1799: C1799 Qin Luo Report to Guard

C1799 Qin Luo Report to Guard

Could it be that Qin Luo was just spouting nonsense?

To be honest, Richard would never believe it.

The basis of judgment?

Hearing Richard's words, a bright smile suddenly bloomed on Qin Luo's face.

"Please take a look at a photo..."

Qin Luo pressed the button, and another black hole photo appeared on the screen.

It was different from the previous photo. At this moment, the orange light in the photo was almost completely devoured.

"Everyone who is doing this is smart. I think everyone has already discovered the difference in the photo." Qin Luo looked around and said with a smile, "That's right. This is a picture of a mature black hole."

"Everyone can see that the constant light has almost been swallowed up. Even the space is distorted..."

In fact, without Qin Luo's explanation, everyone could see that compared to the previous one, the black hole in this picture was obviously much bigger.

Looking at the picture on the screen, Richard almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

It was not easy for him to find a breakthrough point and was just about to attack, but in less than two seconds, Qin Luo had already sealed off this path!

Motherf * cker, I really want to curse!

Of course, thinking about it was just thinking about it, but Richard couldn't scold it out loud.

He had already deducted points once. If he was deducted again now, the Nobel Prize in Physics would really miss him.

Clenching his teeth, Richard suppressed his anger deep in his heart.

On the stage, Qin Luo's performance did not end.

After releasing the photo, Qin Luo looked at Bob Dylan once again.

"Chairman Bob..."

"No need to say, I understand." Before Qin Luo could finish his words, Dylan waved at the staff beside him. "Go, bring a whiteboard for Professor Qin!"

"Understood!" The staff answered and turned to leave.

Soon, the staff member carried a white board and placed it in front of Qin Luo.

Qin Luo: "Me! @ #%..."

For some reason, Qin Luo suddenly had a feeling that someone had guessed it.

Damn it, could he still play properly?

Clenching his teeth, Qin Luo looked straight at Don Dylan. "Chairman Bob, how did you know I wanted the whiteboard?"

Yes, he was very curious. Why did Don Dylan guess what he meant before he even spoke?

"The second rule of Qin Luo's report is that the whiteboard must be used..." Dylan said with a smile.

Qin Luo: "Qin Luo's report of the rules? This thing, why does it sound so unreliable?"

Qin Luo did not know why, but he suddenly had an ominous feeling. He had a feeling that his code of conduct might have been found out by some "people."

Should he change it?0

Thinking about it, Qin Luo nodded solemnly.

He felt that it was time to make a change. Of course, not now. After all, it was not the time to make a change.

"Thank you..." Qin Luo thanked him and took Mark's pen. He turned around and wrote on the whiteboard.

About ten minutes later, the entire whiteboard was filled with dozens of formulas.

Using formulas to prove Black Hole Information Paradox?

Seeing this scene, everyone was instantly dumbfounded.

This fellow, how could he play around like this?

When Qin Luo started writing, they had already thought of the possible scenario in their minds.

But they never thought that Qin Luo would choose to use a series of companies to prove it!

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