Chapter 1147 Here Comes Again (2)

Boil people's hearts.

At this time, anyone would be more willing to express the excitement in his heart by running and jumping, or stepping back and forth to show the complexity of his emotions, but he could only sit quietly in the wheelchair and stare at her, believing or Unbelief, expectation and doubt suppressed all kinds of complicated emotions in my heart.

Until his computer sound rang again, "May I ask, do you speak a British accent?"

Wei Sheng raised his eyebrows, nodded and said, "It's okay."

In the end, Wei Sheng pretended to be the secretary of Hawking's friend Gell-Mann, and dialed the phone to Hawking's home, although Hawking said that Gell-Mann would usually come to the door in person for anything in consideration of his communication difficulties.

Hawking told Wei Sheng that he could no longer speak after he suffered from pneumonia more than ten years ago and underwent a tracheotomy. At that time, he needed 24-hour nursing care, which was very expensive. With the help of his good friend Gell-Mann, he was then generously donated by the MacArthur Foundation, which promised to cover all his medical expenses.

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Since Wei Sheng had been working abroad all those years, her proficiency in English and other common languages ​​was undoubtedly a necessary skill for her, and it came in handy now.

When she explained her 'identity' to the other end of the phone with a rather pure British accent, Hawking couldn't help showing surprise in his eyes.

After all, at her age, doing a good job in both racing and the company is already a double-edged mind to a certain extent. Although her English has shown quite proficiency in conversations, her pure British accent is still the same. Hawking was taken by surprise.

There is even more hope in my heart.

"They transferred the call to Hawking." Wei Sheng pressed the phone and turned to Hawking.

After saying this, I felt a little weird.

But fortunately, there is Hawking's guidance, so she knows how to gain the trust of Hawking's daughter Lucy, and looking at Hawking's expression at this moment, Wei Sheng can probably guess that he is in a cycle of doubts and expectations in his heart.

This wait is about five minutes.

Until Wei Sheng played the PA, the voice from the speech synthesizer came from the other end of the phone, "Hey, Gell-Mann, I just have a bold idea, I think the human brain can exist independently, maybe it can be put into a computer Surviving independently, if this hypothesis has a chance to be confirmed, I am afraid that your foundation will have to pay a large amount of research and development expenses, believe me, you are making a contribution to the progress of mankind."

The other party's humorous yet teasing words, as well as the voice from the synthesizer, obviously shocked Hawking, who was sitting in a wheelchair next to Wei Sheng.

Immediately afterwards, Wei Sheng saw Hawking's fingers trembling uncontrollably, and he looked at himself sharply, as if he was doubting more deeply, and as if he was fighting against this instinct.

Sometimes people are like this. On the one hand, they have a strong desire to believe, but on the other hand, it is difficult to give trust.

A non-stop voice came from the other end of the phone, which seemed to be recorded, "Considering my communication barrier, I hope we can talk face to face, and you can ask Lucy to tell me about other things."

Immediately afterwards, a helpless female voice faintly came from the other end of the phone, and said with a smile, "Oh! Father, that's Gell-Mann's secretary Ellie. I told you that you are really getting more and more confused."

The next moment, Hawking next to Wei Sheng pressed the mouse in his hand, and a synthetic voice sounded from his computer, "Hello, I am Stephen William Hawking. This is November fourteen years ago from you, sorry , I can’t tell you the exact time because it’s typed in advance, I mean... Someone told me that I can talk to myself ten years later, or Hawking in another space ten years later? I have to say , I can already imagine how stupid I was when I sent this recording, this is really stupid!"

Wei Sheng raised his eyebrows and smiled. It seems that Hawking recorded this passage before he came.

The other end of the phone was obviously silent, and then, there was a small sound, followed by a low cry from a woman, who seemed to be cursing something, until the phone hung up with a snap.

Wei Sheng and Hawking looked at each other, the former shrugged and said, "It seems that this time, you are considered a liar."

The latter still had that harmless smile, which made her wonder whether the other person's face could only make this one expression.

"If this is a scam, I really want to praise your ability. Hawking's voice is not difficult to imitate, but Lucy's voice, I can hardly tell the authenticity. Where is Elaine? Lucy is not often there next to me."

About seven or eight minutes later, Wei Sheng waited for Hawking's thoughts on the call.

She smiled wryly and shook her head, "Professor, we need a little trust in each other." After that, she hesitated for a while, raised her eyes and said, "Elaine Mason... According to the 'historical track' I know, you have been in two years I will formally divorce her later, before the media went crazy that she had committed domestic violence against you, and then you and your first wife Jane reconciled."

Hawking was obviously shocked by this sentence. His eyes flickered, and then he fiddled with the mouse in his hand with trembling fingers. Soon, a voice came out from the synthesizer, "NO!"

Wei Sheng frowned, looked at him and said, "Do you think you don't believe it, or do you not want to believe it?"

Hawking's breathing seemed a little short.

Wei Sheng pondered and walked to the side and dialed the phone to old Cyril, "I'm afraid you are about to start your journey. When you arrive in Cambridge, you may be considered a liar of a fraudulent group, but what you have to do is to explain this matter clearly. , and let them talk again smoothly."

"You mean Hawking? Huh? You mean...they have already talked?" Cyril's surprised voice came from the phone. As far as he knew, Wei Sheng had been classified as a radical last time. Two days later, things made new progress.

After hanging up on Cyril's call, Wei Sheng turned to look at Hawking again. The other party had already recorded the content, "I don't think that's possible. Jane is married to Jones. It seems that you haven't done your homework comprehensively."

Jones was the organist Hawking's wife met when she was in the choir at St Mark's Church.

Wei Sheng frowned, the other party's continuous doubts and denials made her unable to smile, "I have to say, your suspicion and self-contradiction really amaze me. I'm not interested in the love life of a great man, so I can't give you any information." The perfect answer you want, as far as I know, you plan to co-author a cosmic science book with your daughter Lucy to help her become a writer. Of course, this may be something that many people know, but... I also don't intend to continue playing this game of proving the truth with you."

After that, she turned and walked out.

Hawking, who was behind him, froze suddenly, and then quickly swipe the mouse.