Genius of the Rules-Style System

Chapter 983: Chapter 493: How Can One Escape from Gravity?_2

Zhao Yi’s laboratory was vast, occupying one-third of an entire floor, with two main labs dedicated to researchers. They headed to the largest lab on the south side.

This lab could be considered the ’central laboratory’. It was even bigger than the other main lab, and its equipment was more complete, including three large apparatuses worth over ten million each.

At that time, several researchers were inside.

When Fan Lei knocked on the door, it was Zhu Qi who came out of the glass partition and called, "Please come in," before they all entered together.

Even though it was already noon, the researchers were still working very seriously.

Zhu Qi made brief introductions with Deng Bingcheng, then started to show him the experimental content, first taking him inside the partition.

Li Ming and Ai Lixin were working delicately together, isolating nerve cells and then subjecting them to a series of treatments, followed by basic observation under the microscope.

This was the most basic work starting with cell research.

Deng Bingcheng nodded again and again as he watched. He felt it was very impressive, but couldn’t specify what exactly, because different fields have different expertise. The Biomedical Research Institute specialized in pathological mechanism research and had been dealing with cells and microorganisms for a long time. Their work was highly professional and could be considered the top in the country, utterly flawless.

Neurological research and cell study are connected, but since doctors are to treat patients, they only need to research therapeutic methods rather than delve into the cellular mechanisms of diseases.

Deng Bingcheng, when it came to in-depth cellular research, could only stand by and watch.

The setting at another research station had completely changed. It was even quite amusing; several crabs were laid out on a table, some with their small legs still moving.

Zhang Wei was using a scalpel, struggling with a huge crab claw. She was sweating and gritting her teeth as if she had a personal vendetta against that crab leg.

Deng Bingcheng watched, dumbfounded, finally realizing where the king crab from earlier came from.

That explained it!

Zhang Wei was performing the task of isolating nerves from a crab’s leg, but she didn’t seem to be very good at handling the crab, struggling and gritting her teeth constantly.

Zhu Qi hurried over to persuade her, "Zhang Wei, that won’t do. Be steadier, more steady. Use a magnifying glass to help, you’re wasting too much material this way!"

"This time it has to work!" Zhang Wei said forcefully, gritting her teeth.

Just then, Fan Lei walked in with a smile and said, "You all don’t understand. There aren’t enough crabs to go around. Zhang Wei is doing this on purpose, otherwise, how could so many of us get full!"

"Get lost!" Zhang Wei cursed, not in a good mood.

The others covered their mouths and giggled.

Zhu Qi wanted to help, as his ’surgical skills’ were somewhat better than Zhang Wei’s.

Suddenly, Deng Bingcheng said, "Let me give it a try!"

"You know how to do this?"

"I’ve done it before."

Deng Bingcheng spoke indifferently.

Zhang Wei put down her work, exhaled her frustration, and decisively went to the sink. She then passed over a pair of gloves and tools.

Deng Bingcheng took the tools and without much trouble, smoothly isolated the nerve from the crab leg in two or three steps, all the while murmuring, "King crab, this leg nerve is indeed thicker than that of regular crabs."

"..."

"..."

Zhang Wei and Zhu Qi exchanged glances, thinking that Deng Bingcheng was just putting on an act, but his movements were indeed swift and clean.

Deng Bingcheng didn’t stop his work, taking another crab leg from nearby. Like a professional chef, he removed the tough shell in two or three steps, and without even using the magnifying glass, he neatly extracted the nerve from the crab leg.

Zhu Qi muttered to himself for quite some time before saying, "Doctor Deng, you really have the skill!"

"Indeed!"

Zhang Wei nodded in full agreement, as she had been tormented by the task of isolating crab leg nerves for the whole morning.

Now with Deng Bingcheng taking over, it looked like routine work...

Wait, that’s not right!

Fan Lei suddenly exclaimed loudly, "I’ve got it! Doctor Deng is a doctor! What’s more, he’s a neurosurgeon, performing brain surgery every day..."

"This surgical skill could probably carve flowers!"

Deng Bingcheng just smiled nonchalantly, while the others finally understood and nodded as if seeing the clear picture. Anyone who could operate on a surgery table for brain surgery wouldn’t have poor surgical skills – isolating a crab leg’s nerve was indeed an easy task for him.

Zhang Wei let out a sigh of relief, feeling not the slightest bit upset about her loss.

Zhu Qi felt the same.

Now familiar with each other thanks to the experience of isolating crab nerves, Deng Bingcheng, Zhang Wei, and Zhu Qi headed together to the hall to grab something to eat.

Deng Bingcheng suddenly asked, "Why haven’t we seen Academician Zhao?"

"Zhao Yi?"

Zhang Wei shook her head and said, "He rarely comes."

"Rarely?" Deng Bingcheng was somewhat puzzled. How could the main researcher of such a big project seldom come to the laboratory?

What kind of logic was that?

Fan Lei said, "Zhao Yi is always busy with something." After saying that, he added, "But even when he isn’t, he doesn’t come. He would rather sleep at home."

"..."

A look of strong incomprehension appeared on Deng Bingcheng’s face.

The others all seemed unconcerned, clearly used to it.

Zhang Wei said, "In any case, you’ll get used to it. He’s usually not around, but if there’s an important experiment, he’ll definitely be there."

"Oh."

Deng Bingcheng could only suppress his doubts.

Elsewhere.

Zhao Yi was working at his computer, continually browsing through documents and data related to his work on particle Boundary Theory.

Among them were foundational frameworks for energy systems, proofs of Supersymmetry, Mass-Energy Structure Theory, and the latest robust analyses.

He was pondering a question.

This morning, the news had featured a satellite launch, giving detailed coverage to the carrier rocket and praising the domestic development in aviation.

Then, Zhao Yi thought of a problem—

Gravity!

To launch a satellite, carrier rockets are needed because of the presence of significant gravity, which binds the mass-bearing objects on the planet, requiring immense propulsive force to lift an object off the ground.

So, how might one ’break free’ from gravity?

Probably many people have dreamed of being able to fly—not by flapping wings or using a vehicle, but like a cultivator of the mystical arts or Superman himself, departing the earth’s surface and soaring freely.

Could such a dream become reality?

If it had been a few years earlier, Zhao Yi would have scoffed at the idea, but with the research into the Boundary Theory of particles advancing to its current depth, he felt there was merit in contemplating it. Using the Boundary Theory, and analyzing space and gravity, the question could be transformed into—

Is there a way to reduce the expulsion exerted by space on mass?

If there exists a method to lessen the expulsion space exerts on mass, then the force of gravity on mass-bearing objects would also decline accordingly.

How might one achieve this?

"Space is omnipresent; even the smallest particles are surrounded by space, with even a tiny bit of mass at their core subject to the repulsion and compression of space, thus creating gravity."

"In my theory, gravity is the compression of space on the ’source of mass’ (2 to the power of N sources), and particles that lack a ’source of mass’ can integrate perfectly into space without any interference."

"So, might there be a way for particles that contain a ’source of mass’ to ’disguise’ themselves as ones that don’t, thereby evading the compression from space?"

Zhao Yi followed this line of thought in his contemplation.

The idea sounded straightforward, but it was extremely difficult to achieve because space is everywhere. Particles that lack a ’source of mass’, like photons, can indeed move at theoretical light speed and seem to ignore space, but that does not mean that photons don’t contain space. They are like fish that have perfectly assimilated into water, inside and out...

"What if they aren’t?" Zhao Yi’s thoughts suddenly halted.

Photons indeed can reach theoretical light speed without the influence of space, possessing absolutely no mass.

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What if photons themselves are a kind of disguise?

For example, if their core contains mass, but the arrangement of energy around them that lacks a ’source of mass’ shields them from spatial detection, then that would mean their core isn’t repelled by space, making it seem as if they are massless.

Zhao Yi furrowed his brows tightly; he found himself trapped in a paradox.

That interpretation could make sense.

So could another.

If one were just theorizing, it seemed any explanation could fit.

He gave a wry smile.

Speculation without evidence was meaningless. Ultimately, everything had to be explained mathematically.