Writer saves the world

The war seemed to be slowed down suddenly.

Even the supernatural weapon "Shell", which has been progressing well and seems to be just a step away from entering the practical application stage, is due to Robert Stevenson, the project leader of the Transcendence, who suddenly began to take long-term sick leave. And it's hard to get an inch if you get stuck on that last step.

At first, Stevenson took over the project under the entrustment of the British government and the war fanaticism caused by the influence of public opinion. The transcendent-level and professional counterpart superpowers made the research progress at a rapid pace. He did think that he was doing something good. Things - at least it can make the transcendent no longer an unsolvable weapon that only the transcendent can contend with, and the deterrence of the "shell" may bring some balance to the fierce and excessive battle situation.

It's a bit stupid to think about it now, but Stevenson really thought so at that time. He couldn't tell whether there was a part of his heart that knew clearly that the appearance of the "shell" would only bring more casualties and more tragic sacrifices. That would make him devote himself to that project stubbornly and fanatically.

Fortunately, he finally woke up in time. He knew that he couldn't get out of this project easily, and the betrayal of Orwell and Wilde made the government go into trouble, so he had to find some not-so-smart reasons to take a long vacation. Other projects distract the researchers in the lab.

Without the leadership of his supernatural power, everyone knows that no matter how perfect the design of the "shell" is, it can only stay on paper.

Stevenson got a rare quiet vacation. Although overt and covert surveillance is still indispensable, recently a lot of transcendents at home and abroad have become "sick". Under the deterrence of Baudelaire's resignation, he did not dare to push them too far. Instead, his subtle attitude gave a non-combat transcendent like Stevenson some peace, allowing him to do something he likes in his own home. .

And according to what Stevenson heard from a friend who is also a researcher, the progress of the supernatural weapon project "Great Order" that is being researched next door has also stagnated due to the vacation of the person in charge. It should be done more thoroughly. Most of the research data was lost directly due to "network failure" and "invasion of domestic rebel organizations". progress.

very nice.

Stevenson lamented that if the "Shell"'s laboratory was not watched too closely by the clock tower attendants, he would also like to try this.

Alas, that girl Agatha is still too young. Thirteen or fourteen years old is the time when she is easy to deceive, and she is so strict and brainwashed by the government that she can do whatever she wants. It is really straightforward to ask her to "protect" Stevenson. Staring at him almost every time he went to the toilet, Stevenson couldn't find a suitable opportunity to make some small moves.

While thinking about those young colleagues who were still working diligently, Stevenson lamented the British government's traditional art of oppressing child labor. finished new work.

He didn't know how many people still remembered that he was studying in the Department of Literature before being recruited by the government because of his supernatural powers. He had won a few small awards and published it. He was once considered a promising rookie writer.

But it’s been too long since he started writing. Since he was forced to switch from liberal arts to science, he hasn’t written anything other than experimental reports for many years. One time works are not as good.

Ugh.

Stevenson sighed, pawing at the manuscript paper and preparing to overhaul it from scratch, but he didn't think about what to do with the articles after he finished writing them. Most of the magazines and newspapers he contributed to in the past had closed down, and he didn't dare to publish those that didn't close down. Accept his submissions during this sensitive period, even if there is no sensitive content in his story.

Stevenson checked the board carefully, and it turned out that only the "Zhengming" family could accept his submissions. If he wanted to submit to "Zhengming", he had better remain anonymous, as it would hurt the fragile nerves of politicians if he was too upright.

Obviously he just wanted to write a simple and happy adventure story, which is much more sunny than Wilde's dark and dark fairy tales full of metaphors.

Stevenson was scratching on the manuscript paper thinking about how to revise his first work after many years. On the other side of the distant Nevernd, the heads of state sitting in front of the conference table were also scratching on the note paper, studying the text in front of them. The draft peace treaty they had read countless times.

This draft was provided by the traitors, and it was full of unrealistic and excessively idealized provisions. At the beginning, the heads of state did not take it seriously, and some read it as a complete joke, but as time went by they The hope of being rescued seems to be getting slimmer and slimmer. No matter how much you dismiss the traitors' coercive peace talks, you have to face up to your situation under Orwell's repeated "persuasion", and understand that the word "coercion" has nothing to do with it. The meaning of their discussion.

In the third month after being hijacked to Nevernd, the heads of state ate the Christmas turkey and cakes provided by the traitors, and finally honestly picked up the draft and entered into the formal process of peace talks.

——Even turkey and cake can be obtained. It is conceivable that there is a high probability that the traitors have the upper hand, although they can't figure out why there are so many transcendents in their own country. The group can only accept the reality and dispel the hope of being rescued, and try to save themselves.

Everything is developing in a good direction, and even a barren land of literature has grown a little bud.

Tingming Erye flipped through the recently sent magazine submissions. Being banned and pressured by the government stimulated the number of submissions and subscriptions to the magazine. The number of contributors using pseudonyms and anonymity increased sharply. However, Tingming Erye flipped back and forth. Found some familiar names.

How should I put it, there is still a lingering afterimage of literature before the destruction of literature in the depths of the soul of the literary hero, making up a pseudonym or using a false address will be unconsciously affected by it, just like the pen name that Sakunosuke Oda gave himself is called "Tongyoshi" ", and the "Osamu Dazai" whom Erye Tingming had never met - Xiuzhi almost didn't think about it when he gave himself this pseudonym, as if he was born with this name on his heart.

So when Tingming Erye sees words like "Antonio", "Frederick Henry", or "Address: 221B Baker Street", even if it is a false name and false address, no one will know what is hidden under the vest Whoever it is, Erye Tingming can also guess which little beet bears delicious fruit by itself.

It is very fragrant.

After nearly a year of bitter days of being unable to get in and out and starving enough, Erye Tingming was so greedy for the sweetness that was delivered to his mouth. Smashing it can also comfort yourself with a special flavor.

Of course, unripe fruits are still not qualified to be published in "Zhengming", Erye Tingming savored some of the tastes that were not too delicious, like tasting a failed dish, and seriously replied to the beets over there Encourage them to continue to work hard after eating, so that they can bear better fruit next time.

Obviously, the uproar caused by "Contesting" has little impact on Tingming Erye's normal life. After all, Soseki Natsume is still a smart person, and he didn't do anything irrational to Tingming Erye - he can handle it lightly The non-human beings who have dropped their swords from the king, are too persecuted because they think they have too little to do and live too long.

After a brief moment of impulsiveness and heat-headedness, Natsume Soseki adjusted his position in time. Instead of tightening the surveillance on Futaba Tingming, he withdrew many people. Erye Tingming covered up many traces there.

Futaba Tingming also reciprocated, revealing to Natsume Soseki a little bit about his true identity of Nakahara Chuya, and saved this rare good man in the political circle from being blacklisted by the Yokohama Landmark.

After all, Natsume Soseki said before that he would retire in Yokohama after retirement, so it's better to be a little in awe of the gods of Yokohama.

Nakahara didn't understand what happened, but he was very happy to eat the dessert that Natsume Soseki sent—it was delicious and generous, and there were still a lot after it was distributed to the Akutagawa brothers and sisters. The children sneaked away with big bags and small bags I went to the slums to feed Akutagawa Ryunosuke's former friends.

Akutagawa Ryunosuke also sent some books he copied along with paper and pens. It is not easy to get these things in the slums, but he thought that if his friends could learn more characters and read more books, they would always be more interested in the future. Good thing.

The reason why several children ran around Yokohama and ran into the slums before they were picked up by Oda Sakunosuke and spanked was because they carried Nakahara Nakahara's "Uncle Paul (ma) Uncle (ma)" who also looked cool and was actually super talkative "Are.

Verlaine seems really reliable, except Zhongyuan Zhongye, who is easy to compromise when he acts like a baby, a complete stranger should not be a cool guy, and putting it in the store can attract business and drive away the little bastards who charge protection fees, Affordable and not enough to eat, Oda Sakunosuke wanted to invite him to live at home.

Verlaine stayed in Yokohama for a longer time than he planned, and the sense of identity with "the same kind" was so intoxicating that he was almost delusional that he and Nakahara Nakaya lived here together.

Therefore, Erye Tingming thought that the only one on their side who felt that things were going in an unsatisfactory direction was probably Rimbaud who couldn't wait for Verlaine to throw himself into the trap on Nevernd.