Chapter 2： Prequel 02 ┃ Ignorance Zhuang Li (1/2)

Faced with such a rare face full of mystery and oriental style, the female anchor's belly full of vitriol was forgotten.

She couldn't help but have a crush on this young man, and just as the sneer at the corner of her mouth melted a little, she heard the other person say something quite unbelievable.

"What did you say?" She asked in a shrill voice after being stunned for a while.

Contrary to her sluggish response, the audience in the live broadcast room had long since scolded:

【Fuck! How dare he insult Dr. John! 】

[He should be burned to death! He is a heretic! 】

[The court shouldn't have let him go because he was a minor! This time we must send him to jail! Life imprisonment, never release! 】

[No no no, we should throw him into the nuclear pollution zone and let him taste the taste of his body being slowly eroded by nuclear radiation! 】

[Dr. John adopted him and gave him the best education, but he avenged his revenge, he is not worthy of being a person at all! 】

[Yellow pig, inferior, go to die...]

Such vicious remarks instantly occupied the dialog box of the live broadcast room.

Zhuang Li provoked everyone's hatred with just a few words, but he didn't care about it. He just glanced at the live broadcast room and said casually, "Come in."

He took the lead in walking into the dimly lit room, not paying too much attention to the two people standing at the door, nor was he worried that they would turn around and leave.

The female anchor walked in aggressively with her fist clenched, and the photographer followed with a tight face, with uncontrollable anger in her eyes.

The pictures in the live broadcast room began to switch with the footsteps of the two.

Dilapidated hallways, dark corridors, and mottled walls are all displayed on the screen. The federal commander General Ford, who was sitting in front of the computer and watching the live broadcast, mocked: "Without your care, his life is very sad!"

He was in a splendid villa at this time, outside the villa was a sky tinged with golden sunlight and a green bamboo forest. The night wind blew through the top of the forest, bringing a soft sound of brushing and pulling, like the gentle whispers of nature.

To be able to plant such a vast forest on Mars, where resources are scarce, can imagine how high social status the owner of the villa has.

"After searching for so long, it turns out that he has been hiding under my nose." A deep voice sighed slowly.

General Ford personally poured a glass of red wine and handed it over, and whispered to persuade: "This time you can't be soft-hearted. If you forgive him again and again, it will only make him worse. To deal with such a bottomless person, let him often What it's like to be in jail."

"Look at it again, after all, it's the child I raised with my own hands." A well-jointed hand raised a wine glass to his lips, but couldn't drink it for a long time.

There is no doubt that this middle-aged man who has completely lost his interest in tasting wine is Dr. John.

He is a pure North American with a very tall stature. His blond hair has already turned silver-white due to years of hard work, and his handsome face has been engraved with traces of vicissitudes of life.

But his eyes are very firm, and he is staring at the holographic screen for a moment, trying to find out what kind of life his adopted son has lived in the past ten years.

Seeing his slightly concerned expression, General Ford sighed involuntarily.

"You can't indulge him this time. We must arrest Zhuang Li! He must pay for what he did. You are the hope of all mankind, and you should not be slandered!" General Ford reiterated own position.

Dr. John said the same thing: "Let's see what he wants to say first."

The two looked at the holographic screen together, and at the same time, the constantly shaking picture had stabilized.

Zhuang Li walked into a spacious laboratory made of silver-white metal and filled with various unnamed instruments, and said, "Please take a seat."

He points to two metal chairs in the corner.

The female anchor and cameraman stood still, their faces full of anger and alertness.

Zhuang Li pressed a red button on the console.

The hostess and the photographer quickly backed away, and after reacting, they hurried forward and asked, "What are you doing?"

However, nothing abnormal happened in the laboratory, as if the red button indicating danger had no effect.

The hostess and the photographer let out a long sigh of relief, then looked at each other with a sarcastic expression - look, this lunatic is playing tricks again! He really loves acting.

Zhuang Li didn't care about their views and attitudes towards him, and pressed the green button next to him. This time, there was finally movement in the laboratory.

The metal wall above the head slowly opened, and several projectors stretched out, using their respective light to synthesize a fiery red holographic image.

The female anchor and the photographer took a closer look and exclaimed, "This is the sun!"

That's right, the red star in the picture is the sun that humans depend on for a living. It is emitting light and heat continuously, and the bright light stings the eyes of all who look directly at it.

But the strange thing is that this high-temperature star, which was once unapproachable by anyone, has now been alternately wrapped in five or six metal rings, like a ruby ​​hidden in a hollow pendant.

These metal bands around the sun are the legendary Dyson spheres. They are connected by a block of energy plates, and then continuously absorb the energy radiated from the sun and transmit it back to Mars.

The audience in the live broadcast room is no stranger to this great project that has changed the destiny of all mankind, and they were already in awe at the moment they saw it:

【It's a Dyson Sphere! 】

【gorgeous! 】

【This is the hope of all mankind! 】

"No, this is a disaster for all mankind." Zhuang Li stared at the barrage on the holographic screen and said coldly.

"I warn you not to talk nonsense, or I will tear your mouth apart!" The female anchor's sharp voice stung the audience's eardrums, but everyone applauded her.

Even General Ford, who has always been serious and serious, said with a chuckle: "This blonde girl has a good sense of justice."

Dr. John stared at Zhuang Li and did not answer.

Zhuang Li stretched out his pale and slender fingertips and drew in the air: "Why do I say this project is a disaster? Because the four-dimensional theory that Poincaré Johann stole from me is incomplete."

A blank holographic screen appeared in front of Zhuang Li, and his fingertips moved quickly on the screen, depicting one by one profound and complex mathematical symbols.

No one could understand the meaning of these symbols, and the overwhelming abuse and condemnation continued.

But these noisy and malicious voices did not affect Zhuang Li's thoughts in the slightest.

He said quickly and clearly: "Why do I say this theory is incomplete? Because I was only fourteen years old at the time, and my understanding of the universe was not profound."

Hearing this, General Ford, who was sitting on the other end of the camera, smiled sarcastically: "He actually said that your theory is incomplete, and that your understanding of the universe is not profound. What a fearless ignorant!"