[Rebirth] King of Theater

Compared with Bernie Brown and Mr. Curtis, the painter Robert's ability to bear is obviously much worse.

In other words, it may be due to a certain professional instinct that while he was reading, he would involuntarily draw vivid pictures in his mind... As a result, his whole body was not well.

Then, under the care and comfort of his friends, the unfortunate fellow managed to recover a little.

But he still locked himself in the studio sullenly, completely autistic.

On the other hand, despite Mr. Bernie Brown's repeated accusations that Al made the story too scary.

But he still happily published the two novels in the magazine "Short Fiction" when it was published this week.

One is "Initiated by Human Heads..." which was successfully reproduced after discussing with editor-in-chief Wilson;

The other is the newly written "Initiated by Superpowers...".

The ordering of the two novels one after the other shows the complete malice of the editor-in-chief Bernie.

It seems that two pits were deliberately dug on the only way for people to pass. Even if they successfully escaped the first pit, they still couldn't escape and fell into the second pit...

Moreover, he also wrote a special introductory statement that seemed to be highly respected.

details as follows:

—Maybe you will scold the author.

—Maybe you will resent the author.

—but the story will eventually be like a magnet...

——Deeply attracted you!

In the words of Mr. Curtis: "Good! Good! Well done! You are determined to completely drag all readers into the venom and soak them well."

But at this time, Mr. Bernie Brown has adjusted his mood.

He was no longer wrapped in a small blanket and shivering on the big sofa, but rather naturally put on a solemn and serious posture: "Dear friend, how can you miss me so much? How could I put these two stories together just because I wanted to scare people?"

Mr. Curtis said: "Please don't doubt it, you are."

Bernie said to himself: "I just want to put two novels by the same author and the same series together."

Mr. Curtis: "Haha."

"And, while the content of these two stories is indeed dark..."

Bernie pretended not to see the mocking face of his friend, paused for a moment, seemed to be trying to organize his words, and then slowly spoke again: "But actually, if you think about it carefully, whether it's cutting off a person's head or chasing Bullying, beating, or using all kinds of sharp instruments to injure someone, these elements are not considered fears, and each of them alone will not scare people. But it really makes adults like us What exactly is it that you can’t help but tremble with fear?”

Mr. Curtis was silent for a few seconds.

Then, he closed his eyes, sighed softly and replied, "People's hearts."

"Yup!"

Mr. Bernie Brown clapped his hands vigorously, and analyzed it seriously: "Direct acts of violence cannot make people succumb, and there must be resistance under heavy pressure. And those truly terrible things are invisible and intangible. Through the hearts of the people."

Without waiting for Mr. Curtis to express his opinion...

He continued to analyze: "Al's two novels obviously deliberately set the background of the novel in an extremely absurd environment, and only in this way can the evil of human nature be magnified countless times. You know what this means what?"

"This means that the evils in the stories actually exist in human beings!"

"It's just that they are hidden deeper and are bound by morality and law. They usually don't show up as exaggeratedly as in novels."

"So, when we read, on the one hand, even if we know that the plot is false, on the other hand, we have a faint impression of this kind of behavior in our minds, and we subconsciously know that the development of things seems absurd, but in fact it is reasonable. Very likely."

"In this way, I will inevitably feel chills in my heart."

"Are we really afraid of bullying and violence happening?"

"No! What we are afraid of is the people's hearts that are full of malice and soaked in poison behind the bullying and violence."

"God, human beings are really scary, scary!"

"But that's exactly how it is... Only when human beings have restraint and reflection, can there be morality and law. This story is really wonderfully written! It's wonderful! How did Arna think of it in his little head? ? I really admire it."

Mr. Curtis could not help but bow his head in thought.

At this time, Bernie Brown suddenly laughed again, as if thinking of something funny.

When Mr. Curtis heard the sound, he looked up at him in surprise: "Sorry, did I just hallucinate?"

"We're talking about the horror of this story, aren't we? Excuse me, what's so funny about it?" he asked, puzzled.

"No no, discussions aren't funny, and stories aren't funny either."

Mr. Bernie Brown suppressed a smile and said: "I just thought, this story is really thought-provoking. Leaving aside the article about the head, I finished reading the novel "Because of Super Power..." and really reflected on my past. What I did, I was afraid that I was as hideous as those horrible students in the story, and then, you know what I just thought of?"

Mr. Curtis raised his eyebrows curiously: "What did you think of? Don't you really have similar experiences?"

Bernie Brown sighed with a smile: "It's not true, but I can't help but think, maybe I should be kinder to that bastard Wilkins."

He also made a grimace, and said jokingly: "I really don't want to do this. You know, that guy has a really despicable style. Someone else's stuff..."

Mr. Curtis also laughed all of a sudden: "Forgive me for not agreeing, you are making yourself dizzy."

His expression was contemptuous and careless: "I don't think it's bullying to treat Wilkins' scoundrel badly. On the contrary, I think it's justice."

"You're right! Alas, I was so nervous by your student's story that I started to think wildly. This contagion is powerful, powerful!"

Bernie Brown spread his hands again and said, "But I really want to use this to explain that this story looks scary on the outside, but it's quite gentle on the inside."

"Sorry, wait. What did you just say? Gentle?"

Even if Mr. Curtis was very defensive, he never expected his students to get such positive comments as 'gentle' after writing such a scary story.

Bernie Brown has some insight into this: "Think of it this way! A story that can make readers feel resentful and disgusted with the evil side, and, involuntarily, start to reflect on themselves, isn't that called tenderness?"

"Well... well, I think you're right."

Mr. Curtis said with a long sigh: "I actually kind of want to take Al to see a psychiatrist. Of course, I'm not saying that there is anything wrong with him. I just hope that the kid can think of some happy stories in the future. "

"It's not necessary." Bernie Brown was very open about this.

He also told a story with great interest: "I remember seeing such a joke before, saying that someone went to see a psychiatrist because of depression. The psychiatrist patiently told him that the world is beautiful, There are many happy existences, and then enthusiastically suggested that the patient buy a ticket to watch the talk show of a certain artist, saying that the show can definitely turn sadness into joy and laugh out loud. But what I never expected is , the patient cried bitterly when he heard the words, and told the psychiatrist, 'I am the entertainer you mentioned who can turn sadness into joy, laugh out loud, and do talk shows'. 【Note】”

Mr. Curtis couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

Bernie sighed and said: "Sometimes, people who show happiness may not be really happy themselves; people who show horror may not be really perverted themselves. Human beings are such wonderful existences."

"To be honest, human malice is really difficult to disappear easily, such as now..."

The editor-in-chief blinked mischievously as he spoke, and a schadenfreude smile appeared on his face: "Please God forgive me! I really can't wait now, waiting for other readers to finish reading the novel." Reaction."

Al knew nothing of the discussions behind it.

He just finished writing the novel naturally, handed in the manuscript, and then continued to be busy according to the previous steps.

On this day, he was about to go out to attend a cram school...

Madame Sylvie suddenly handed him an envelope.

"what is this?"

Al asked casually while putting on his shoes.

"Can't you read it yourself? You know your mother can't read."

Mrs. Sylvie hurt her self-esteem, she seemed aggrieved and ashamed.

Al shut up immediately.

He had already put on his shoes at this time, so he stood at the door, opened the envelope, and found that inside was a notice from the school teacher to the parents, which probably meant that, until this Friday afternoon, I hope John's parents can come Visit the school and have a face-to-face discussion about your child's learning problems.

"Damn it, did John the bastard play hooky again?"

"No, he goes every day."

"Then why did the teacher find the parents?"

"Is that letter the teacher looking for the parents? Maybe it's about something else..."

"damn it!"

"Hey, what are you doing with such a temper? John is so small, just take care of him!"

"But, Mom... Since you've already said that, why don't you usually take care of him?"

"I can't control it. Boys don't like to listen to their mother's words when they grow up. Isn't that what you are like?"

"God, what does this have to do with me? Wait, you just said he was young, but now you say he has grown up."

"Yes, what's the problem? He's younger than you."

"..."

The author has something to say:

[Note] I forgot where I read this story. I probably didn’t make it up. My memory is fuzzy. Anyway, I just wrote it like this.