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Chapter 33 "Playing with the Earth" Part Two

Inventing a language in a week?

Is this really possible?

On the second day of counting, the Japs actually raised their hands.

In a few words, the simultaneous interpreter could not find any flaws.

But when I was writing, I was discovered as soon as I reached the second sentence.

Xiaomei said in my ear: "They have adapted all the pronunciation and writing of the fifty tones. No wonder I can't hear the flaws."

I nodded my head, and the next day I thought of this great way to steal chickens.

It seems that they stayed up all night just to change the pronunciation of these fifty words.

The door slowly opened, and the three men in black took out the entire team of Japs.

The time was hard and there were few ways to entertain myself.

And the five of us had no idea where to start.

The man with glasses continued to arrange the pinyin.

I kept watching what was going on between Maozi and Monkey.

Monkeys rarely seem to discuss matters of their own volition.

But Maozi kept getting together to drink.

Oh my god, I pressed the button on my ear and said, "Xiaomei, why can the guy over there drink?"

"Fuck?"

"It's the Russians," I said.

"Oh, they think this can trigger their thinking. We will satisfy them without objection. If you want it, sir, I can buy it for you. It's free."

"It's okay, no need." I said.

Maozi?Russians?A flash of inspiration flashed in my head.

I said to everyone: "I have a solution."

"What can we do?" Everyone gathered around.

"You all know what Maozi means, right?" I said.

"Why are you mentioning the Russians?" said the man with glasses.

"What about the word 囧?" I said.

"I know, what exactly do you want to say." The man with glasses said impatiently.

"I understand." The big man said with a smile.

"What do you understand?" The man with glasses said in confusion.

"Go back five years, do you know what the word "囧" means?" I said.

The man with eyes was silent for a moment, and then said: "That's a good idea."

The fat man said calmly from the side: "This can only solve the pronunciation, what about the words?"

"This is actually very simple. I've thought of the words a long time ago." The big man took out the input method of his mobile phone and switched to Jiugongge and raised it with a smile.

The girl next to him smiled and nodded: "Using the pinyin of Jiugongge, just change the appearance of the nine numbers, right?"

"And I've already thought about this. Do you remember the watch? 11 o'clock is the period and 12 o'clock is the question mark." The big man said, making circles on the paper with a pen.

But there are gaps in each circle, facing where they are not in use.

"9, 6, 2, 4, 6, 4, 11." I said.

"I love you." The girl said with a smile.

There was a sudden silence.

But if you don’t know logic, who can tell that the six crooked circles mean I love you.

"This shouldn't be easy to untie, right?" I said.

"It's not easy, just change every word." The big man said with a smile.

"Without further ado, let's start editing." I said happily.

Then six days passed. During these six days, there was basically no movement from Maozi and Monkey.

But on the last day, both Maozi and Monkey chose to give up.

He was taken out by the man in the suit.

But we are still preparing, and we are all translating and forming new sentences like crazy.

("Ni Le Ci Fu Dong Ba." I said.

"Gai Gaijie Fish and Wine House." The big man replied
"Fa Zeng Ni Bad Ci Wu Dong." The fat man continued. )
We laughed and discussed a language only we understood.

The countdown goes by minute by minute.

I stood up and said, "Do you think it's okay?"

Everyone nodded and raised their hands.

After a few words of conversation, the radio said hesitantly: "Where are your texts."

The big man smiled and drew circles on the paper, then raised it.

"Is this your text?"

"Right? What's wrong?" the big man said.

"Can so many convoluted pronunciations be represented by circles?"

"Of course." The big man said with a smile.

Without telling the process, who can know that our pronunciation and pronunciation are completely two different things.

"Okay, I'll say a sentence to your headset alone. You write it out and show it to your teammates. If they recognize it, it's fine."

The big man nodded his head and started drawing circles on the paper.

9, 6, 6, 3, 6, 8, 6, 6, 4, 4, 8, 6, 5, 3.

"Did we pass this sentence?" I shouted.

"It's unbelievable. You succeeded. My simultaneous interpreters and I can't see any flaws. Please come to the next room."

The five of us followed the man in black to a simple white room.

The layout of the room is simple.

A blond man was just above the position, smiled at everyone and said, "Welcome to join the Freemasonry. The monthly salary will be 10 yuan, which will increase year by year."

This sound is the sound of the radio.

"Does this count as joining?" the man with glasses asked doubtfully.The blond man smiled and said: "The first principle of Freemasonry: You cannot deceive your own people, otherwise you will have nothing? So you joined, it is true."

I nodded my head and said, "You can't cheat after joining the club?"

"No, on the contrary. We deceive no one but our own people," the blond man said with a smile.

"Then can you explain what happened to Jesus and Judas?" the man with glasses said.

"It is indeed true, come on. I will tell you the truth about this world." The blond man's smile did not change.

world?the truth?
I was shocked, the truth of the world.

"Why do you think we Freemasons are so rich?" the blond man said.

"Relying on Christianity's annual operation?" said the man with glasses.

"The spread of Christianity is basically a loss-making business. How can we make money? Take China for example. Every year we distribute milk powder and gifts to believers free of charge. And the donations are all voluntary and we will donate them all. How can we make money? Income?" the blond man said.

"Isn't it about guns and arms? Drug trafficking?" the big man said from the side.

"No, we yearn for peace more than any other country." The blond man said.

Everyone was lost in thought.

The blond man smiled and said: "Do you still remember the moon landing? In fact, most of them are fake. Because of funding problems, we cannot use most of the money to engage in aerospace."

"Impossible, you want to say that the moon landing was fake? Then how do you explain the artificial satellite?" said the man with glasses.

"This is a good question, but I want to tell you. Do you think satellites have to leave the atmosphere? They are actually just placed a little higher than the sky you see." The blond man said.

"You mean the satellite didn't leave the atmosphere!" the big man said in surprise.

"It is difficult for things built by humans to leave the atmosphere, so they need perfect materials. And we businessmen care more about profits. Poor materials will be fragmented in space due to the compression and extraction of air. Satellites just happen to be there. The atmosphere is just floating on the power generated by solar energy. If we really invest a lot of money, we will lose everything." The blond man said.

"This? So what is outside the earth?" I said.

"Of course it's the universe, but humans may not be able to leave the earth. It's like a prison, and we are the ignorant prisoners in the prison. By the way, we also invented this satellite, and the science you are studying now is also ours Invented," the blond man said.

"What the hell? Don't you lie to your own people? Why do every word of this sound like a lie in your mouth?" said the man with glasses.

"Of course, because this is the real truth. We created Christ for the first time by accident, and then defined science 1000 years ago. Invented steam, and why do you think cars use gasoline instead of electricity in the first place? Is it? It’s all money and interests. As for aerospace, several groups of people can perform moon landings in one studio. We create fake rocket launches and fake space landings for countries around the world. NASA is the biggest scam in our aerospace industry. Conspiracy." The blond man said.

"Is this the truth?" the man with glasses said puzzledly.

"We will subvert the world every few hundred years and use it to defraud funds. In the aerospace industry, several major countries have gradually discovered the tricks and reduced their investment. So we need you to complete our latest plan." The blond man said.

"What does it have to do with the language we created?" I said.

"You are very smart, I need you to pretend to be aliens." The blond man said.

"What is all this?" the man with eyes said in confusion.

"We started this project 300 years ago, with rumors about Area 51. Various photos and sightings of alien flying saucers are all paving the way for this plan." The blond man said and pressed a button.

The display window behind the blond man began to open, and inside were three squid-like gray aliens.

Everyone was startled, but if they looked carefully, they could see the alien standing there as if dead.

The blond man said slowly: "Made of silicone, a seventh-generation product. It can accommodate humans of any size disguised as aliens. I will draw lots for you. Tell you the role you need to play. The performance will be tomorrow."

"Tomorrow? Why? Don't you prepare something for us?" the big man said.

"What I want is that it is most natural when you don't know anything. Your performance scripts will be issued after your roles are verified. If successful, your files will be permanent in the Freemasonry. This is even for me. It's up to you to get this kind of honor that even the president can't get." The blond man waved his hand after finishing speaking.

Several strong men came out and took us to our separate rooms.

The five rooms are located next to each other, but there are guards at the door.

We were forced to confiscate our mobile phones and interpretation headsets.

Half an hour later a script came into my hands.

My name is written on the front of the document bag: Han Dong.

Page One: Playing Alien No. 1.

Cast: Alien No. 1-3, Translator No. 1-2.

NASA will fully cooperate with you, and we also have people at important levels among the military senators.

The content in the script is probably only understood by the five of us.

We are asked to use a language of our own creation.

The content is about pretending to be aliens landing on Earth.

Tell humans that there will be an alien invasion in 3000 million years.

Want to have a chance to win.

Tell mankind that it must be unified into one country.

Blast down Mount Everest.

Then the Indian Ocean warm current can come in, and only spring will remain in China.

Make the whole of China more suitable for planting.

Then let all the Chinese population immigrate to Australia.

Then population pressure will cease to exist.

The food supply will also increase exponentially.

And then in co-developing evolutionary science.

But seeing this I knew it was impossible to happen.

There will be Masons in both the opposition and support factions of the Senate.

Because 3000 million years is too long, the plan will only be reviewed indefinitely.

At this time, we only need to raise private funds in the name of Christ or NASA.

A completely impossible plan that could bring in near unlimited funds.

I was stunned after reading it.

At this time the man in the suit walked in, looked at me and said, "Are.you.ready?"

"OK." I nodded with a wry smile.

The alien costume was placed in front of me, and it looked like the real thing after I put it on.

Not seeing any flaws, I walked out and saw two identical aliens.

Of course, there are many differences in appearance. From a glance, they look like a fat man and a big man.

We were taken into the big plane and a map was thrust into our hands.

It looks like a prairie, and in the middle of the map is a crashed alien spacecraft.

Am I going to deceive the world?
(End of this chapter)