A large screen displayed a presentation containing materials related to Hua Gang.
A group of lesser-known Alliance scientists—neuroscientists, computer experts, physicists, chemists, molecular dynamicists, astronomers...—were intently studying the presentation on the screen.
The presentation had already compiled sufficient materials and data. In the investigators' view, it should have been enough for these experts to analyze something.
Two groups stood at the door. One group was investigators, and the other group was also investigators.
"Forget the other scholars—why invite astronomers? What use are they?" Investigator A asked doubtfully.
"I don't know whether they're useful, but at least they make the place look more impressive," Investigator B replied.
"I heard someone suspected it was Aliens, so they brought in astronomers."
"Aliens? That's hilarious. They can drag Aliens into anything. He was clearly just an Ordinary Person with abnormal brain nerves, where genius and madness coexisted, yet they had to connect it to unknowable Aliens. What a joke."
"Can't be helped. They had to find some explanation, right? The ten-thousandfold task boost really happened, and they found no trace whatsoever of an inside man, hacker, or software bug."
"Hua Gang himself had no professional background in computers. Why could he suddenly use so many technical Artificial Intelligence terms? Why could he accurately predict the Tribal Jungle stock market?"
The investigators discussed the matter seriously outside.
The scientists discussed it seriously inside.
"Science is dead!" an astronomer suddenly shouted. "Everything we see was made for us to see by someone else. There are no objective natural phenomena at all! A god really exists!"
"Enough, you Three-Body fanatic. Shut up. We're discussing science." Another neuroscientist, a middle-aged man named He An, rolled his eyes at him.
"I think he may have developed a second personality, one that loves learning. Everything that happened today was caused