"Wait, wait, wait," Huaying suddenly reacted, "Brother, are you an insider?"
"They are just low-level social animals," He Qin said lightly, "and are a little away from the research and development work in the Uncanny Valley. In fact, they basically hide what they do from me and don't let me know the specific content."
Wen Zheliu sat across from him silently without revealing anything.
Low-class social beasts, low-class bastards...
However, both Hua Ying and Xue Wenshu seemed to believe it, and just said, "That's it."
"Then you can be considered an expert." Hua Ying sighed, "N-Star Company, a golden job."
Wen Zheliu heard the sadness in his words and couldn't help but raise her eyes, scanning his face wearing sunglasses.
"I know n-star is huge... but is the job really that reliable?"
His uncle Liu Jianzhang's position was slightly related to this giant company, and he always boasted that he was the director of a subsidiary in the n-star division. But Wen Zheliu knew clearly that the unit he worked for was just a factory that produced small parts needed by n-star. During the summer vacation, the owner of the fast food restaurant where he worked often lamented that if his children are promising in the future, they should find a job at n-star, and they will be secure for the rest of their lives.
A large number of exclusive publicity channels; schools, shopping malls, buildings and cities in the real world named after the City of New Stars; hollow star logos that can be seen everywhere in daily life and are within reach... Wen Zheliu always thought that apart from the game world, he His life will no longer have anything to do with this behemoth that changed the world. Unexpectedly, his parents were senior researchers at n-star, and his current lover held a high position among them, which made him very curious.
"Why don't you come and ask me?" He Qin said without raising his head during the study.
Wen Zheliu said: "You are a fan of the authorities. I want to listen to the onlookers."
Huaying laughed self-deprecatingly: "Hey, as long as you don't sweep the floor, carry dishes, and wash dishes, you can't brag that you work in Company N."
"Hello, n-star does not use manual labor to sweep the floor, carry dishes, and wash dishes." He Qin added coolly, "Intelligent systems and fully automated mechanized facilities have replaced all of this as early as the end of the last century. Currently, n-star has the least The human position of status is restaurant cook.”
Wen Zheliu: "... You said this purely because the cook gave you Pepsi."
"..." Huaying said dejectedly: "Okay, okay, I'm just a madao, why not! I can't find a job in real life, so I'm just a loser..."
Xue Wenshu comforted him: "Don't say that, President, you are very powerful!"
Wen Zheliu was also very curious: "Why do you belittle yourself? You are a very powerful mechanic, and the team you lead has even entered the top 100 in the rankings. This is already a very top level of combat power in the uncanny valley."
"Besides," he added, "didn't you say you were going to beat us before? Where was the momentum at that time?"
Hua Ying covered his face in distress, put his fingers through his sunglasses, and stretched out his old face.
"I'm inherently inferior!" he shouted unhappily. "Because I'm old and have weird fingers, I've been laughed at by my classmates since I was a child. Damn it, what's wrong with my old fingers and weird fingers? It's my fault. Yeah! It caused me to start having social anxiety in elementary school. When I entered middle school, I finally found some solace in the second dimension, but I was called a nerd again... "
Hearing this, Zheliu couldn't help but feel moved, and couldn't help but said seriously: "It turns out that you are also a two-dimensional person."
"Bah, you are only two-dimensional!" Hua Ying said angrily, "Later, I came into contact with the City of Nova, and found my way as a mechanic. I was also welcomed by those big guilds for a while. But my temperament is just In this way, I can't stand the high-intensity operating frequency of the Grand Guild, and then I will be disliked by others."
"Well," Wen Zheliu commented, "you are not suitable for that kind of formal job."
"Yes." Hua Ying nodded, "I am an inspirational player. If the deadline is imminent, I can also force something out. But if it is a formal occasion with a lot of rules and regulations, I I really got discouraged very quickly. Then I thought, since I can’t be a horse boy, I should be the big brother. At the worst, I can form a team and enter the uncanny valley for fun. After that, I will come in."
Wen Zheliu said: "It's a mistake, this is..."
"It's funny to say," Huaying spread his hands, "How did our team clear the first world? It was completely idealistic! We used those hatchets and crowbars as classic ACG weapons, and relied on super awesome equipment all the way. Passed through the anus!"
Wen Zheliu: "... Well, this usage seems very familiar..."
"So, we are just a die-hard team. To be honest, we are just using it to exercise our courage. If we could really face the problems in life with the consciousness of death, we would have become current ones a long time ago. Why would we need to rely on games? Enrich your soul.”
He Qin turned over a page and heard Wen Zheliu's comforting voice: "You can use your own knowledge reserves to flexibly use special props. In fact, you are not as bad as you said. The game mechanism of the Uncanny Valley is very changeable, and any type of All teams can make a name for themselves in it, I believe in you.”
Huaying said listlessly: "Thank you, brother. I appreciate your good words. I hope our team can grow up in the end."
"Okay, come and take a look." He Qin said, "I roughly understand it. You can take a look at the contents of this notebook."
Wen Zheliu hurriedly came over, waiting for his detailed explanation.
"Since this thing is most likely an imitation based on ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics, then it must be similar to the prototype." He Qin spread out a piece of white paper and drew a few characters on it. , and surrounded by a special snake-shaped frame, "In the past, scholars deciphered the Rosetta Stone based on the name of the Pharaoh. Because in ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, the Pharaoh's name was always marked with a special oval frame, And these framed hieroglyphs were called 'cartridges' by the French."
Wen Zheliu asked: "Do you mean that the meaning of these incantations enclosed in a snake-shaped frame in the original text is equivalent to the name of the Pharaoh?"
"Yes," He Qin said, "We can use this as a breakthrough. Fortunately, there were nineteen pharaohs in ancient Egypt, but there is only one true god described here."
"... Ceresa," Wen Zheliu murmured, "Saint Sister Ceresa."
"c-e-r-e-z-a," He Qin spelled out the six English letters on the paper fluently, "In this way, we can easily see that the symbols corresponding to these letters are... "
As he spoke, he kept writing, connecting the letters and incantations in order.
Hearing Zheliu couldn't help but let out an exclamation.
"It looks pretty easy," he said.
"After all, this is a product that is intended for the public. It is impossible to really make the difficulty so high." He Qin frowned slightly and said in a deep voice.
"Next, let's bring these symbols into it." He crossed out the symbols with snake-shaped frames in the original text one by one, and filled in Ceresa's name.
On the three pages of ghostly drawings, sporadic names of people suddenly appeared.
The pen in his hand was not flowing smoothly, so He Qin shook it: "Next, we need to use the comparison table to determine whether these things belong to the phonetic or meaning system."
Wen Zheliu asked nervously: "What should we do?"
He Qin wiped off the ink from the tip of his pen and said absently: "Champollion has learned Coptic since he was a child, and used the pronunciation of the sun to analyze the name of Ramses, and then he learned the system of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphics... Of course, we have to It’s much easier than that time.”
He opened the comparison table, pondered for a moment, and said: "26 English letters, plus the name just translated, and the spelling method of a few letters is unknown... Ning Ning."
Hearing that Zheliu's name was suddenly called, he had an inexplicable feeling of being called out in class. He straightened up subconsciously: "Here, what's wrong?"
"If you were the person who wrote this cult iconography, what do you think its predecessor text would be?"
Wen Zheliu was stunned for a moment, then thought about it carefully.
"Judging from the clues in the first world and various subsequent manifestations, Ceresa's teachings were developed based on Christianity..." He frowned, "Hebrew, the language used to record the Bible, is not Hebrew? I think they evolved from this."
He Qin raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly: "Do you think your brother is an immortal and can you learn Hebrew quickly now?"
"However," before Wen Zheliu could retract his guess, he continued, "It's a very well-founded idea, let me give it a try."
He picked up a draft at random, his pen was flying, and he was mumbling: "Hebrew has no vowels, only 22 consonants... Exclude a, e, i, o, u from the table, what else is there? A half-moon The phonetic letters exclude w and y, Czech excludes an r…”
The tip of his pen stagnated, and after writing the last stroke, it suddenly stopped on the paper, condensing a small dark black ink stain, but his eyes were completely immersed in his own world, scanning the paper up and down. the result of.
"...Okay." He suddenly picked up the tip of the pen, "The deciphering work is completed, just follow the above one by one, right?"
Wen Zheliu perked up and said with a smile: "It's amazing, it's done so quickly!"
Hua Ying and Xue Wenshu watched eagerly from the side. Except for the initial memoir, they did not say anything from the beginning to the end.
Hua Ying took a look at the drafts with flying dragons and phoenixes and elegant handwriting. Just one glance made him feel overwhelmed: "Damn, he is indeed a man who can hold the top spot in several worlds. He is a god..."
He Qin has completed the most difficult and brain-consuming part, and the remaining work is Wen Zheliu. He spelled out all the mantras one by one according to the comparison table that He Qin had completed. Between the symbols, a thin and easy-to-understand stream slowly flowed.
"It's almost done." He also has a good memory. He quickly finished spelling the last word and put down the pen. "It's not that long, brother, look at it."
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He Qin took it and read it at a glance, but the further he read, the stranger his expression became.
There were many long and obscure words in it that Wen Zheliu couldn't recognize. Seeing He Qin's expression, he couldn't help but ask: "What is written on it? Is it a clue to clear the level?"
"No," He Qin said, "There is a... very interesting ritual written on it."