Fake your identity!

As soon as this sentence came out, whether it was Delhi or Yuan Xingguo, they were all stunned.

Old Man Yuan was purely because he didn't understand what they were talking about, after all, he was not good at English.

Suddenly I heard them say that they were forging their identities, and I felt inexplicable.

Delhi's mind was blank, and he couldn't figure out what it meant to fake his identity!

He wondered, "What to fake, why do we fake our identities?" ”

"Could it be that by forging our identities, the king will let us go?"

"Even if we want to fake our identity, what kind of identity should we fake. Do you expect this alien king to know about the American Federation, the East Ying, the empire on which the sun never sets, and our world? ”

Derry let out a barrage of soul questions.

He really couldn't figure out the use of this fake identity.

Ichiro Murakami smiled confidently, "Before we came to the bath, I noticed the living environment of Asahikoku. ”

"Their way of life is very primitive, very simple wooden houses, ordinary pottery, not even a single thing that can be called mechanical, there is no trace of modern civilization at all, and the standard of living is still stuck in BC."

"In addition, you have noticed that there is no sign in front of the bathroom door, and the text used on it is simplified Chinese characters."

Delhi's face was full of confusion, and he was already stupid.

He couldn't hear it at all, and what these analyses had to do with the fake identity he just mentioned.

Without waiting for him to urge, Murakami continued to explain: "The simplified Chinese character of Huaxia was born less than 100 years ago, and it is a font that has only begun to be popularized and used in modern times. ”

"The text used by Xuguo is simplified Chinese characters, which shows that they had very close contact with modern Chinese people and learned simplified Chinese characters from each other."

This also means that the level of civilization here was very backward before this, and there may not have been a unified written language recognized by the tribes. This is also in line with the scenes I have seen before, with rough pottery, the level of rudimentary and primitive wooden houses. ”

Delhi heard this and tasted a little.

He said thoughtfully, "So, you think that the king of the alien race is not ignorant of the modern world, but what he knows may be very limited. ”

"But I still don't understand, what does this have to do with our disguised identity, and how do we disguise our identity?"

He looked at Murakami Ichiro suspiciously, his eyes no longer had the contempt and impatience he had before, and there was more respect.

Delhi has now identified with Ichiro Murakura.

At least he admits that he didn't notice what Ichiro Muramura was talking about.

And it is amazing that Ichiro Muramura can observe so carefully in such a dangerous environment and come to such excellent conclusions keenly.

As for whether the king here will be a Chinese, no one has considered this issue.

How could an ordinary Chinese subjugate so many aliens, it was an alien race that could use magic!

It is impossible for a sheep to lead a herd of lions.

So, it's impossible!

Isn't it normal for a U.S. Federation fighter jet during World War II to come here, and a Chinese man came here unintentionally, and was captured by aliens and taught them Chinese.

Fair and reasonable!

Murakami was relieved that Delhi finally understood what he meant, and continued to analyze like a military advisor: "It is not advisable for a wise king to blindly set up enemies, especially those who are unusually powerful. ”

"If we want to live, we must let the king know that our identity is worth living, and that he can't kill us."

Delhi frowned at times, and the corners of his mouth turned up slightly.

He finally understood what Murakami meant thoroughly.

But he still has doubts.

Derry pondered: "Mr. Murakami's analysis is like the teachings of a priest, which is very touching. ”

"It is not easy to observe so much in such a dangerous environment and make such a calm analysis."

"But what kind of identity should we disguise ourselves in order to convince the alien king?"

"They are magical creatures, and we can't be sure they don't have magic that can detect if we're lying. If the other party finds out that we are lying, it will not anger the other person. ”

Sanchis smiled heartily, "Mr. Derry has overlooked one point. ”

"What if we're telling the truth?"

He and Murakahiro looked at each other, showing a confident and proud smile, and there was a sense of satisfaction in sympathy.

Confidant!

Derry's face was bewildered.

Truth?

Didn't you just say that you were going to fake your identity?

This.......

Seeing that Derry still didn't understand, Murakami explained patiently: "Speaking is an art, and lying is an absolute art." ”

"For example, Mr. Delhi has introduced before that your family mainly sells grain to some small countries that are short of food, and exchanges grain from the US Federation for various rarer materials to earn the difference. And because of this, he was personally entertained by many high-ranking officials of small countries, and even leaders of small countries. ”

Delhi nodded in approval.

Prior to this, they had introduced each other in detail and had a certain understanding of each other's situation.

His family is in the grain business.

It is also true that he was entertained by high-ranking officials and lords of small countries.

The identity of the U.S. federal grain merchant is very useful and respected in many places.

Ichiro Muramura continued: "So in a sense, Mr. Delhi's family is a close partner of many countries, and as a result, they have been entertained by many countries, and they are their guests. ”

"For another example, Mr. Yuan once presided over a state banquet in China and cooked dishes for the leaders of many countries."

"So Mr. Yuan is a top chef who has served many lords and has been appreciated and sought after by many lords, and there is no problem."

Delhi's eyes widened, and this was all understood.

He didn't know what else to say in order to express his feelings except admiration.

Genius plan!

True or false!

It can even be said that there is not a single lie!

This is the art of lying!

Even if this alien country had monsters that could detect lies, it would be impossible to see through such a true lie without lies!

Hearing this, Delhi was filled with hope for the future, and happily discussed with the crowd how to play the art of lying, and how to speak appropriately after meeting the king of a foreign race.

In order to let Old Man Yuan understand their plan, Murakami Ichiro also explained it very patiently for Old Man Yuan.

Because in this plan, Old Man Yuan's cooking skills are one of their most important hole cards.

No one can resist the temptation of good food!

A skilled chef can add convincing power to their lies!

While the victims were plotting, Yang Xu was lying in Wang's luxurious private bathroom, enjoying the service of the four beauties, thinking about the problem.

A very important question!

In front of him was a wooden hanger filled with the clothes of men and women.

It was the clothes of Afra and the others.

Seeing these clothes full of modern atmosphere, Yang Xu's eyes narrowed slightly, and his expression became subtle, and he was already in a state of mind that was already like an ancient well, and he couldn't help but ripple.

As early as when he heard that someone could speak Chinese, Yang Xu had a very subtle idea, but he couldn't and didn't dare to be sure.

After all, how could it be so coincidental that everyone traveled to the same place at the same time?

This crossing, is it also popular to get together.

But now seeing these clothes, as well as the labels on individual clothes, Yang Xu has completely determined the identity of the outsider.

Made in China！

Although almost all of his English has been returned to the teacher, it is too difficult to forget this sentence.

Made in China!

That's a sign of the times!

Yang Xu leaned on the edge of the bath with a good wooden plank, his eyelids drooped slightly, his hands rubbed his eyebrows, and the waves in his heart continued to expand, and finally turned into stormy waves.

Hammer!

Haven't I crossed over, but I'm still on Earth?

Compared with the possibility of everyone collectively crossing into the same different world, Yang Xu still feels that it is more likely that he has not crossed over.