Chapter 13: Breaking Up
The two triggers did not merge into one book, but opened a new list——
Gu Lu struggled to get up, and there was a "click", it was from the sofa The main beam broke, and without the supporting seat cushion, the position sank instantly.
It feels intuitively that the sofa has become a spirit and swallowed up Gu Lu himself.
"It's a bit confusing. I know you are in a hurry, but don't be anxious yet. Let's sort things out one by one."
Gu Lu said to himself.
"According to the rules last time, why can I trigger it this time?" Gu Lu looked at the three labels.
Thinking for a moment, he looked suddenly enlightened.
"I guess the one I won this time is Edogawa Ranpo's novel."
Three tags, [Weird Stories] [Multiple Closures] [Inception Award] , first of all, there is no need to say much about the type of Ranpo's novels. The content is bizarre and tortuous, and he has written about necrophilia, fetishism, voyeurism, transvestism, etc.
In addition, Edogawa Ranpo is known as the father of neon mystery novels, but he was very fragile in his heart. A certain critic at the time published "Ranpo's detective novel is dead" and he stopped writing.
Thanks to a certain writer who was a fan of the book, he wrote a review of "Ranpo is about to be resurrected" before I started writing again. After that, I went back and forth three times. Of course, the last time was to protest against the fact of aggression in my country and to compete with militaristic literature.
Unlike later generations of awards that bear the name of a writer, the Edogawa Rampo Award was established by him donating his 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 his golden finger design. It is determined that "if you have similar lines or keywords (voiced by others), and you own similar items in the novel, you can synthesize the work."
"There should be two synthesis sequences, one for items and one for lines?" Gu Lu came up with a new conjecture.
If it is really "The Human Chair", then the work should be a collection of random short stories, which Gu Lu had read in his previous life.
The keyword synthesis sequence, it is currently unclear what work it is, and the item synthesis sequence, 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 has some influence, but the impression of the text in it is very vague.
“They are all collections of short stories. Could it be that the book with the most translated texts in modern Germany is also one?”
At night, sleep.
The next day, it was raining continuously, and pedestrians coming and going were holding umbrellas.
Gu Lu looked carefully at the road under his feet. The infrastructure in the foggy city in 2012 was really bad, especially in the ferry area. The floor tiles laid were like land mines. He didn’t know which brick had a gap under it. The trick is the splashing of sewage.
The rain kept falling and the atmosphere was not harmonious. Gu Lu was not happy because he had been hit and his trouser legs were wet and dirty.
Pants are easy to talk about, but washing shoes by yourself is troublesome. These troubles are also one of the causes of unhappiness. When Gu Lu arrived in the classroom, he saw that many students living on campus had wet hair, especially the male students.
Today's morning reading is Chinese. Teacher Li will be here, and then I can ask Ye about the Shengtao Cup.
Then the fat boss submitted the article this noon to participate in the Bingxin Cup preliminary round. Gu Lu also arranged himself step by step
"Why is your hair wet too?" Gu Lu glanced at it beside.
“It wasn’t raining so heavily when I left the dormitory for breakfast, so I thought about running a few steps, but when I left the cafeteria after eating, it started raining heavily.” Zhou Lin said, using a tissue in her pocket to soak up the rain. Water on hair tips.
“Don’t catch a cold.” Gu Lu said.
"I often get caught in the rain, and why can I catch a cold because of such a trivial matter?" Zhou Lin said.
Young people are really in good health. Gu Lu muttered in his heart, no, he is also a young man now.
Zhou Lin took out a small mirror from her schoolbag, arranged her hair, and pulled off one or two strands of hair. As she was doing it, she found that this nose, these eyes, and this shape were so special. Say...it's so pretty!
“Hey, do you think my look looks good?” Zhou Lin poked her deskmate with her elbow.
"Truth or lie?" Gu Lu asked.
"The truth," Zhou Lin asked, "Listen to the truth first."
"It doesn't look good." Gu Lu said.
"What's that lie?" Zhou Lin asked with her eyes wide open.
Gu Lu said, "General, not bad." "Your lies and truth are the opposite, right?" Zhou Lin said.
"No." Gu Lu was decisive.
"Broken friendship!" Zhou Lin turned her head and left Gu Lu with a high ponytail.
Until the end of the first class, his deskmate didn’t say a word to Gu Lu, and he didn’t pass small notes during class.
Gu Lu still occasionally listens to Chinese lessons.
"Gu Lu, come to the office." After saying this, Teacher Li put the teaching materials and textbooks on the desk and left the classroom.
After Ye Bei's matter was settled, Gu Lu almost entered the teacher's office at the same time as Teacher Li.
But as soon as I walked in, I heard the high-pitched voice of the math teacher.
"This kid got into a fight with his classmates again?"
"Oh no, he wants to participate in a national essay competition." Teacher Li said.
Gu Lu originally thought that Teacher Yan would insult him. After all, in the impression of students, including the original teacher, the math teacher was the meanest.
Unexpectedly, I heard the math teacher say, "National essay competition? I seem to have heard that good essays can be recommended. Yes, this is also a way, write well."
"It's better not to do this. Great pressure, students from all over the country can participate in the Ye Shengtao Cup." Teacher Li handed over an A4 paper.
[Choose one of the following questions, about 1,500 words (more than 20 lines of poetry)
1. Please write an essay with the title "My Reading Story". There is no limit to the style of writing (except poetry and practical writing)
2. Gorky said, "Books are the ladder of people's progress" and books are the carrier of knowledge. Please write a speech for the "Reading Club" in the city. ]
Poems and practical essays are not allowed in most essays. That was the case in Bing Xin Cup. I never thought that Ye Cup would specifically allow practical essays to be written. It was 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 before the submission deadline, so there is still plenty of time for conception.”
Gu Lu nodded, It’s about thinking it through.
"Just write it directly on the composition book and give it to me." Teacher Li added.
Ye Cup must have also sent an email in the name of the school, asking Gu Lu to write it in a notebook. Teacher Li was worried that the students did not have computers at home, so he said this.
"Thank you, Teacher Li." Gu Lu said.
Gu Lu returned to the classroom with the question in hand, his steps a little brisker.
It’s a small step away from the goal, although I currently have no clue about the Ye Cup preliminary test questions.
After school at noon, Fan Xiaotian’s parents had something to do today, so they gave him ten yuan for lunch, and then they asked Gu Lu to play games.
It happened that Gu Lu was also going to the Fat Boss.
The rain has stopped, and the small puddles on the road can assassinate people if they are not careful.
"Hey, did anything special happen last night?" Fan Xiaotian asked mysteriously.
"I heard during class that there was a power outage last night," Gu Lu said, "The boys' dormitory all sang "Feng Yun Jue"."
Pretend to be stupid, right? Fan Xiaotian said, "That's not it. I'm talking about you yesterday. Did anything special happen to you?"
"No." Gu Lu said.
"No?" Fan Xiaotian pointed out, "No one sends you text messages or calls?"
Gu Lu shook his head. The original mobile phone was a complete functional machine, and at most it could only be logged in to QQ using Monternet.
Basically, only his sister sent messages to him on the phone. According to memory, there has been no movement on his sister’s phone for a long time since her mother took it away.
"What's going on..." Fan Xiaotian muttered, then lowered his voice, "I'll tell you secretly. Zhao Juan asked me to keep it secret. Zhao Juan asked me for your contact information after school yesterday."
Huh? Gu Lu looked at Fan Xiaotian.
(End of this chapter)