Chapter 584 The Entire World of Ghost Stories Is in Chaos

"This is a very complex spectral formula."

The young scholar continued.

"And this formula is deduced from the underlying logic."

After a pause, his tone was a little strange again.

"But I don't know if it's my illusion, I think there are some mistakes in the formula written by Mr. Peng."

Wrong?

As soon as the young scholar finished speaking, everyone present didn't care.

Someone said that Mr. Peng was a giant in the field of medicine, and it was normal for him to be unclear about mathematics and physics.

"Mr. Peng has devoted his life to medicine, so it is naturally impossible for him to be as proficient in mathematics as professionals."

An elderly cryptographer shook his head, with respect for Mr. Peng and disapproval of the young scholar in his tone.

However, the young scholar didn't think so. He shook his head firmly, saying that Mr. Peng's records didn't seem to be "ignorant" of mathematics.

"I don't think so. Although I felt that there were some things wrong with Mr. Peng's formulas at the beginning, after careful analysis, I found that these errors did not seem to be unintentional, but intentional."

The young scholar's voice revealed confidence and determination.

His words attracted the attention of everyone present, especially Jiang Xiao, whose eyes flashed with curiosity and expectation.

"You mean, Mr. Peng deliberately left errors in the formula?" Jiang Xiao couldn't help asking.

The young scholar nodded, and his eyes also revealed a hint of excitement.

"Yes, and these errors seem to be guiding us to discover some hidden information. Some of the formula analysis that takes a different approach even makes me, a doctor of mathematics, suddenly enlightened, which is enough to prove that Mr. Peng's research in the field of mathematics is also thorough enough."

These words rekindled the hope of the three people who were already somewhat depressed.

If Mr. Peng really made achievements in mathematics, then the formulas he left behind may be the key to solving the mystery.

"So what should we do now?" b2 asked impatiently.

The young scholar pondered for a moment, and then answered.

"We need to re-examine these formulas and interpret them as a code to see what Mr. Peng wants to tell us."

Then, they began to re-examine the records, trying to find out Mr. Peng's true intentions.

The young scholar took the lead, and other experts also used their expertise to engage in intensive research together.

Time passed by bit by bit in the intense analysis and deliberation, and the atmosphere in the monitoring room became more and more tense.

Everyone knew that they might be standing on the threshold of uncovering all the truth, and the formula left by Mr. Peng was the key to open the door to the truth.

As the research deepened, the young scholar's brows became more and more furrowed.

He flipped back and forth on the paper, and each symbol was repeatedly scrutinized by him.

Finally, after an in-depth analysis, he looked up, and his face showed unprecedented seriousness.

"These formulas. I feel more and more that they are not just ordinary mathematical problems."

There was an ominous premonition in the voice of the young scholar.

"I need to use a national-level spectrometer to conduct experiments to verify my conjecture."

B2 and the middle-aged uncle looked at each other, and they could both feel the urgency in the young scholar's words.

At this critical moment, any subtle clue may be the key to solving the mystery.

"This matter cannot be delayed."

B2 made a decision immediately, and his voice was full of unquestionable authority.

"I will arrange it immediately and start the spectrum machine experiment."

The young scholar showed a trace of gratitude on his face. He nodded, then quickly packed up his materials and prepared for the next step.

Jiang Xiao had a headache. To be precise, he couldn't understand it at all, so he went back to his room to catch up on sleep.

Soon after, a series of applications and approvals were quickly completed, and the national spectrum machine was urgently deployed to the laboratory.

The young scholar and several experts, accompanied by B2, entered the laboratory and started their experiments.

The spectrum machine started, and beams of light accurately scanned the basic operation under the control of the machine.

The young scholar stared at the data on the screen nervously, his fingers kept tapping on the keyboard, entering various parameters and instructions.

As the experiment progressed, the data began to gradually become clear.

The young scholar's face became more and more solemn, and he seemed to have discovered something important.

"Not good, according to these formulas given by Mr. Peng, they seem to point to an extremely dangerous frequency range."

The young scholar's voice trembled.

"If we accidentally trigger this frequency, it may lead to unpredictable consequences."

"But why? We didn't find the problem with these formulas before?"

B2 frowned, and he immediately issued an order to terminate all experimental operations.

"What's wrong? Is there a problem?" B2 asked the young scholar.

The latter nodded, his eyes revealed a trace of confusion, and the pen in his hand unconsciously circled on the paper.

"Yes, according to the formula given by Mr. Peng, the data is indeed a bit abnormal. I have checked it many times, but I just can't find the problem."

The young scholar's voice was helpless, and fine beads of sweat had seeped out of his forehead.

"This frequency range is too sensitive. If our speculation is wrong, the consequences will be disastrous."

He continued to explain, and the pen in his hand also accelerated with his anxiety.

b2 stood aside, his expression became serious.

He knew that since he could come to this base, it was enough to prove that this young scholar was the best mathematical genius in this field.

Or it can be said that his status in the mathematics world is equivalent to that of the doctor who just passed away two days ago.

They are all geniuses among geniuses!

If even he is helpless, the situation is indeed not optimistic.

The young scholar suddenly stopped writing, and his eyes became firm.

"I think I need to ask my mentor. His attainments in this field are far beyond mine. Maybe he can find details that we have overlooked."

There was a hint of respect and expectation in his voice, as well as a hint of dejection about his powerlessness.

b2's eyes twitched slightly, and he knew in his heart that such a decision meant that they had to report to their superiors again and ask for additional support.

Especially to invite another giant and antique in the scientific community!

Too many national treasures have been damaged, and the dissatisfaction above is like rolling thunder.

It is undoubtedly a great risk to invite this reclusive old scholar again.

But.

At this time, he had no choice at all.

He could only be pushed by this invisible force.

"Then do you know what the consequences will be if your teacher is exposed to such things?"