Writer saves the world

The first issue of the literary journal "Zhengming" blossomed all over the world overnight. The articles in the magazine were translated into the most commonly used foreign languages ​​and appeared on the desks of many potential readers around the world.

Of course, it is impossible to catch all the fish in one catch. It should be said that the fish that cannot be caught are the majority. After all, if you really send Amway to every possible potential reader, Erye Tingming will be squeezed dry into a crumpled white paper.

Then there's really nothing left.

But in order to deal with unexpected situations, Erye Tingming still reserved about one-fifth of his energy for backup.And based on the current literary foundation, the fish he caught in this net is quite enough.

As long as he insists on making the magazine well, there will be more and more readers. With a sufficient readership base, he will be able to raise good seedlings who are talented and willing to write. , and one day it can become a real thing.

The address left on the various editions of the magazine for subscription and submission is actually a non-existent fictitious address, but if someone really investigates according to that address, no matter what channel they use, they will get "That is an ordinary magazine" "the result of.

What the naked eye can see is the most ordinary working environment and the most ordinary staff. Like bees, they pluck the nectar of literature, and produce literary publications that look safe and harmless, and can be passed in front of Wilde. The quality of the articles and works is too good, and everything else is so ordinary inside and out that you can’t even remember the characteristics of the office area, and you can’t tell the name and appearance of any staff member.

But they did "be" there.

Even if they took photos or recorded videos, no one in the magazine would stop them from doing so. Visitors are welcome to take pictures here like all scenic spots open to the public. The hospitality is warm and hospitable. I hope you can help promote it and let more people know about it. The name of "Contend".

And the "ordinary" seen by the naked eye will spread from reality to all carriers of photos and videos, retaining all the blurred details of the subject, and it seems that it has never been there.

Relying on Erye Tingming's own energy reserves, it is somewhat reluctant to create such an effect of perception distortion all over the world, so he used a little "inside" power to turn the string of fictional addresses of the magazine into links A "gate" to the side world.

Explore the location of the magazine, that is, touch the outermost area of ​​the inner side, and use the inherent perceptual distortion and memory rewriting effects of the inner side to use the most energy-saving method to create a non-existent and indeed existing "Contentation" out of thin air. "Magazine.

As for the magazine itself, in addition to the attractiveness boosting effects experienced by Oda Sakunosuke, Futaba Tingming also added a safe and harmless psychological hint.In this way, no matter where the magazine appears, people who see the magazine can automatically ignore the irrationality of its appearance, and complete the cause and effect in their minds. "was not thrown into the trash by the inspector.

And with the superimposed effect of these two special effects, no matter whether readers who receive the magazine will follow up to subscribe, and no matter how interested they are in literature, at least they will be willing to open the magazine when they receive it to see what is written in it , instead of throwing it away or using it to pad the table.

As long as you open it and read it, you will have the possibility of subsequent subscription. If you subscribe, you will have the opportunity to fall into the endless charm of literature. If you fall into the vast ocean of literature, whether you are a reader or a writer, you will be given to Eryeting Naruto provides energy reserves.

Hmm... But he sent out so many magazines, not all of them could reach the intended recipients safely.

It was like yawning in the morning and taking the newspapers and magazines in the mailbox into the house, and when I turned around, I saw Mr. Killer sitting on the sofa. Before I could react, I felt a little bit of surprise and fear, and the body parts had fallen with the magazines. land.

After all, the world is impermanent, and such a small probability event is not completely impossible.

Mr. Killer, who worked all night last night, also enjoyed the breakfast prepared by the servant on the table. The freshly baked omelette was hot and fluffy, and the bread was toasted just right. It was delicious when dipped in jam or butter. The only thing is that the latte doesn't quite please the Killer - he prefers the American style.

Preferably double strength with plenty of ice, the kind that would make his sweet partner frown.

Paul.

The partner would call out the name in disapproval, as if he couldn't stand his bad taste, and if he turned a deaf ear and tried to get a second drink, "Paul" would turn into a less friendly "Verlaine."

But it doesn't matter whether it's Paul or Verlaine, it doesn't matter now, I haven't been able to sit down and eat a meal for several days, and whether the latte is American or not is just a small problem.

It seems that something is missing...

The killer named "Verlaine" tore off the side of the bread, and the scene of having breakfast with his partner and his boss flashed through his mind - the partner forcibly replaced the black coffee in his hand with hot milk, and talked to him about drinking too much coffee Talking nonsense about not being tall, the man sitting opposite them looked indifferent, drinking his own cup of coffee while flipping through the newspaper delivered in the morning.

Then Verlaine knew what was missing.

He picked up one of the newspapers and magazines scattered on the ground.Hungry and busy all night, his temper was not very good, so he accidentally dismantled the owner too fragmentarily, the blood on the ground made newspapers and magazines a mess, he picked a long time Picked out a magazine that was relatively clean, and wiped the blood on the cover with a tablecloth.

Verlaine sat back on his chair, took a sip of his coffee and casually flipped through a page, regardless of what he wrote before and after, just looking at it.

Today is a rare good weather in winter, and the sun shines on him through the floor-to-ceiling windows.As a man who has won the first place with his partner for many times in the list of "Man Most Wanted to Be Hugged by Him", Verlaine undoubtedly has an extremely handsome and exquisite appearance. , from head to toe without any flaws.

If you don’t go to see the scene of the bloody horror movie all over the floor, and just frame the scene by the table, it will be like a beautiful and gorgeous pictorial, which is good enough to be displayed on a large screen in the commercial square in the city center.

——Beautiful pale golden long hair is braided on one side, and tied into a low side ponytail with a thin hair band, the skin is almost transparent pale and cold, like a marble statue, and when the sun falls on him When looking at the fundus of the eyes, those eyes reflected a light and cold blue-green color, which was no different from the clear winter sky outside the window.

The expensive three-piece suit perfectly matched his figure, and the wool coat was brand new and crisp, and he casually put it on the back of the chair, and the toes of his shoes stepped on the beating of his heart, beating the beat lightly.

One second, two seconds, three seconds.

The intended prey is still short of the last one.

According to the information in Verlaine's hands, the eldest son of the family is on a business trip, and the plane has just landed. Counting the time of returning by car, it is also the morning rush hour with slow congestion—I hope the magazine in his hand can Make it fun, and make the hour-plus wait less boring.

He was lucky, and he got a French magazine, although there were some Japanese names on the cover.

Verlaine didn't like Japan very much, and the place was full of bad memories, but he knew that one day he would go to Japan again to finish his unfinished task.

The artificial supernatural body that was created in the laboratory like him, he thought of it as his younger brother—a young, cute, baby-like ignorant and ignorant of the outside world.

Experiment A No. [-].

The people in the lab called the kid that, just as his maker had called him "Black 12."

Verlaine seemed to see himself in that child, the one who only had a number and lived as a tool.

So he couldn't help but want to give that child something—something of "humanity" that he had never had, and would never have the chance to have again.

He hoped that the child could grow up as a human being, be loved and recognized, instead of living as a different kind like him. Except for a few weak and pale "You are human", he couldn't find his foothold in this world. place.

Verlaine knew that he was not a human being, but a man-made combination of codes and supernatural singularities.

And that child was like him, Verlaine instinctively longed to be close to the only being similar to him in the world, if they were treated as some kind of creatures, they were the only ones of the same kind in the world.

If only we could live together.

Verlaine read the description in the story of crossing mountains and rivers for a yam porridge, which should have been bitter and ironic to highlight the pity of the protagonist, but all the irrelevant things were in his head.

Mountains, seas, deserts, Verlaine has been to many, many places because of his missions, but he never had the chance to stop and take a good look at the scenery. If they can't live together, maybe they can have a short trip.

……

maybe.

But not now. There are too many unstable factors in the state of war. Verlaine in Japan is unfamiliar and too conspicuous. Not suitable for the physical and mental development of pups.

Besides, France is still desperately searching for traces of him and his partner, if he rashly brings the child with him, if he is not careful, he will fall into the same situation as him.

It may even be even more tragic. After all, the government has wanted to replicate an artificial supernatural body like him for a long time. In this regard, Verlaine admitted that he should be grateful for the efforts of his partner and his boss, so that he would not be moved from one laboratory to another. In the living room, you can live and breathe the free air outside.

Rimbaud.

Since he was still using the name "Paul Verlaine", he naturally called his partner Rimbaud——Athier Rimbaud. Originally, Verlaine changed the number several times in order to completely get rid of the number "No. 12 Black". The name chosen by the Daquan of names of heaven and man.It was the first thing in his life that could truly belong to him, and his partner exchanged his name for the past.

This is a blessing for you.Mallarme, who was also in Baudelaire's department, explained to him in this way, trying to smooth over his partner's abrupt behavior, but he said the wrong name, and still habitually called Paul to Rimbaud, and then complained several times This strange operation of exchanging names.

Verlaine was just silent—that was not what he wanted.Verlaine thought that he might still have some grievances that he didn't realize at that time, but the duty of the weapon is to obey orders, and wipe out all the emotions that shouldn't be in the bud.

So at that time, he just kept a cold face and accepted the fact that he was Paul Verlaine from now on.

Rimbaud never explained to him why he exchanged names with him, so Verlaine assumed that Mallarme was telling the truth, and regarded this name as Rimbaud's blessing to himself, rather than an act of swearing sovereignty by engraving an inscription on the weapon .

After all, Rimbaud is the first and only person who admits that he is a human being. If Rimbaud is lying to him, it seems that he is a bit too pathetic.

Verlaine finished eating the omelette on the plate, and drank the coffee in the cup. The taste mixed with milk was a bit greasy, so he went to make another cup after drinking it. The bitter taste of no sugar and no milk was to him. just.

He was drinking his coffee when he heard the sound of parking outside.The man got out of the car while talking on the phone, talking to the phone about business matters, saying that he would "clean up" the stumbling block in their way.

The footsteps gradually approached, the man entered the password at the door, and stepped on the blood when he entered the door.

"Good morning." Verlaine sat on the sofa with a coffee cup in his hand and greeted him. He was as calm as if he was in his own home, and the man was the uninvited guest who broke in.

The man didn't respond to him, and the sound of flesh tearing answered instead.

"What a pity." Verlaine sighed, the splashed blood didn't stain his clothes at all, "Your Excellency's reaction is really too slow."

Here they are still discussing how to clear up the stumbling block, but over there even the final payment to him has arrived.

"As an arms dealer, this kind of reaction speed will kill you." Verlaine said, and apologized to the blood on the ground, "Sorry, I forgot that you are already dead."

The last prey was caught, and Verlaine took a few photos of the scene and sent them to the email given by the employer—I hope the employer won’t think that he used minced meat all over the ground to make up for it, so that he can recognize who the parts on the ground belong to.

Before leaving, Verlaine cleaned up the scene professionally, and took away the magazine called "Contendance".

——The articles in the magazine were more interesting than he thought, and it happened that there was nothing to do next, so he could hide in the safe room and read it again.