The Uncanny Valley Travel Guide

"Wait, wait," Hua Ying suddenly reacted, "Brother, are you an insider?"

"It's just a low-level social animal," He Qin said lightly, "It's a little bit close to the research and development work of Uncanny Valley. In fact, what they do is basically hidden from me, and I don't let me know the specific content."

Wen Zheliu sat opposite him silently, not revealing anything.

The bottom social animal, the bottom fart...

However, both Hua Ying and Xue Wenshu seemed to believe it was true, and just said, "I see."

"Then you're half an expert." Hua Ying sighed, "N-Star company, the job of the golden rice bowl, hey."

Wen Zheliu heard the distress in his words, couldn't help raising his eyes, and glanced at his face wearing sunglasses.

"I know the scale of N-Star is huge... But, is the job there really that reliable?"

His uncle Liu Jianzhang's position was slightly related to this giant enterprise, and he always boasted to the outside world that he was the director of a subsidiary in the N-Star division.But Wen Zheliu was clear in his heart that his unit was just a factory for producing small parts needed by N-Star.During the summer vacation, the owner of the fast food restaurant where he worked part-time also often sighed that if the children in the future are promising, they can go to N-Star to find a job, and they will be settled 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 within reach... Wen Zheliu always thought that, in addition to the game world, My own life will no longer have any connection with this behemoth that changes the world.Unexpectedly, his parents were actually senior researchers of N-Star Company before their death, and his current lover even occupies 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 research.

Wen Zheliu said: "You are a fan of the authorities, I want to hear from the bystanders."

Hua Ying laughed self-deprecatingly: "Hey, as long as you don't go in to sweep the floor, serve the dishes and wash the dishes, why can't you brag that you work in Company N?"

"Hello, N-Star doesn't need manual sweeping, carrying dishes and washing dishes." He Qin added coldly, "Intelligent systems and fully automatic mechanized facilities replaced all of these as early as the end of the last century. The highest human position is that of a restaurant cook."

Wen Zheliu: "...You said this purely because you were replaced by Pepsi by the cook."

"..." Hua Ying dejectedly said, "Okay, okay, I'm just a MADAO! I couldn't find a job in real life, so I'm a good-for-nothing..."

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 good mechanic yourself, and the team you lead has even entered the top [-] rankings. This is already a very top combat power in Uncanny Valley."

"And," he added, "didn't you say you wanted to beat us before, where did the momentum go?"

Hua Ying covered his face in distress, put his fingers through the sunglasses, scratched his face, and stretched the entire vicissitudes of his face.

"I'm an inferior person!" he exclaimed unhappily. "Because I'm old and have weird fingers, I was laughed at by my classmates since I was a child. Damn, what's wrong with my old fingers? It's my fault." What! It caused me to start social terror in elementary school. After entering middle school, I finally found some comfort in Two-dimensional, and was called a dead house again..."

Wen Zheliu couldn't help being moved, and couldn't help but sternly said: "So, you are also Two-dimensional."

"Damn, you're only Two-dimensional!" Hua Ying said angrily, "After I got in touch with Nova City, I found my direction as a mechanic, and I was welcomed by those big guilds for a while. But my temperament Just like that, I couldn't bear the high-intensity operation frequency of the Grand Council, and then I was disgusted by others."

"Well," Wen Zheliu commented, "You are not suitable for such a formal job position."

"That's right." Hua Ying nodded, "I'm an inspiration player. If the deadline is imminent, I can force something. It was really super fast. Later, I thought, since I can’t be a horse boy, I should be a big brother, at worst, form a team and go to Uncanny Valley to have fun, and I’ll come in when it’s over.”

Wen Zheliu said: "It's a crooked attack, this is..."

"It's funny to say," Hua Ying spread his hands, "How did our whole team pass the level in the first world? It's completely ideal! Treat those hatchets and crowbars as classic ACG weapons, relying on super awesome equipment all the way Anal past!"

Wen Zheliu: "...Uh, this usage seems very familiar..."

"So, we are a dead house team, and our harsh words are only used to exercise our courage. If we can really face the difficulties in life with the consciousness of death, we will already be full of cash, so we don't need to rely on games Fill your soul."

He Qin turned 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 say. The game mechanism of Uncanny Valley is very changeable. Any type Any team can make a difference in it, and I believe in you."

Hua Ying said listlessly: "Thank you, brother. Thank you for your good words. I hope our team can grow up in the end."

"Okay, come and have a look." He Qin said, "I understand roughly, you can take a look at the contents of this notebook."

Wen Zheliu hurried over, waiting for his detailed explanation.

"Since this thing is probably an imitation based on ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs, it must have similarities with the original." 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 name of the pharaoh is always marked with a special oval frame, And these hieroglyphs with frames are called 'shell casings' by the French."

Wen Zheliu asked: "Do you mean that the meaning of these mantras enclosed in a snake-shaped frame is equivalent to the name of the pharaoh in the original text?"

"That's right," 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."

"... Theresa," Wen Zheliu murmured, "Holy Sister Theresa."

"C—e—r—e—z—a," He Qin spelled out the six English letters fluently on the paper, "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 spells in sequence.

Wen Zheliu couldn't help exclaiming.

"It looked pretty easy," he said.

"After all, it's a commodity for the public, so it's impossible to make it so difficult." He Qin frowned slightly, and said in a deep voice.

"Next, let's bring these symbols into it." He crossed out the symbols with the snake-shaped frame in the original text one by one, and filled in the name of Theresa.

On the three-page ghost painting talisman, sporadic names of people appeared immediately.

The pen in his hand didn't come out smoothly, so He Qin shook his hand: "Next, we need to judge whether these things belong to the phonetic or ideographic system according to the comparison table."

Wen Zheliu asked nervously, "What should I do?"

He Qin wiped off the ink from his pen, and said absent-mindedly: "Shang Boliang learned Coptic since he was a child, and used the pronunciation of the sun to analyze the name of Ramses, and only then did he know the system of ancient Egyptian hieroglyphs...Of course, we It’s much easier than it was back then.”

He opened the comparison table, pondered for a moment, and said: "26 English letters, plus the name translated just now, and the spelling method of a few letters is unknown... Ningning."

Wen Zheliu was suddenly called by his name, and somehow felt a trembling feeling of being called out in class. He straightened up subconsciously: "Yes, what's wrong?"

"If you were the person who transcribed this cult atlas, what do you think its predecessor text would be?"

Wen Zheliu was taken aback for a moment, then thought carefully.

"Judging from the clues of the first world and various subsequent manifestations, Teresa's teachings are based on Christianity..." He frowned, "Hebrew, the language that records the Bible is not Is it Hebrew? I think they should have evolved from that."

He Qin raised the corners of his lips and smiled softly: "You treat your brother as a fairy, can you quickly learn Hebrew now?"

"However," before Wen Zheliu retracted his guess, he continued, "It's a well-founded idea, let me try it."

He picked up a draft at random, moved his pen like flying, and muttered words: "Hebrew has no vowels, only 22 consonant letters... Exclude A, E, I, O, U in the form, what else? Vowels exclude W and Y, Czech excludes an R..."

The nib of his pen faltered, and after finishing the last stroke, he suddenly stopped on the paper, forming a dark black ink blot, but those eyes were completely immersed in his own world, scanning the paper up and down the result of.

"...Okay." He suddenly pulled out the nib of the pen, "The deciphering work is complete, follow the above one by one, right?"

Wen Zheliu lifted his spirits, smiled and said: "It's amazing, it's finished so quickly!"

Hua Ying and Xue Wenshu watched eagerly from the sidelines, except for the very beginning of the memoir, they didn't say anything from the beginning to the end.

Hua Ying glanced at the flamboyant drafts with elegant handwriting, just glanced at them, and felt dizzy: "Damn, he really deserves to be the man who can win several top rankings in the world, god..."

He Qin had finished the most difficult and thought-consuming part, and the rest of the work was for Wen Zheliu.He spelled out all the mantras one by one according to He Qin's supplementary comparison table, and a stream of fine and easy-to-understand water slowly flowed between the symbols.

"It's almost there." He is also a person with an excellent memory. He quickly spelled out the last word and put down the pen. "It wasn't too long, brother, take a look."

He Qin took it and read it ten lines at a glance, but the further he read, the weirder his expression became.

There are many long and obscure words in it that Wen Zheliu can't recognize. Seeing He Qin's expression, he couldn't help asking: "What is written on it, is it a clue to clear the customs?"

"No," He Qin said, "There is a...very interesting ceremony written on it."