been paying attention to Jiang Ye.

Like him is Schultz, a genius mathematician from the Iron Will Country.

Schultz's eyes were fixed on the blackboard, and he said to himself: "A tool for classifying topological spaces can be related to the number of solutions of algebraic varieties on finite fields! Algebraic geometry is really incredible. .”

===Chapter 37 Throughout the ages!For thousands of years, a great cause that no one has accomplished (kneeling for all kinds of support) ===

In conjunction with the above explanation, Jiang Ye wrote a line of calculations like sonorous and powerful notes, flowing out from the sharp brush strokes, like a river formed by thousands of streams, playing a silent but touching symphony, into the heart of every mathematician.

Gradually, a smile appeared on the corner of Jiang Ye's mouth.

This time.

It's finally time to wrap up!

After a while, he put the chalk back on the podium, faced the camera, and said the closing words just like the previous conjectures and discussions had ended.

"The above is my entire argumentation process."

"Through the theory of hyperelliptic curve analysis, I proved the Riemann Hypothesis."

"Next, I will start the last one, discussing the proof process of the Poincaré conjecture."

Princeton Institute for Advanced Mathematics.

Professor Faltings, whose eyes were completely attracted by the calculations on the blackboard, suddenly shrank a little at this moment.

"...introduces the Plancherel formula to the Heisenberg group."

"And... étale cohomology!"

"...No, it's not the same...Is it called hyperelliptic curve analysis? I see..."

Suddenly, an illusion appeared in his eyes.

For a moment, the back view on the screen overlapped with the stalwart back view in his memory.

On the side, the assistant saw the professor's expression, and saw that the young man started the last conjecture in the live broadcast room.

Recalling that friends from the media asked me to do things before.

"Please be sure to ask the professor in time whether Jiang Ye's discussion of the Riemann conjecture is correct, and then give me the exclusive news as soon as possible, and I will transfer 100 bitcoins to your wallet later."

The assistant took a deep breath, and then came to the professor uncontrollably.

"Professor Faltings, is he right?"

After asking the exit, I waited for a while, but the professor didn't respond.

Just when the assistant was debating whether to ask again.

Faltings finally responded: "He is right, there is no problem, Riemann guessed, he solved it!"

The assistant was startled, "Then I posted the conclusion on Twitter?"

"Ah."

The professor was still looking at the blackboard thinking deeply, and the assistant quietly left the room.

The tweet can be delayed by half an hour, after all, the professor's Twitter is taken care of by him.

But the exclusive news is urgent.