[Quick Transmigration] The Truman Show

The prime numbers, which were so humble in the dust and could only look up, have gained a new life.

It turns out that 3 is really a lucky prime number.

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Truman was fished out of the prison in country X by the embassy of the empire in country X.

Because the A320 airliner has no record of route, let alone authorization, the moment it touched the radar detection area of ​​the airspace of country X, it was directly shot down by the artillery shells of country X's military fighter jets and sank into the sea.

But fortunately, the plane did not explode.

When country X sent the navy to search, they found the pilot of the A320 passenger plane. After being caught on board, Truman was directly arrested in the name of espionage and aviation violations, and sent to a prison cell.

From the moment Trumanshow broadcast the A320 airliner into the air, the Imperial Air Force has been eyeing the aircraft, but failed to intercept it in time, watching the A320 airliner fly towards the airspace of Country X.Afterwards, the commander-in-chief of the air force urgently contacted the imperial embassy in country X, and through warnings and pressure, he was rescued.

Truman saw the heroic pilot again in the hospital, and now he has the rank of general and serves as the commander-in-chief of the air force.

He is 37 years old, but his face is still as familiar as Truman's memory, still clear, because of the traces of the years, he is a little more mature, his skin is slightly dark, and his outline is colder than before, but Truman feels that, His whole feeling was much milder than ten years ago.

The moment Truman saw him, his eyes lit up, "Sir! You really came."

He put the fruit he bought on the table, deliberately picked the biggest apple out of it, and then sat down beside Truman, with a smile in his voice, "Waiting for me for a long time?"

Truman saw the curvature of his mouth again.

He seems to laugh more than he did ten years ago.

The numbers in the smile got bigger, but they were still perfect.

Truman still likes it as hell.

……

Truman whispered, "Did I cause you trouble?"

He didn't speak, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to see through people.

Truman avoided his sight guiltily, crossed his fingers nervously, and tapped the Morse code unconsciously on the back of his hand between his fingers:

<sorry>

Seeing Truman's small movements, the smile on his lips deepened, but he teased with a serious face, "Well, it's a little troublesome, but fortunately you didn't mean it."

Truman felt even more guilty, thinking about how to skip this topic, but his fingers confessed:

<I did it on purpose>

"Oh? So it was intentional——"

Truman's right hand held down the fidgeting fingers of his left hand in distaste, pinched the culprit who didn't obey orders, and then said a little aggrieved, "I can't find you, so I can only ask you to take the initiative to find you." I."

While peeling an apple with a saber, he teased the child, "What do you want me to ask you for?"

Truman's mind became hot, and he stretched out his hand to grab his hand that was peeling an apple. Realizing what he had done, the roots of his ears turned red, but he still stared straight at him, struggling with how to speak, his fingers subconsciously tapping on his wrist:

<I miss you so much>

He didn't look up, and waited for Truman to let go before continuing to peel the fruit.His hands were well-articulated, slender and powerful, and looked very good-looking. Although the saber in his hand stopped and stopped, the peeled apple skin was still intact, and his movements were graceful and rhythmic.

Truman read out the rhythmic frequency as he peeled the fruit:

<The following is not an example>

Flying into country X's airspace intentionally, intentionally causing the plane to be sunk into the sea, he said it would not be an example—so, he stopped being angry, and he accepted his apology.

Truman's heart was beating wildly, and he began to be secretly happy again, until Shi Kuang handed over the apple that Shi Kuang had peeled——

The smile on the corner of his mouth froze instantly, Truman especially didn't like apples.

Anyone who's seen reality TV knows that.

But does he know?

Truman was not sure, and began to deduce the answer in his mind...

……

Not picking up the apple, he teased Truman again, "Don't you like eating apples?"

Truman took the apple with stiff hands, held it to his mouth, puffed out his cheeks, grimaced, and gnawed it bit by bit.

Just as Truman was about to speak to divert his attention, he choked him back with a single sentence—"Let's talk after eating, it's easy to choke when talking."

Truman stared at the apple in his hand with bitterness and hatred on his face, and then he gnashed his teeth like taking bitter Chinese medicine, and gnawed the apple quickly.

Truman quickly threw away the apple core that he hadn't chewed clean, and began to divert his attention again with a guilty conscience, "Have you seen the oil painting I painted?"

"What painting?" The arc of his mouth is still hard to detect, but the numbers are still fascinating.

Truman didn't care what he said at all, his eyes were fixed on the number at the corner of his mouth.

His numbers are saying: I see it.

Truman's heart started to set off fireworks again, it was so brilliant that the corners of his mouth raised unconsciously.

"I've always wanted to ask you," Truman took a deep breath, ready to ask a question, but in the end, he just touched the fabric of his thigh with his fingers and tapped:

<do you like it>

"Do you want me to praise you?"

Truman didn't speak, his ears turned red secretly, and his fingers continued to tap on his thigh seriously and honestly:

<This is for you to see alone>

He was stunned for a moment, then smiled lightly, "The painting is not bad."

He laughed again, Truman thought.

Truman's heartbeat began to speed up again, and after he calmed down for a long time, he stared into his eyes and proudly declared, "I, I know your name."

He couldn't help but reached out and rubbed the child's head, "You want me to praise you again?"

"Yeah." Truman stared at him intently.

"Then tell me."

"Five-fold encryption," Truman said with some pride in his eyebrows, speaking quickly, "The first layer is Morse code, followed by Caesar code, alphabet encryption, keyboard encryption, and the last layer is fence code."

"Okay, what else?"

"Also—the key of the Caesar cipher and the fence cipher are both 3." Speaking of this, Truman's heart beat faster, and he asked a little stammeringly, "You, why did you think of using the number 3?"

When he tested the key of 3, Truman was stunned and couldn't believe it, and then he was overwhelmed by ecstatic emotions.

Because the prime number 3 is too special to Truman.

The prime numbers that were originally humbled into the dust and could only be looked up at suddenly had different interpretations.

It turns out that 3 is really a lucky prime number.

……

Seeing Truman's nervous and hopeful face, he couldn't help but want to tease him; he deliberately kept silent and frowned, pretending to think for a long time, and finally said, "Because your birthday is on the 3rd."

"Yeah." Truman finally remembered how to breathe.

It's your birthday too, Truman thought.

"How long did it take?" he asked again.

Truman's eyes dimmed instantly, "37 days." In fact, it could be a little faster, but he didn't expect that it turned out to be five Chinese characters, but his words are also nice.

"Not bad, after all, short codes are the most difficult to decipher; tell me, what reward do you want?"

Truman began to get nervous again, muttering, with an unnatural expression on his face, but his hand was uncontrollably tightened around Shi Kuang's wrist, and his fingers slowly touched his pulse again, feeling the pulse. The beating of his pulse, the beating of his heart—Truman's finger moved, and the frequency of tapping his fingertips cleverly fit into the beating frequency of his heart, and they combined into one sentence:

<I want to call your name>

He didn't expect such a request, and asked, "Why?"

"I just want to make sure that you are real."

"What kind of fruit do you like?" He took the bedside fruit bag and asked.

He didn't say he agreed or disagreed...

Truman looked at the bag of fruit in a daze, and then stiffened like a conditioned reflex——

Apples, tomatoes, cherry tomatoes.

"Is there no one you like? If you like it," he said with a smile in his eyes, "just pick four as my answer. If you don't like it, of course you can abstain."

"Four?" Truman's eyes lit up.

"Ah."

Truman solemnly picked out an apple, a cherry tomato, a tomato, and a cherry tomato, and then asked him expectantly, "Is the message valid?"

He smiled and said, "It will be effective if you eat it."

Truman put one of the apples back into the bag, raised his head and explained to him, "I've already eaten an apple."

He laughed.

Truman sat up straight with his back tensed, took a deep breath, and announced, "I'm going to start eating."

"Eat, I'll watch."

……

One tomato, two cherry tomatoes, Truman raised his head, lowered his eyes, expressionless, gnawed for four or ten minutes, and always let the tomato juice drip on the white quilt on purpose.Matching the frequency of tomato juice dripping down, the long eyelashes trembled unconsciously, the combined frequency honestly and sincerely spoke from the heart——

<I don't like tomatoes>

<I don’t like apples either>

<especially dislike>

<I know you did it on purpose>

<But I'm still happy>

<Because you are always with me>

……

After Truman finished eating, the corners of his mouth were dirty, but his eyes were frighteningly bright, "Is it effective?"

He couldn't help laughing, took a tissue and wiped the child's mouth from left to right: one long, one short, one long, one short.

agreed.

Truman's heart was beating wildly. Looking into his eyes, he solemnly read his name, "Shi Kuang, Shi Ziye."

The author has something to say:

All the <…> brackets in the text are the plaintext corresponding to Morse code.

The plain text deciphered in the last layer is Pinyin (SHIKUANGSHIZIYE). How Truman deduced from Pinyin to the corresponding Chinese characters, the answer is in Chapter 15 - the first oil painting that Truman painted when he was eight years old, and the corresponding book list.