Another long paragraph, with a stale tone from the early Schiller plays.
Xu Le vaguely understood what this relative who had hooked up with from nowhere was trying to express - based on the incomparably distant relatives across the federal empire, the imperial master Fan was willing to help himself, but he was unwilling to pay for it. Too much spirit, or in the face of the royal rage, he doesn't have too many good ways.
This passage also mentioned some things from decades ago. Master Fan obviously mistakenly attributed the reason why Xu Le was able to escape the imperial chip monitoring to the small blue light instrument, and did not know that he had extracted the chip from the back of his neck. Ability.
What Xu Le thought more about was that if the little blue-light instrument was invented by the uncle, then the picture of the former master Fan's pocket in his mind traveling around the Federation with blue light... Naturally, it was not real, and it seemed that the imagination was not after all. historical truth.
"I would appreciate it if you would help me leave the Empire."
He raised his jaw slightly, unwilling to look at the middle-aged man's naked thighs, and continued after a moment of silence, "I don't have a complete understanding of those things back then, but I think your father can enter the spaceship by himself. The Commonwealth must have a great aircraft."
"That ship is truly remarkable."
Master Fan lifted up his thin shirt, scratched his smooth thighs indecently, then lit a cigarette and inhaled thinly and said, "But I don't know where it is, and the universe is huge, but there is no such thing as a Knowing how many Imperial battleships are hidden, how do you get out?"
Xu Le was silent again, guessing how true what he said was, the hand holding the gun tightened and loosened again, lowered his head and said, "That star map?"
Master Fan puffed out a sip of light blue smoke, frowned his beautiful eyebrows, and said with a mockery: "If I had a spaceship and a star map, I would have gone to the Federation to play by myself."
"Do you know what a star map is?" A hint of sigh suddenly flashed across the handsome face of the middle-aged man, who did not look like a normal human being. He was holding a cigarette, and his words were gently sprayed with the smoke.
"Li Piff may know something, but he doesn't know where the star map is."
"Our majesty, Waifucha, knows where the star map is hidden, but he still doesn't know the true content of the star map to this day."
"As for the other big figures in the Empire and the Federation, they don't know anything at all."
"In the entire universe, only I know what that star map is, and only I know where it is."
Master Fan held the cigarette between his index finger and middle finger, and gently flicked the lush, white and charming hair. The smoke penetrated into the hair and slowly circulated for a long time, just like a nebula in the sky, at a slow to unbearable speed. Show a certain sense of vicissitudes.
Xu Le still held the pistol silently, aimed at his head, and listened quietly, without saying a single extra sentence, playing the role of a quiet listener extremely well.
"Because the star map originally belonged to our family." The sarcastic smile on Master Fan's face gradually faded, and he said in a low voice, "It passed from father's hand to my sister's hand, and your father Nasri gave the bracelet again. It was sent back to my niece, and it was returned to our family."
Xu Le's eyes froze slightly, thinking of the bracelet he saw on Jian Shui'er Haoyu's wrist, the bracelet engraved with lyrics in ancient letters, and was shocked to find that it had never appeared in the historical archives, only in the military. The important star map that the big figures like God Li Piff and Mrs. Tai were silently pursuing in their hearts had always been in Jian Shui'er's hands.
But there is something wrong with this matter. If the bracelet that hides the star map is the inheritance of the imperial master Fan, why is it engraved with the ancient text of the Federation
After hesitating for a moment, he asked his question to the beautiful middle-aged man in the smoke.
"Why is the ancient text of the Federation engraved on the ancestral bracelet of Imperial Master Fan's residence?" Master Fan laughed happily, the air he exhaled blew the smoke in front of him, and the light coat on his body fluttered uneasy. On the stool next to him, he said with self-admiration: "This is exactly what I have always wanted to prove."
Master Fan stared into Xu Le's eyes and said with a charming smile: "In the very beginning, there was no federation, no empire, both came from the same place in the universe... And I had to come to a certain conclusion narcissistically, Our family deserves some sort of important place in this history."
This inference is not complicated, and this conclusion is not narcissistic, but very logical, but Xu Le's face was not shocked, but a little indifferent, shook his head and replied: "There are many historians in the federation who are doing this. However, in the face of war, this kind of attempt is of little significance.”
"Because my status is higher, the empire must believe what I say." Master Fan Jing said.
Xu Le acquiesced to the other party's statement.
"There is catastrophe in the history of the Federation, but what is catastrophe? Have you ever dug up a prehistoric ruin in the ground?" Master Fan waved his arms and said disdainfully, "That is, you poor mechanical citizens who were brainwashed by broken computers. , will not conduct in-depth research on these things. What is meaningless? I have evidence to prove that both sides are relatives, and that's enough."
"The current research of the Federation also believes that the catastrophe is a disaster of prehistoric civilization, which coincides with your thinking." Xu Le looked at the excited person and shrugged: "Well, the empire may be a branch of that prehistoric civilization, We may be relatives, but where is your evidence?"
"Isn't the bracelet on my pretty niece's wrist proof?"
"You must first show evidence that she is your niece."
"Look at my face." Master Fan raised his head and forced the face, which can be described as peerless beauty, to break through the smoke and face Xu Le's face, "Think about Jian Shui'er's face again. Where do the genes go to me?"
"That makes some sense." Xu Le shrugged again, "But don't forget that your princess isn't very pretty."
"There is still a lot of evidence, digital units, how can the same horrific astronomical units and dating methods be produced in different cosmic backgrounds? Whether it is a federation or an empire, the big figures in power can start a battle involving human beings if they want to. Comparative work in all aspects of society.”
Master Fan sarcastically said: "It's a pity that this was supposed to be the warmest and most exciting scene of family confession in human history, but it was directly turned into countless killings by the greedy miners of the Federation."
The middle-aged man on the other side looked like a slutty man, but after all, he was the most mysterious and noble master of the empire. No matter from his psychological inclination or his butt position, of course, he was sitting on the side of the empire. Le does not intend to make any rebuttals.
"Why am I so interested in Schiller? Not only because his mid-term popular fiction writing seems to me to be the best way for humans to pass the time and survive the hardships of life, but also because I feel that from his writings, it is clear that See the commonalities between the Empire and the Commonwealth."
"There is no one in this world, no one's brain can come up with so many plots that require different life experiences and even extreme insights to write. According to my request, the Imperial Intelligence Agency has collected a large number of Schiller's works, The more I read, the more I feel that the person who can write so many scripted novels... can't be one person."
Xu Le listened to his sighs silently, feeling a little weird. Regarding this issue that has plagued the Federal Institute of Literature and folk celebrity gossip lovers for countless years, he suddenly thought that Schiller really does not exist, nor is it a group of five Someone's vest, and... is written by something old
"Schiller is not alone." Master Fan Wei raised his head, his eyes pierced through the smoke through the black cloth, looking at the white courtyard, the green trees and the high sky outside, "Or, those books were not written by one person. , he's just an dictator."
Xu Le remained silent. He originally thought that tonight's visit to Master Fan's residence was absurd and unbelievable. However, after a conversation, he realized that the master in this white courtyard was indeed unusual.
"Should I put the gun down? My father and mother are not as close to my uncle. Although we are not related by blood, you must call me uncle." Master Fan suddenly changed the subject.
What kind of uncle is this? Xu Le thought silently in his heart, but it doesn't seem to be a disadvantage to recognize such a well-established uncle in the empire. The father who died in the mine accident seems to have taken advantage of it. I just hope that the underground mother and sister don't mind. relative.
He put down the gun.
"I feel much better in this way. I can continue to talk about my research over the years." Master Fan looked at him with a kind smile and said, "My hobby since childhood was literature. After getting six bachelor's degrees at Imperial University, I finally The chosen lifelong direction is comparative literary studies.”
"Comparative literature research between the Federation and the Empire, um, I am the only one in this department, from the head of the department to the lecturer to the students, I am the only one... I believe that I am the only one in the entire universe to do this major, absolutely unique."
The middle-aged man smiled proudly.
Every generation of Master Fans are amazing and brilliant, and they are close to gods in their respective fields. Xu Le has long recognized this fact these days, but he really did not expect that this Imperial Master Fan seems to be a, just a... Young, middle-aged, perhaps old, intoxicated in literature.
"I have written countless unpublished papers, proving that Schiller's novel script, there are many texts that are too similar, in the form of folklore, circulating within the empire."
"To prove that two societies came from the same civilization, what kind of similarity is the most critical? That is the similarity of cultures!"
Master Fan pursed the corners of his lips, raised his hands high and said loudly, the light jacket slipped from his arms, piled up to his shoulders, and paired with his naked legs, he looked like a fanatical religious sacrifice.
"According to a distant and almost vague legend, although my ancestors were the greatest war oligarchs, they were also the ones who hated war the most."
"Me too, my hobbies are literature, peace and love, so please allow me to imprison you temporarily in the name of the most precious literature, peace and love in my life..."
The voice fell, and the smoke gradually dissipated. Xu Le's pupils shrank suddenly, still vigilant that his right hand holding the gun was about to be raised when several thick blue electric arcs broke through the smoke and hit his chest fiercely.