Chapter 61 The Genius’s Decision

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Lynn slept in a daze in the position of the table and chairs, and when he woke up, his back felt a little sore. The interrogation room located in the underground facility was completely gone, and his watch was also searched by the American soldiers, so he had to infer the time by intuition. As intruders, they were taken to this American base in the desert in the second half of the night, so they could not infer whether the top physicists were in this base from the time the US officials left.

The American soldier on duty at the door changed his post but did not bring any food or water to Lynn. Although the atmosphere was a bit strange and depressing, Lynn was still waiting patiently. In the afternoon, the beautiful *** officer who looked a bit like Winston, the commander of the brothers company, appeared again. After the iron gate opened, he stood at the door and looked at Lynn: "Come with me!"

The calm tone made Lynn guess a rough idea, but a blank expression appeared on his face. He stood up and walked out slightly staggered. The officer took out a black cloth belt, covered his eyes with his own hands, and warned: "This is an exception. Don't use any tricks that you think you are smart."

Lin En nodded repeatedly, and then the officer personally helped him along the passage. Although he could not see anything, Lin En clearly realized that this was the way he came in yesterday. He climbed the 12 steps, the sunshine, breeze and heat all proved his basic judgment. The officer let go of his hand and replaced Lin En with two thick arms, one left and one right, and he got on a large truck with a high chassis. The car was very stuffy, and the engine was very loud while driving, and the people next to him didn't speak much. The road was flat, but the route was winding, turning left, right, turning left, and turning right. Although this itinerary was dizzy, Lin En tried his best to exert his grasp of direction and space imagination. He keenly felt that the vehicle was circled around a large area, that is, the target person was still within this base.

After wandering in the desert for three or four hours, the car finally stopped. Lynn was caught off the car by the soldiers, then his limbs were weak and his expression was painfully retching, as if he was really a weak young scholar. He performed for several minutes, and felt that he had enough scenes before he could barely stand up. With his eyes still covered in black cloth, he entered a downward passage - 16 steps, and at least changed to a different entrance.

As soon as I entered the ground, the air temperature suddenly dropped a lot. There was a constant sound of iron doors opening and closing along the way, and it felt like I was entering a heavily guarded prison. After turning around for ten minutes, I finally arrived at the place. The black cloth on Linen's eyes was taken away by others. Seeing the light again, what appeared in front of me was a room that was not much bigger than the previous interrogation room. There was a rectangular wooden table in the middle, and a young officer holding a pen to prepare for record was sitting next to the ventilation window. This reminded Linen of the scene of visiting prisons in foreign movies.

The American official, who was somewhat similar to the company commander of the brothers, stood at the other end of the table without surprise, with a large blackboard behind him. Lynn guessed that he had not gotten in the car before. In this way, the base was indeed the one he found on a hot air balloon. The Americans just took him out for a long walk just to confuse the situation.

After a few minutes, the sound of gentle footsteps came from the passage. Lin Neng stared at the iron gate with curiosity. The soldiers on duty opened it. Then he walked in with a little old man. He had sparse hair, as thin as a drug addict for the whole year. He was wearing a white coat, a shirt and tie, and holding Lin Neng's notes in his hand. While reading, he was completely immersed in his mind. It was not until he sat down at the table that he turned his eyes to Lin Neng.

This is Robert Oppenheimer, the main leader and technical director of the Manhattan Project, the father of the United States, and the number one target of this trip? Lynn was a little surprised. He no longer remembers how this low-key but crucial character looked like in the historical pictures he saw back then, but he felt that this guy had no aura of a leader.

"Oh, sorry!"

The young old man put his handwriting on the table, then put one hand in his pocket and the other hand in his pipe, and said to Lynn in fluent and standard English: "Are you the exchange scholar from La Plata National University? What's the name?"

"Carter Home!" Lynn responded with a happy expression, "Are you Dr. Oppenheimer?"

The old man ignored it, but continued to ask, "I heard that you came here bravely with another young man yesterday in a hot air balloon?"

The other party's reaction was enough to make Lynn confirm his true identity. In order to gain sympathy, he turned from joy to apologize and grievance: "I know it is really abrupt to do this, and even faces military accusations and imprisonment, but I really have no better way. As the son of a German Jew, I devoted myself to studying molecular physics at La Plata State University. This time I came to the United States by my mentor with scientific research problems. The whole world knows that you are a top expert in molecular physics, and I believe that only you can solve these problems."

"I heard them tell you that you are a student of Dr. Harguxi, but this name... I'm sorry, I can't remember it for a moment." The old man said here, and Linn couldn't help but worry. Dr. Harguxi did exist, but he was just an elderly professor of physics at La Plata National University. He had no special research conclusions in molecular physics. However, before Linn could explain, the old man changed his tone: "I briefly looked at your notes, which were completely in line with the framework analysis of existing theories, so I don't quite understand... what is the problem you are talking about."

Lin Neng is not good at exploring the profound molecular physics theory. At this point, he had to identify the principle of nuclear fusion in reverse dismantling: "A heavy nucleus changes to a light nucleus will release a huge amount of energy, which has been verified in the laboratory. However, in the theoretical formula, a light nucleus changes to a heavy nucleus will also produce such an effect. We have always doubted whether there is a certain calculation error."

These theoretical things can make the beautiful officials next to him confused, but in front of a cutting-edge expert like Oppenheimer, he got up and walked to the blackboard, picked up a chalk brush and listed three lines of formula on it, and the top line was excerpted by Lynn from the scientific research books and magazines he bought.

"This is our molecular evolutionary promotion method. Can you understand it?"

It would be strange if you could understand it. Lin En stared at the blackboard with a blank expression, not remembering, not remembering. After thinking for a while, he nodded suddenly: "These are completely correct in theory."

Once he entered the research mode, the old man no longer paid attention to Lin Neng's expression. He took out the style of the university class, stroked it under the formula with chalk, and explained a theoretical analysis that made Lin Neng completely dizzy. What's even more painful is that Lin Neng had to pretend to listen with relish.

The poor thing was not just Lynn. The young officer sitting next to him was naturally not an expert in molecular physics. He stared blankly at the formula on the blackboard that looked like a heavenly book, and the pen in his hand had long stopped there at a loss.

"Actually, these formulas are included in Dr. Edward Teller's paper... Oh, sorry!" The old man patted his head, "That paper has not been published publicly. No wonder everyone is still troubled by conventional problems. I should really ask Dr. Teller to teach you a lesson, but he is very busy now and seems to have no time to take a shower for many days."

"It's okay, Doctor, what you just said has given me a crucial inspiration. Here I have finally seen the true level of contemporary physics development, and in Argentina, in our school, we are like a group of indigenous people, who are still troubled by such a simple problem."

After saying these flattering words, Lin En was afraid that the old man would turn around and ask himself the content of the formula, and quickly asked: "We all know that in theory, the former molecular fission pattern can be artificially controlled, and is there such a possibility for the latter's completely opposite pattern?"

"Fission" is a word that Lin En saw in his scientific research papers. At this time, there seems to be no such thing as "fusion", so he had to use "completely opposite".

Thinking suddenly jumped from the formula to the pattern. The old man held his pipe in his mouth and thought for a while: "From the current perspective, these molecular changes with huge energy should be able to be artificially controlled in a specific environment. However... our research on the latter model is still in a very superficial stage. Do you have more mature research and insights?"

Lynn wanted to stop when he saw it, but he was worried that the problem would be solved simply, and his motivation for coming here would be suspected by the American side. So he nodded, got up and walked to the blackboard - in the process, the officer sitting and the person who looked a little like Winston, all looked at him with great vigilance.

Walking to the old man, Lin Neng truly realized how thin and fragile he was. He seemed to be able to kill him without much effort, or take him as a hostage like he was raiding the Soviet battlefield command in Berlin. However, even if Oppenheimer was removed, the US atomic bomb project would still proceed smoothly at this stage. From a longer-term perspective, Lin Neng resisted the impulse in his heart, calmly picked up the chalk, and wrote two of the most famous and simplest nuclear fusion formulas in the corner of the blackboard - which appeared in high school physics textbooks and also appeared in the college entrance examination science comprehensive examination papers.

21h+31h→42he+10n

21h+21h→31he+11h+4 mev

After writing, turning around, looking at the old man looking at the blackboard in a flash, Lin En didn't know whether to thank the funny physics teacher back then or to strictly and seriously take the exam. At this moment, he felt that he was not fighting alone, but represented the millions of students who have been studying hard for ten years, especially science students like him.
Chapter completed!