Qingchen sat by the bonfire and whispered: "Brother, I have something else."
Shadow used the branches to twig the firewood with interest: "Tell me, what's the matter? You kid used to refuse to believe me, but now you are not polite to me at all. It's great."
Qingchen's eyes lit up: "Does there still be some texts and materials that you can't understand in Qing's family?"
"Hmm?" Shadow was stunned for a moment: "What are you asking for this?"
Qingchen replied: "In fact, this is how Cundi's method comes from. The words it records represent the world belong to ethnic minorities. People in the world do not recognize it, but there is a way to translate it according to the world."
Shadow nodded: "I understand this. Some people on the black market sell this thing specifically, which is quite valuable. They are all sold as antiques. In fact, each consortium also preserves similar documents, and there is even a dedicated team of experts responsible for deciphering, wanting to know what is recorded in those words."
Qingchen thought to himself, isn’t this the same as expressing the world’s efforts to decipher some ancient lost civilizations?
Shadow continued: "These things did not come from the previous civilization era, but from the previous one."
Therefore, the information that Shadow talks about is all existed before the nuclear winter, that is, the era of Ren He, the founder of the Knights.
The information is more than 1,200 years old, which is equivalent to the Tang Dynasty cultural relics representing the world.
There is even a group of people in the black market who specialize in counterfeiting cultural relics, which can almost be faked and real.
Even those who commit fraud cannot understand what the words on the cultural relics mean...
Qingchen looked at the shadow expectantly: "Can you get some for me?"
His transaction with Kunlun is a path of cultivation and inheritance, and it is OK to have Cunti Dharma or not.
Qingchen's guarantee method is to use the Cunti method to exchange for the taboo ACE-004 Black True Eye, but this is the last solution. If possible, he wants to find another new inheritance for Zheng Yuandong from those cultural relics.
At this moment, Shadow thought: "Now all the consortiums have also reacted and know that you have many text systems that exist in the world, so they grabbed the time traveler to translate the text for them. As far as I know, Chen is doing this kind of thing. They split a text into hundreds of independent words and handed it over to different time travelers to express the world to translate it to avoid leaks."
Qingchen frowned. Sure enough, the consortium was not stupid either. Others could naturally think of the methods he could think of.
At this time, Shadow's tone changed: "But if you want it... Qingshi still has some things that have not started to decipher. I'll look for you."
Shadow thought to myself, this baby brother finally asked for help, so this matter must be done.
Thinking of this, he walked into the forest and opened the door to Shadow.
After a while, Shadow came back with two pairs of cultural relics that were framed with glass.
The cultural relics are framed very exquisitely, with numbers on them, and the glass frame is even filled with inert gas to prevent it from oxidizing for a long time.
The first text is a handwritten material. Qingchen recognized it at a glance. Isn’t this in English?
Qingchen took the glass frame and looked at it: "This is a letter."
Shadow said curiously: "Niannian."
Qingchen thought, "Dear brother..."
Shadow: "Hmm?"
Qingchen: "...it is written on the letter, and Westerners like to add such words at the beginning of the letter."
"Oh," Shadow nodded: "Continue to recite, read again..."
Qingchen said: "Dear brother, I live a good life here. Life in China is very convenient. The Didi private car under Qinghe Group is very convenient and cheap. You don't even have to carry cash when you go out. Life here is very safe. You don't have to worry about someone robbing with a gun in the middle of the night..."
Shadow was listening with relish, but Qingchen stopped and he looked up: "Remember?"
Qingchen spread his hands: "That's all."
Shadow muttered: "The ancestors have kept the cultural relics for so long, but they actually wrote such a little letter to their homes? Isn't that a big deal?"
When he used this thing to present treasure to his younger brother, he thought it would be very useful.
Shadow pointed to another pasted glass frame: "Look at that, what is written on that one? It seems that there are many kinds of words."
Qingchen took a look and found that it was a pretty well-preserved white coated paper. The original version seemed to be a large piece, but now only a small piece is left.
He just took a look and found something was wrong.
The top of the coated paper is written in English...instructions.
This is the instruction manual for a headset...
Qingchen couldn't laugh and cry: "This is useless, it's just a headphone instruction manual."
Shadow's face was completely unhooked: "You are waiting here, I'll go back!"
As he said that, he walked into the woods to open the Shadow Gate, with a little murderous aura on his face.
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City 10, Caramel Bar underground.
Old Shen was siping a small sip of white wine, and looked up and saw a shadow suddenly walking in: "Hey, have you gone out with Qingchen to play? Why do you have time to come back to see me, the old man?"
Shadow picked up the wine bottle on the table and poured himself a glass. He said, "Take out all the mysterious text files in the archive that have been deciphered and not deciphered."
Qing Shen widened his eyes: "What are you going to do? But life is here? The translation has just started in Sinianhua, and he hasn't found anything useful yet."
"Don't worry about this," said Shadow. "In addition, tell all the secret spies to send out their own harriers and informants to turn the federal black market into the sky, and don't want anything else, but find all the mysterious texts for me!"
Old Shen looked at the shadow in shock, not knowing what was going crazy in the middle of the night.
He said: "You can give it to you now, but the black market is... You can give the secret spies some time, after all, it takes time to search the house."
Shadow thought for a while: "I'll only wait 24 hours."
Old Shen curled his lips: "It must be Qingchen needs it. As soon as he touched him, you started to be unreasonable and unruly."
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No. 10 forbidden land by the lake.
Qingye and others returned from the jungle, carrying a wild boar.
Qing Kui explained to Qing Chen: "Little boss, we have not gone deep into the hinterland, so we can only find this kind of ordinary wild game now. Maybe we can get some delicious food in a few days."
Qingchen smiled and said, "It's already very good."
At this time, Zard found another refining fruit and put it on his head. He fiddled with the fruit on his head and asked Qingchen: "Is it good?"
Qingchen remembered the rules of the Forbidden Land No. 10: "Look good, look good..."
Zard laughed happily and said, "7 days free limited skin, very cool!"
Qingchen: "..."
On the other side.
In fact, Ma Jingjing felt a little numb when he saw Zard.
Especially when I saw the saplings on the other person's head, I immediately remembered the fear of being ruled by the saplings on the snowfield more than three days ago.
Everything happened too quickly at that time. When Ma Jingjing saw Zard's sapling, everything was too late.
Before he could react, Zard was pulled into the snow pit.
So, when someone advised Ma Jingjing to hug her thighs.
As soon as Ma Jingjing got up, she sat down again after seeing Zard's figure...
My thighs are too thick and I can't hold them.
The Lord of Day comes to you and walks sideways in the school. How could they hug your thighs just by saying that?
When he returned a few days ago, Ma Jingjing even enjoyed the secret pleasure of "We know who Qingchen is, but Qingchen still doesn't know that we are also time travelers."
Thinking of this information difference advantage made the four people slightly excited.
But now...
"You said...will he already know that we used him to earn traffic at school? That Zard is very active on the forum," Ma Jingjing asked carefully.
"President Zheng's secret technique," Yi Wenbo calmly analyzed: "According to my guess, Principal Zheng should be a master above level A. As long as the level does not exceed him, the people inside the college will not be able to disclose any information there to the outside world. Even the members of Baiyue cannot be A. Qingchen has not yet reported to the college, and the members of Baiyue cannot disclose the matter there to Qingchen... At least he should not know yet..."
Yi Wenbo means that although he will die, he should be able to die later...
At this time, Li Mengyun said quietly beside him: "Did you forget that he is the school director? Even if he has not reported it, he doesn't have to be bound by the secret technique..."
Ma Jingjing was stunned for a moment, immediately stood up, and walked to Qingchen and the bonfire with three other people: "I'm sorry..."
His attitude was extremely sincere, and he almost knelt down for Qingchen.
Qingchen smiled and looked at them: "It's okay, it doesn't matter if you post something on the college forum. You are also very smart and have not involved some secrets. You can continue to post it, just be cautious. I saw you in school before, but I didn't say hello."
Ma Jingjing was stunned for a moment, and he immediately reacted: "Big Boss, are you in the academy?! Everyone said you have not come to report it yet."
"I'm here," Qingchen nodded with a smile.
Yi Wenbo has a quick thinking: "Disguise."
Ma Jingjing understood, and he asked curiously: "What is your identity in school... It's not right, it should be inconvenient for you to say that you are the school director. Which college do you think is good?"
Qingchen thought for a while and replied: "I went to the School of Science and Technology. Although I have become the headmaster, I still love studying..."
Chen Sui went to the School of Science and Technology.
At this time, Qingchen wanted to use Ma Jingjing and the others to confirm some people's guesses about his identity.
Let Chen Sui take the blame more steadily.
While talking.
The shadow came out of the woods again.
There was still a pile of thick information in my arms.