Chapter 453 (1/2)

When Aoki first saw the symbols on the ground, he had an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Some things in the depths of my mind are crawling out, rustling like insects. When I can't climb out, I will bite his brain.

This is not the first time. Every time he thinks deeply about things, especially about his own past, his head hurts as much as it does now.

He once doubted whether he was infected with gray brain virus. If his subconscious mind was not still able to use it freely, he even suspected that a shadow had occupied his brain.

In the past, in such a situation, he was bound to stop thinking, stretch lazily, and then light a cigarette. Now, his cigarettes are blistered. Without smoking, his brain can't secrete more dopamine to inhibit nerve pain.

His mind is now like a boiling hot pot. The symbols on the ground have become delicious ingredients. They are crumpled and thrown into the pot, mixed with his brain, and tossed up and down with red pepper oil and dotted pepper particles.

He grinned and winked at those things and said, ”I seem to understand a little...”

Everyone looked at him and waited for him to speak - if you understand a little, say it and explain it to everyone.

But Aoki couldn't say it. It's not that he's lying, but that he doesn't know what to say. You really can't explain to a foreigner who hasn't eaten Chinese food what hot pot is and what's inside!

The crow moved gently on his head: ”quack, I told you not to brag casually! There are linguists here. It's wrong for you to brag about linguistics in front of a linguist! Quack! Just like no one can brag about making sauce elbows in front of Ruhua...”

Aoki reached over his head and grabbed the crow's ankle. The crow was startled, flapped his wings and shouted, ”Hey, come on, I'm just kidding, quack, don't throw me!”

Aoki didn't throw it away, but grabbed its feet and scratched on his head, as if his scalp was itchy. Scratching would be more comfortable.

”Wow, cool!” the crow immediately scratched his scalp. ”Can't you have lice?”

Su Huilan said, ”Aoki, what do you understand? Say it quickly.”

Aoki said: ”what I see is fragmented information, which can not be completely put together into meaningful things, so I don't know how to say it, but I do understand a little.”

Mrs. Larry encouraged: ”then describe the fragment information you see, even if it is only a little bit. The language decoding is like this. When Shang Boliang decodes the Egyptian holy script, he only starts with the name of a Pharaoh. You just need to give me a hint. Maybe we can translate the text completely with our cooperation.”

Aoki shook his head and said, ”no, madam, it's difficult for me to describe, because what I see can't be converted into language. What I see is a lot of patterns. I don't know what that means.”

”Pattern? What I see is also a pattern. What madam painted on the ground is a pattern. Who saw it, didn't he?” petru said.