Chapter 18 The Human Chair
"The One-Inch Master", "The Human Chair", "The Man Traveling with Stickers", "The Walker on the Ceiling", "The Incredible Crime of Dr. Muro", "Inhuman Love"...< br>
As Gu Lu thought, all the famous short stories appeared.
In terms of word count, it is much better than the first collection of short stories. Because three of them are short and medium-length stories, such as "D-Hanpo Murder Case", the debut work of Kogoro Akechi, is also included in this collection.
“You really need to think carefully about this one, it’s not about the name or style.”
In fact, the background of these collection stories takes place in neon. Except for one of them involving neon folk customs, they are all easy to modify, and Gu Lu is also familiar with it.
The key problem is that Edogawa Ranpo's works are very bt, "Tobacco Insect" is pornographic and violent, and Gu Lu feels that it is difficult to pass "Story Club".
Take back your thinking look. Because you are too absorbed in thinking, you may easily get hit by a car when crossing the road.
In the foggy city of 2012, many small intersections did not have crosswalks or traffic lights. Gu Lu was eager to return home, and his pace home accelerated a lot.
Coincidentally, Gu Lu had no articles at hand that could be published, and he finally quenched his thirst!
It usually takes about fifteen minutes to walk back from the overpass, but today I walked quickly and arrived at my door in less than 10 minutes.
"Peng!" The old door wailed, and Gu Lu smelled a familiar smell as soon as he entered the room.
Hmm - it's the aroma of malt. Gu Lu is not an expert, but he is too sensitive to the smell of alcohol. That alcoholic father is back.
Based on his original memory, Gu Lu knew that his father rarely acted drunkenly and would sleep when he was drunk.
Gu’s mother divorced him not as a domestic violence type, but as a coward.
After closing the door, Gu Lu glanced into the inner room. Sure enough, Gu's father was lying on the bed like a ball of meat.
But because I was too drunk, I had no time to take off my shoes, and my feet and right hand were hanging by the bed.
"The smell of wine is really bad." As usual, Gu Lu got himself something to eat. Drunk people cannot be woken up.
A better sleep than the sleep of a baby is the sleep of an alcoholic.
My mentality is a little affected. I don’t know if it’s a natural reaction of the original body, or it’s the first time I’ve traveled through time and faced a strange father.
Because of this, I didn’t have time to draft “The Human Chair” in my head.
I don’t know what time Father Gu woke up. His first reaction when he woke up was thirst. It was already dark and he didn’t know what time it was.
Huh? There was a cup of cold water on the bedside table. Father Gu took a long gulp and drank it. His sore throat felt much better.
What time is it? Father Gu took a look at his cell phone. It was around four in the morning and he knew that his son had put the water aside when he came back and saw that he was drunk.
My head was still a little dizzy. Father Gu went to the bathroom to satisfy his physiological needs and returned to bed to continue sleeping. The only difference was that he took off his shoes.
The next day, the biological clock told Gu Lu to get up, pack his things and prepare to go to school.
Yesterday, Zhao Juan asked Gu Lu what happened about Xiao Xitian as soon as she saw it. Gu Lu had nothing to hide and told the truth.
He said, "Wang Wenjun and Bai Xiaohua are both good people, so we just chatted for a few words."
"Did he threaten you?" Zhao Juan asked worriedly.
“You should try to believe what I say.” Gu Lu said, “If you don’t believe me, you can ask Wang Wenjun.”
Feeling that the other party was hiding something from her, Zhao Juan was a little angry and a little aggrieved. After all, although she saw them at the wicket and didn't fight, Wang Wenjun's character would definitely not let it go! When she returned to the dormitory last night, Zhao Juan didn't even do any previews. She was always worried and wanted to call but didn't dare. Now...she lowered her head and returned to her seat.
"Hey, let's go and comfort him, do you understand?" Zhou Lin said.
Gu Lu shook his head. He just wanted to take the high school entrance examination and make money. Besides, he felt that the little girl was a little annoyed and got angry at every turn.
Actually, the reason why Zhao Juan was angry was that "she thought Gu Lu hated her because of Wang Wenjun." The two of them were not thinking in the same channel.
After another day, when he returned home, Gu's father cooked a table of dishes, "Come on, let's have dinner, I've lost so much weight."
Salt-fried pork, potato-roasted beef, and cold chicken feet ,Wow! Gu Lu hadn't had such a sumptuous meal for a long time. He ate with great enthusiasm, even gobbling it down.
"I've been transferred back to work, and I can come back often to cook for you." Father Gu was a little touched when he saw his child eating in such a mess.
Haha, similar words, this is the seventh time in the memory of the original body in the past two years, is it useful?
Guilt - good father - couldn't help but drink - alcoholism - disappeared, probably just like this reincarnation.
He hoped to persist for a few more days. Unlike the original owner who had expectations, Gu Lu's only thought was to eat more good meals.
Gu's father's cooking skills are quite good. He had a great advantage in catching up with Gu's mother.
After a long wait, in the third week of submission, "Story Club" responded! Gu Lu added the editor's Penguin account.
The bank card and other information that can be used for payment were left behind. The only thing that pleased Gu Lu was that he had a bank card himself. Last year, his alcoholic father came home and accompanied him to apply for it.
I said this at the time, "I'm busy outside all day long. If I have something urgent in the future, just put the money on this card. It's a card in your own name. If it's less than 100, you can just bring your household registration book." Go to the counter to pick it up.”
Laughing to death, apart from the one hundred deposited when opening the card, I have never seen any money.
[Ju Chang: By the way, there is a small problem.
Mu Ziyi: Please talk about Teacher Gu. ]
Penguin’s nickname is the name that Gu Lu changed after time travel. The original name is very suitable for this era. I won’t go into details. The deceased is the most important.
[Ju Chang: If a minor signs a contract, will the process be different? ]
What a strange question. Lao Li thought for a moment and responded.
[Mu Zizhao: Are there any of Teacher Gu’s juniors who want to contribute? If you are over 14 years old but under 18 years old, the confirmation letter needs to be signed by the parents, and a copy of the parents’ ID cards is also required, which is quite troublesome. But since he is Teacher Gu’s junior, he can directly sign the contract in Teacher Gu’s name. ]
The bank card must match the name of the person signing the contract, but Lao Li believed that Gu Lu, a powerful novelist, would definitely not embezzle the money of his children.
The origin even guessed that this minor was the child of Teacher Gu Lu, a tiger father with no sons. However, it would be embarrassing to guess wrong, so Lao Li, who is familiar with language arts, used the term "younger generation" Universal adjective.
Lao Li then added two notes, which seemed very enthusiastic.
As a deputy editor, there was no need for Lao Li to contact the author at all, but he took the initiative to ask. From a practical point of view, it was to expand his network of contacts. From a literary point of view, several articles sent by Gu Lu were included in "Story Club". 》The manuscript is first-rate.
[Ju Chang: It’s not my junior, it’s mainly because I’m under eighteen, so I’m asking about the process. ]
The previous replies were all seconds. When Gu Lu sent this sentence, the other person was silent for a minute without replying.
[Mu Zizhu: Haha, Teacher Gu Lu is really good at joking. ]
Why was it silent for so long?
Because the unprepared Lao Li just spat out a mouthful of tea, it took a while to wipe the water stains on the table and screen.
[Ju Chang: It’s not a joke. I am fifteen this year and haven’t taken the high school entrance examination yet. I usually like to write something, so I selected a few of the best articles to try. ]
Even though he was sincere, Lao Li still didn't believe it. He left his mobile phone number and wanted to call to confirm.
Gu Lu wrote down the phone number and then told the editor that since he did not bring his cell phone to school, he would need to go home before contacting him.
When he returned home from school, Gu Lu first dialed Lao Li’s phone...
(End of this chapter)