txolops Chapter 137 Unforgivable Heresy
Chapter 137 Unforgivable Heresy
"That's interesting..."
Su Hao's curiosity was completely ignited.
He immediately activated his self-written web crawler, following the underlying indexing interfaces of several major authoritative academic databases worldwide...
They violently extracted all records of this mysterious scholar named Olson, including every trace he had left on the internet.
However, when the progress bar finished and he saw the search results pop up on the screen, Su Hao was stunned for a moment.
The result can only be described as utterly disastrous.
Apart from a few isolated articles published in extremely old, fringe journals, the area has received virtually no attention in recent years...
The scholar's truly painstaking core arguments were almost entirely buried by the cold algorithms of search engines in a digital graveyard dozens of pages deep, completely ignored by everyone.
Suppressing his doubts, Su Hao opened several of the PDF files that were full of scanning noise.
"Holy crap... these are all unpublished, original manuscripts that haven't passed review?"
Looking at the rough, illegible handwritten documents on the screen, riddled with corrections and completely lacking any formatting, Su Hao's brain only took a moment to process before he instantly grasped the bloody undercurrents behind it all:
These documents, which look like drafts, were all from that long, rigorous, and extremely exclusive review phase...
The paper was rejected on the spot by the editorial departments of those top-tier journals with an extremely biased and arrogant attitude!
Moreover, this guy was definitely infamous back then because the comments in his article were too outrageous...
This led to a direct attack from the entire mainstream academic circle at the time, and the article was completely banned as a "heresy"!
He's practically the Copernicus of modern mathematics!
"What heinous things did this old man do back then?"
When Su Hao, with a mindset of watching the show, merely glanced at a few lines of deductive logic about Olsen, he was struck dumb, so shocked that he almost cried out on the spot!
If he had a glass of water in his hand right now, he would definitely spray it all over the screen without hesitation!
It's a ghost!
This poor researcher, completely exiled by the entire mainstream academic community...
The direction of his speculations about the Riemann Hypothesis that he presented in this tattered manuscript.
It has crossed decades of time and space, and has achieved an astonishingly high degree of similarity with the argument framework that has just sprouted in Su Hao's mind at this moment!
The two people, separated by a vast expanse of time, collided in an extremely bizarre way on the wasteland of truth!
This is like being in a deserted alien ruin and suddenly finding a symbol carved on the wall that is exactly the same as your home Wi-Fi password!
After taking a deep breath to calm down, Su Hao, with his extremely rigorous and almost perverse mathematical aesthetic taste, re-examined the manuscript.
He could immediately tell at a glance what terrible mistake Olson, who could be called a prophet, had made back then, that led to his miserable fall from grace and becoming a marginalized figure in academia, someone that everyone wanted to scorn!
Because it's simply unbearable to look at!
This guy's intuition is undoubtedly amazing, but what about the specific derivation process in the manuscript?
The whole thing is riddled with logical fallacies and jumps in logic!
It is even filled with crude speculations and wild ideas that completely disregard basic principles and are used without any rigorous mathematical definitions, simply by making assumptions out of thin air!
If this were published today, let alone published in a top journal, if this manuscript were given to a university professor for review, it would definitely be torn to pieces and thrown in his face on the spot!
Lacking any rigor, this is an unforgivable heresy in the mathematics community!
Looking at these wildly imaginative yet flawed papers, Su Hao rubbed his temples with a pained expression.
The soul that emanated from between the lines of this manuscript remained in Su Hao's mind:
It's almost like someone casually looking up in the wilderness and excitedly claiming they've seen a seven-colored rainbow in the sky...
Then, the crazy child, recklessly waving a tattered children's insect net, tried to jump into the sky and forcibly put the brilliant rainbow into the net!
Naïve, insane, and tragic!
But madmen and geniuses can sense each other's kindred spirits.
No matter how utterly incompetent the argumentation process of this manuscript may seem, its core brilliance is an undeniable fragment of truth!
He... did see the rainbow after all!
Regardless of how others see it, Su Hao decides:
He wanted to bypass all the formalities and go straight to Professor Olson, who was abandoned by the world, to knock on his door and send him an email!
Without any hesitation, the rapid, torrential tapping of the keyboard abruptly broke the silence of the dormitory in the dead of night.
[Dear Professor Olson:]
Hello. I am a math student from Xia Country.
Recently, while conducting a source investigation on literature related to the Riemann Hypothesis, I came across your series of research manuscripts.
Some of your extreme divergent inferences on the complex plane have a very high degree of mapping fit with a model I am currently building.
If conditions permit, I wonder if I would have the opportunity to engage in an in-depth academic discussion with you?
With the highest respect. Sincerely, Su Hao.
Click send.
Seeing the notification that the email had been successfully delivered, Su Hao breathed a sigh of relief.
He knew all too well that those dry, lifeless formulas left on rough manuscripts were, in the end, nothing more than a bunch of lifeless ink symbols.
They simply cannot contain that kind of intuition that transcends the current dimension and is as vast as the starry sea.
He was so eager that he wanted to climb the internet cable immediately and verify it face-to-face in person:
Those things that remain in Olsen's brain are completely unusable with existing human...
What earth-shattering ultimate truth lies hidden behind those wild conjectures that are accurately translated using such limited mathematical language!
However, as the email showed that it had been successfully sent, Su Hao's feverish mind cooled down a little.
He began to have doubts in his heart:
"The letter has been sent, but... will it really get a response?"
After all, although the other party's email address still has the title of "professor" in the prefix, in this extremely snobbish academic circle, the other party has essentially been forcibly stripped of their academic life long ago.
To his peers, he was just a dead man breathing.
Imagine an eccentric old man who has endured years of cold shoulders and cruel oppression, whose heart is likely twisted and cynical...
On a particularly boring afternoon, I suddenly received an abrupt email from a young student in the Far East.
If you put yourself in their shoes, you'd probably think of it as some kind of low-quality telecom fraud, or some cheap prank sent by an enemy and just delete it.
Su Hao shook his head with a wry smile. He had already prepared for the worst, that the investment would be lost forever, and did not have high hopes for it.
He didn't ask for much; he didn't even need the other person to actually teach him anything. He was just too lonely.
He simply wanted to use this letter to confirm a trivial truth in this desolate and helpless mathematical wilderness:
Has the path I discovered, destined to be fraught with thorns and leading to ultimate truth, ever truly left a ripple in the vast history of mathematics?
And before himself, was there really such a madman of the same kind?
I once held a faint torch, recklessly following this path destined for certain destruction.
I stumbled forward alone in the darkness!