Chapter 13 Breaking off Diplomacy
Chapter 13 Breaking off Diplomacy
The two triggers did not actually combine into a book, but opened a new list——
Gu Lu struggled to get up. With a "click" sound, the main beam of the sofa broke. Without the supporting cushion, the seat instantly sank.
The intuitive feeling is that the sofa has become a spirit and swallowed up Gu Lu himself.
"It's a bit confusing. I know you're anxious, but don't worry. Just sort things out one by one."
Gu Lu said to himself.
"According to the same pattern as last time, why can I trigger it this time?" Gu Lu looked at the three labels.
After thinking for a moment, he looked as if he had suddenly realized something.
"Isn't it possible that the novel I drew this time is by Edogawa Ranpo?"
Three labels: [weird stories], [multiple stops writing], and [created awards]. First of all, there is no need to say much about the types of Ranpo's novels. The contents are bizarre and tortuous. He has written about necrophilia, fetishism, voyeurism, cross-dressing, etc.
In addition, Edogawa Ranpo is known as the father of Neon mystery novels, but he was very fragile inside. After a critic at the time published a commentary titled "Ranpo's detective novels are dead," he stopped writing.
Thanks to a writer who was a fan of the book and wrote a review titled "Ranpo is about to be resurrected", I started writing again. Since then, I have written three times. Of course, the last time was to protest against my country's invasion and to fight against militarist literature.
Unlike later awards that were given in honor of writers, the Edogawa Ranpo Prize was established by donating his own savings.
"My trigger point should be that I sank into the sofa just now, which is a bit similar to the perverted craftsman who hid himself in the sofa in "The Human Chair"."
Gu Lu then corrected the setting of his own cheat code, "If there are similar lines or keywords (passing on the mouth), plus you have similar items in the novel, you can synthesize the work."
"Should there be two synthesis sequences, one for the item and one for the lines?" Gu Lu proposed a new guess.
If it is really "The Human Chair", then the work should be a collection of short stories by Ranpo, which Gu Lu had read in his previous life.
As for the keyword synthesis column, it is not clear what the work is at present, but for the item synthesis column, Gu Lu at least has a goal, such as whether he can induce others to say similar words.
The idea is good, but it is impossible to achieve in reality. The plot of Ranpo's novel does have some influence on me, but the words in it leave a vague impression on me.
"They are all collections of short stories. Could it be that the book with the most translated words in modern Germany is also one of them?"
At night, fall asleep.
The next day, it was cloudy and rainy, and pedestrians coming and going were holding umbrellas.
Gu Lu looked carefully at the road under his feet. The infrastructure in the Fog City in 2012 was really bad, especially the ferry area. The paved tiles were like landmines. You didn't know which bricks had gaps under them. If you were hit, sewage would splash everywhere.
The rain kept falling and the atmosphere was not very harmonious. Gu Lu was not very happy because he was hit and his trouser legs were wet and dirty.
Washing pants is easy, but washing shoes by yourself is troublesome. These troubles are also one of the causes of unhappiness. When Gu Lu arrived at the classroom, he saw that many boarding students had wet hair, especially the male students.
Today's morning reading class is Chinese. Teacher Li will be here, and we can ask about the Ye Shengtao Cup then.
Then this afternoon, the fat boss submitted the article to participate in the Bingxin Cup preliminary competition. Gu Lu also arranged his own
"Why is your hair wet?" Gu Lu glanced at the side.
"It wasn't raining so heavily when I left the dormitory for breakfast, so I just wanted to run a few steps. But when I finished eating and left the cafeteria, it started to rain heavily." Zhou Lin said, wiping the water off the ends of her hair with a tissue in her pocket.
"Don't catch a cold." Gu Lu said.
"I often get caught in the rain, how can I catch a cold because of such a small thing?" Zhou Lin said.
Young people are really in good health, Gu Lu muttered to himself, that’s not right, he is also a young man now.
Zhou Lin took out a small mirror from her schoolbag, fixed her hair, and pulled out one or two strands of hair. As she was fixing her hair, she found that her nose, eyes, and hairstyle were really, really... so beautiful!
"Hey, do you think I look good in this look?" Zhou Lin poked his deskmate with his elbow.
"Is it true or a lie?" Gu Lu asked back.
"The truth," Zhou Lin asked, "Let me tell you the truth first."
"It doesn't look good." said Gu Lu.
"What's the lie?" Zhou Lin asked with his eyes wide open.
Gu Lu said, "It's okay, so-so." "You've mixed up the truth and lies, haven't you?" Zhou Lin said.
"No." Gu Lu said decisively.
"Break up!" Zhou Lin turned her head and left Gu Lu with a high ponytail.
Until the end of the first class, the desk mate didn't say a word to Gu Lu, and didn't pass notes during class.
Gu Lu would still occasionally listen to Chinese class.
"Gu Lu, come to the office." After saying that, Teacher Li threw the teaching materials and textbooks on the desk and left the classroom.
The matter of Ye Bei was settled, and Gu Lu entered the teacher's office almost at the same time as Teacher Li.
But as soon as I walked in, I heard the shrill voice of my math teacher.
"Did this kid fight with his classmates again?"
"Oh no, he wants to participate in a national essay competition." said Teacher Li.
Gu Lu originally thought that Teacher Yan would say something mean to him. After all, in the impression of the students, including the original self, math teachers were the most harsh.
Unexpectedly, I heard the math teacher say, "National essay competition? I think I've heard that if you write a good essay, you can get admitted. Yes, this is also a way, write well."
"Don't put so much pressure on yourself. Students from all over the country can participate in the Ye Shengtao Cup." Teacher Li handed over a piece of A4 paper.
[Choose one of the following questions, about 1500 words (poems with more than 20 lines)
1. Please write an essay on the topic of "My Reading Story". No restrictions on the style (except poetry and practical writing)
2. Gorky said, "Books are the ladder of people's progress." Books are the carriers of knowledge. Please write a speech for the "Reading Club" in the city. ]
Most essays cannot be written about poetry or applied writing. This is the case for the Bing Xin Cup, but I never thought that the Ye Cup would specifically require writing applied writing. That’s okay. Gu Lu felt the difference in difficulty between the two essay competitions.
"This is the topic for this year's Ye Shengtao Cup preliminary round," said Teacher Li. "There is still half a month left before the submission deadline, so there is still plenty of time to come up with ideas."
Gu Lu nodded, indicating that he needed to think it over carefully.
“Just write it directly on the composition book and hand it to me,” Teacher Li added.
Ye Bei must have sent the email in the name of the school and asked Gu Lu to write it in the notebook. Teacher Li also said this because he was worried that students did not have computers at home.
"Thank you, Teacher Li." said Gu Lu.
Gu Lu returned to the classroom with the questions in his hand, his steps a little quicker.
It is a small step towards the goal, although I have no idea about the preliminary examination questions of the Ye Cup.
After school at noon, Fan Xiaotian's parents had something to do today, so they gave him ten yuan for lunch, and then he clamored to invite Gu Lu to play games.
It just so happened that Gu Lu also had to go to the fat boss's place.
The rain stopped, and the small puddles on the road could easily snare people if they were not careful.
"Hey, did anything special happen last night?" Fan Xiaotian asked mysteriously.
"I heard during the break that there was a power outage last night," Gu Lu said, "and all the boys in the dormitory sang "Wind and Cloud Decision"."
Are you playing dumb? Fan Xiaotian said, "It's not about that. I mean, did anything special happen to you yesterday?"
"No." said Gu Lu.
"No?" Fan Xiaotian pointed out, "No one has sent you text messages or called you?"
Gu Lu shook his head. His original phone was a complete feature phone, and he could only use Mobile DreamNet to log in to QQ.
Basically, only my sister and he send messages through the phone. As far as I remember, my sister's phone has not been used for a long time since my mother took it away.
"What's going on..." Fan Xiaotian muttered, then lowered his voice, "I'm telling you this in secret. Zhao Juan asked me to keep it a secret. Zhao Juan asked me for your contact information after school yesterday."
Hmm? Gu Lu looked at Fan Xiaotian.
(End of this chapter)