845: Chapter 84: An Inescapable Issue!

Feng Quji spoke directly, without hiding anything.

Xu Mo kept his head down, nervously shuffling the soles of his worn-out sneakers on the floor, wishing he could just sink into a crack in the ground.

"His name is Xu Mo."

Shen Yan pointed at the chip on the workbench.

"From now on, he calls the shots regarding the architecture setup for this 'deep blue heart'."

Feng Quji was stunned for a moment.

Then he slammed the Wrench in his hand heavily onto the table.

"Nonsense!"

"Even though I can't understand the internal logic of this thing, it's a precision device that couldn't have been made even billions of years ago."

"You're letting a mere kid handle it?"

"If he breaks it, who takes the blame?"

The air grew somewhat tense.

Chen Guangke stood at the doorway, fiddling with a lighter, his eyes sweeping across the people present, ready to smooth things over at any moment.

Shen Yan didn't speak; he just looked at Xu Mo and tilted his chin up slightly.

"Go."

"Tell Old Feng why you are worth two million US dollars."

Xu Mo took a deep breath.

He raised his head and glanced at Shen Yan.

The man sat in the shadows, his face expressionless, but his quiet aura was like a mountain.

If he didn't charge forward now, he would be stuck wallowing in the mud for the rest of his life.

Xu Mo gritted his teeth and walked toward the workbench.

His steps were stiff, moving both hands and feet in unison.

But the moment his hand touched the anti-static mat, his entire demeanor changed.

It was the look of a hungry wolf spotting meat.

Ignoring Feng Quji's murderous glare, he directly picked up the deep blue chip.

"Put that down!" Feng Quji roared.

Xu Mo didn't put it down.

He held the chip up to his eyes, squinting under the light of the shadowless lamp.

"7-series aluminum alloy encapsulation... Still not good enough."

Xu Mo's first sentence was hoarse but steady.

"What did you say?" Feng Quji laughed in anger, "Kid, I've eaten more salt discussing metallurgy than you've eaten meals."

"The thermal conductivity isn't enough."

Xu Mo placed the chip down and pulled a piece of chalk—which he had casually grabbed from the classroom—out of his pocket.

He began drawing directly on the workbench.

"This is a graphene stacking architecture, not a silicon crystal."

"Once powered on, the transition speed of electrons between the carbon atom layers is a thousand times faster than in silicon-based chips."

"The heat generated doesn't diffuse outward; it collapses inward."

"If you use full aluminum alloy sealing, three seconds—just three seconds—"

Xu Mo looked up, staring directly into Feng Quji's eyes.

"This chip will turn into a micro-bomb and blow your entire laboratory to the sky."

Feng Quji's expression changed.

Although he didn't understand the architecture, he understood physical properties.

When he was testing earlier, he had indeed noticed that the core temperature of the metal ingot rose unreasonably when stimulated by a weak current.

"Then what do you suggest?" The old man's tone softened slightly.

"Liquid encapsulation."

Xu Mo drew several holes on the blueprint for the aluminum alloy casing.

"The entire chip must be immersed in a fluorinated liquid at minus forty degrees Celsius to carry away the heat via phase transition."

"And..."

Xu Mo's finger tapped the complex neural network diagram.

"This isn't a dead object."

"It's breathing."

"We need to give it a specific frequency, like a cardiac pacemaker, to induce its startup, instead of violently applying power."

Feng Quji fell silent.

He stared at the rough sketch Xu Mo had drawn for a full three minutes.

Then he turned his head to look at Shen Yan.

"Boss, this kid has substance."

"Substance?" Chen Guangke chuckled beside him, "He's found a treasure."

Shen Yan stood up.

"Since we have a plan, let's start."

He glanced at the Patek Philippe on his wrist.

"The system hasn't given me much time."

"72 hours."

"I want to see it light up."

There was no distinction between day and night here.

There was only the perpetual sound of running server fans and the crackle of keyboards.

Xu Mo seemed like a different person.

He took off his dirty work clothes and changed into a simple white T-shirt, his hair loosely tied back.

He sat in front of three massive monitors, his fingers flying across the keyboard so fast that only afterimages could be seen.

On the screens, lines of green code flowed down like a waterfall.

That wasn't C++ or Python.

It was a proprietary 'deep blue Instruction Set' he had created by combining Turing's manuscripts with modern assembly language.

Wu Ya walked in wearing high heels.

She was carrying several bags of takeout—the best from the surrounding private kitchens.

"Mr. Shen, everyone hasn't eaten for over ten hours."

Wu Ya placed the lunchboxes on a nearby table, looking at Shen Yan with some distress.

Shen Yan sat on the corner sofa, a laptop resting on his lap, processing company emails.

But half of his attention was constantly fixed on the roulette wheel in his mind.

[Current Intel Refresh: The deep blue heart architecture core contains a logical trap. A 'Chaos Algorithm' patch must be added at line 333 of the code.]

[Random Quest Drop: Provide top-tier logistical support for the team. Reward: Morale +2%.]

Shen Yan closed his laptop.

"Eat first."

He clapped his hands.

Xu Mo didn't move; he stared at the screen, muttering to himself, his eyes bloodshot, looking possessed.

"It's stuck..."

Xu Mo ran his hands through his hair, his fingernails digging into his scalp.

"This part is wrong... The logic loop is closed..."

"Turing's paradox is a dead knot here."

"If we don't untie it, the moment power is applied, the system will enter an infinite loop and burn out immediately."

Feng Quji approached with a bowl of instant noodles, slurping loudly.

"Can't you go around it?"

"Can't go around it!" Xu Mo roared in frustration, "This is the foundation! If the foundation is crooked, how can you build the tower?"

This was the first time Xu Mo had dared to speak so loudly.

But he himself hadn't realized it.

The atmosphere in the entire laboratory instantly became extremely oppressive.

Less than 48 hours remained.

If this knot couldn't be untied, all previous efforts would be wasted.

Shen Yan walked over.

He stood behind Xu Mo, looking at the messy tangle of logic diagrams on the screen.

To outsiders, it was just a pile of gibberish.

But to Shen Yan, who was aided by the system's intelligence, the red breakpoint was clearly visible.

"Xu Mo."

Shen Yan's voice was steady, like an injection of a tranquilizer.

"Are you being too superstitious about Turing?"

Xu Mo paused, then turned around.

"What do you mean?"

"Turing was human; humans make mistakes."

Shen Yan pointed at the dead knot.

"In his era, he hadn't encountered chaos theory, nor had he seen fractal geometry."

"What if this logic gate isn't meant to 'judge' right from wrong?"

"What if it's meant to 'accept' chaos?"

Shen Yan's words were like a bolt of lightning, splitting the fog in Xu Mo's mind.

Accept chaos...

Don't judge right from wrong...

Could it be Schrödinger's Cat?

Both true and false? 1?

A quantum state?