British writer - Chapter 318 Setting Collection

The old man fainted! ?

There was an eerie silence at first.

Subsequently,

“What the hell!”

Verne took three steps at a time and ran forward.

“Fainted! He fainted!”

Gu Hongming also squatted down to check.

He first tested Lin Shu’s breathing and heartbeat and found that they were relatively stable. Then he carefully observed his eyelids and then opened them to observe.

It stands to reason that a comatose person cannot control his eyelids.

The eyes under the eyelids usually show a fixed and dull state.

But Lin Shu was obviously not.

At this point, how could Gu Hongming not understand?

This old boy is probably pretending to be faint!

“Tsk…”

Gu Hongming was speechless, but he didn’t understand in his heart.

Generally speaking, the reason for pretending to be comatose is to evade responsibility or gain sympathy.

This has been common in the officialdom of all dynasties.

Lin Shu was attacked like that just now, so he really had no other options, so he took this step.

Gu Hongming shook his head slightly at Verne.

“So be it.”

Verne:! ! !

“What do you mean by ‘just do it’?! Could it be… that he is dead!?”

“Pfft! Cough cough cough cough cough…”

Gu Hongming immediately complained and quickly explained: “How can he die so easily? He has nothing wrong with him, he is just a little anxious. In the words of us Chinese, it is called ‘hurrying fire attacks the heart’.”

Verne was puzzled.

“Is everything okay? But everyone else is unconscious.”

The French obviously didn’t understand the twists and turns, and they thought Lin Shu was really in a coma.

Gu Hongming waved his hand,

“It’s okay.”

Verne was still very confused, but he stopped asking questions and instead called two crew members not far away and asked them to carry Lin Shu back to rest.

The crew asked Gu Hongming’s cabin number, and then one person lifted Lin Shu by his armpits and the other by his ankles.

As a result, they noticed something was wrong as soon as they got started.

whisper,

“Why are this man’s muscles so stiff?”

“died?”

“It’s impossible. I feel like he’s pretending to be faint.”

“Ha! Pretend to be dizzy~”

…

There is a saying that goes well:

“As long as you are not embarrassed, others will be embarrassed.”

Since the crew members were speaking English, Lin Shu naturally didn’t understand and acted with his eyes closed.

Others heard it clearly.

Verne looked at Gu Hongming with exploratory eyes,

Gu Hongming hummed “It’s a nice day today”, his eyes drooped, as if he suddenly became interested in the texture of the restaurant floor.

Everyone immediately fell silent,

“…”

“…”

“…”

it is more than words.

Finally, Lin Shu was carried out of the gate by two crew members.

The atmosphere at the scene was lightened.

Verne muttered: “The old man is finally gone.”

Poincaré cleared his throat and asked Gu Hongming: “Mr. Gu, are all translators in your country like this?”

Gu Hongming couldn’t help but blushed and didn’t answer.

In fact, he is also a translator. Although he is not as outrageous as Lin Shu, he still has some room for “discretion” when translating “The Analects” and other works into other languages.

This is also the reason why many people say that he is not good at learning.

Poincaré understood Gu Hongming’s silence and couldn’t help but be curious.

“Professor Lu is also a translator? So is he?”

Gu Hongming quickly waved his hand,

“No no! Of course not!”

Take “Fifteen Years of Wanli” and “1587, A Year of No Significance: The Ming Dynasty in Decline” as examples.

The two are not like “The Legacy of La Traviata in Paris” and “La Traviata”.

Although one is in Chinese and the other is in English, the content is almost the same.

Of course, it seems wrong to say which translation is which, after all, they were all written by Lu Shi.

Verne asked: “In that case, why don’t you imitate Professor Lu?”

Gu Hongming smiled bitterly after hearing this.

“That sounds easy to say. Then let me ask you, can you imitate him?”

“Ah this…”

Verne was embarrassed,

“It seems…it seems…probably not.”

Next to him, Poincaré complained: “There is no need to add so many prefixes. If you can’t, you just can’t. It’s like mathematics, ‘No, you just can’t’.”

Everyone present knew this joke and burst into laughter instantly.

It attracted curious glances from the other guests in the restaurant.

After finally suppressing his laughter, Verne asked Gu Hongming: “Mr. Gu, what do you think after watching “Call of Cthulhu”?”

Gu Hongming spread his hands,

“I’ve only read a tenth of it.”

Verne waved his hand,

“It’s okay, you finish reading first. We’ll wait here.”

As he spoke, he poured the other party a glass of wine.

Gu Hongming then calmed down and read it.

Although he understands French, “Call of Cthulhu” contains a large number of complex sentences, long and difficult sentences, and the wording is extremely obscure, making it very difficult to read.

It took me an hour and a half to read until I got to the end.

Just like that, he hadn’t finished reading it completely and skipped some parts in the middle.

“Huh~”

He let out a sigh of relief.

Verne asked: “How?”

Gu Hongming muttered: “To be honest, I don’t think much about it.”

Verne couldn’t help but laugh,

“Drinking? Being light-headed really limits comprehension.”

Gu Hongming said: “You said I’m not good at drinking foreign wine? That’s not true. I don’t see the quality of this article. The main reason is the language.”

Verne scratched his head, still puzzled.

Poincaré next to him understood, and gave an example: “Jules, learning a language is actually the same as middle school students doing math problems. When you spend two hours to solve a difficult problem, you will have a sense of accomplishment; but if you spend 500 hours, even if Once you conquer it, you will feel extremely painful.”

Verne asked: “Is that true of you too?”

Poincaré shook his head,

“I am not a middle school student. As a researcher, if my project takes 500 hours to complete, I will worry about whether there are any problems in the proof process.”

Gu Hongming said: “That’s the truth. “Call of Cthulhu” to me doesn’t feel like a novel, but like a French grammar question.”

In this way, what else is interesting?

Verne sighed,

“That’s why your country needs real translators.”

Gu Hongming also felt the same,

Moreover, he became more and more convinced that the vernacular text was not a mistake.

Take “Call of Cthulhu” for example. If this novel wants to be translated into classical Chinese, can it really not lose the horror atmosphere?

At this time, it was getting late,

The sea outside the cruise ship was immersed in deep night.

The moonlight is as soft as fine sand, shining on the sparkling water, forming a bright path, as if it is the entrance to Raleye.

Gu Hongming handed the manuscript back,

“Everyone, do you want to go back to the cabin and rest?”

Verne spread his hands,

“We don’t have a cabin. However, you really need to go back to pack your luggage and get some clothes, otherwise the temperature will drop at night and you may not be able to survive in the corridor in front of Professor Lu.”

These people were really prepared to block the landing door for the night.

Gu Hongming said: “Then let’s go together.”

They leave the restaurant.

When they arrived at the cabin floor where Lin and Gu were staying, the Frenchman began to rummage through his luggage and take out his clothes.

Gu Hongming entered Lin Shu’s room.

I saw Old Lintou lying on the bed, motionless, as if he was lying on his back.

Gu Hongming approached,

“Still pretending?”

Lin Shu: “…”

no response.

Gu Hongming raised his eyebrows in displeasure, came closer and patted the other person’s cheek, threatening: “Stop pretending! If you pretend again, I will slap you in the face!”

“you dare!”

Lin Shu sat up suddenly.

Gu Hongming sat down by the bed and said: “Have you encountered a hard problem today? You have been hunting geese all day long, and the geese pecked your eyes.”

Lin Shu was helpless.

Who would have thought that they would inexplicably meet Verne, one of the leading figures in French literature, on a ship?

What’s even more outrageous is that he is also a fan of Lu Shi, a junior!

Lin Shu said: “But I still stick to my point of view. In vernacular, this is an act to depose Sangang, Yi Junchen, Ping father and son, and it will do great harm. Hongming, that boy in Lu Shi is lawless, how can I and Cao compete with him? In the same group?”

Gu Hongming curled his lips,

“You said that people’s harm is very great. Then I have to ask, if you don’t understand a foreign language and just translate it, won’t it do much harm?”

“Ugh…”

Lin Shu’s eyes darkened again and he fell back.

But he finally suppressed the urge to fall into coma and said: “How can these two be the same? I am already old, and all I can do is to be a rooster and hope that my compatriots will be alert.” There are some additions and deletions in those foreign novels, what’s wrong with that?”

Gu Hongming spread his hands,

“Don’t ask me. I don’t think it’s inappropriate. Is it useful? The key is that the French think it’s inappropriate.”

Lin Shu was silent,

“…”

I am really speechless.

It is true that Xiao Dumas has passed away, so it is impossible to jump out and say that his translation is wrong.

But people in the French literary world did not recognize those translations, which was a huge blow.

What’s more, it was Verne who was against it.

Gu Hongming sighed,

“Come on~ come on~ I’m too lazy to argue with you, why not go find Lu Xiaoyou as soon as possible and have a good chat with him.”

Lin Shu looked like he hated iron for not being able to become steel.

“Why are you looking for him?”

Gu Hongming replied: “I would like to ask him to help review the current teaching materials in the university hall, which ones are advisable and which ones are not. If possible, it would be better to ask him to produce a textbook. Or, ask him to help start a journal. , I heard that there is a new thing called impact factor, I don’t know…”

Before he finished speaking, he was interrupted by Lin Shu.

“Stop talking about it. Stop talking about it.”

Gu Hongming rolled his eyes at the other party,

“If you don’t want to hear it, I’m too lazy to talk~”

After saying that, he went straight out.

The French people had all left, and the suitcases at the door were piled neatly in the corner.

Gu Hongming went straight to the top.

Unexpectedly, Lu Shi seemed to come up with something extraordinary, which caused the French people to discuss in whispers.

“Setting collection? What kind of strange creative idea is this?”

“I’ve never heard of it before…”

“Ha, don’t you all play the “Lord of the Rings” board game? There is a set of settings in it.”

“I’ve actually played with it. Isn’t that an art collection?”

…

The whole corridor was noisy.

Lu Shi held his hands empty and pressed down.

“Everyone.”

In an instant, the scene became quiet.

He continued: “After reading Call of Cthulhu, do you think it will be as successful as horror literature in the traditional sense?”

The French people heard this and looked at each other.

Roland said: “Professor Lu, don’t you have confidence in yourself?”

Lu Shi raised the corners of his mouth,

He has full confidence in the entire Cthulhu mythology system,

But there is little confidence in Call of Cthulhu being published as a single novel.

After all, the original author H.P. Lovecraft was not doing well.

On the contrary, August William Derleth, who perfected and systematized the myth of Cthulhu, is known as the “scourge of all times.”

If something wants to be widely disseminated, it must be popular.

Lu Shi smiled and said, “Actually, I made a mistake just now. There is no ‘horror literature in the traditional sense’ in this world.”

The others laughed too,

In the literature of the early 20th century, the branches were not clear.

Without “Country Teacher”, science fiction has not yet been refined from fantasy novels.

In the same way, without the “Lord of the Rings” trilogy, there would be no branch of fantasy.

Verne asked curiously: “So, Professor Lu, what exactly is the setting set you just mentioned?”

Lu Shi pondered, took out a notebook,

“Just take a look.”

There’s another new work! ?

Everyone was shocked.

Poincaré took the lead and grabbed the notebook, opened the first page, and

I saw two lines of words written on it:

——

It is not the dead who sleep eternally,

In the mysterious eternity, even death itself will disappear.

——

Everyone suddenly thought of Cthulhu and couldn’t help but feel horrified.

Verne urged: “Turn back.”

Poincaré raised his eyebrows.

“Don’t rush!”

He turned back to the second page and found that the title was “Cthulhu.”

It is recorded in detail,

Occasionally use telepathy to contact unspecified humans in the distance,

The underwater city of R’lyeh sleeping in the South Pacific,

Since the seal has not been completely released, he cannot stay away from R’lyeh,

…

This is all information revealed in Call of Cthulhu.

Poincaré said “Huh?”

“What’s this?”

Roland muttered: “It’s a bit like the introduction of monsters in the “Lord of the Rings” board game. Hmm…is this the setting collection?”

The crowd urged Poincaré to continue.

Unexpectedly, there is only one title below –

“Nyarlathotep”.

The rest of the page is blank.

The next page, “Yog-Sothoth,” still has no content.

All the French people were a little confused.

Lu Shi said: “Everyone, you should know that my time and energy are limited. I have recently been writing seven long novels like “Harry Potter”…”

Before the words fell,

“etc!”

Verne interrupted: “Did you just say, seven?”

Lu Shi curled his lips and said, “You heard it right, there are seven parts. Moreover, the chapters will become longer as they go on. The last part is estimated to be four or five times the number of words in “The Philosopher’s Stone”.”

When the French heard this, they were all in a state of confusion.

This is something a human can do! ?

Lu Shize continued the topic just now,

“In short, I cannot completely create my own horror literary mythology system. Therefore, I sincerely invite everyone, and even authors from around the world, to join in and complete my notebook.”

Originally, he even wanted to name the set collection “The Necronomicon”.

It first appeared in the novel “Hound” written by Ai Craftsman in September 1922. Its nominal author is an Arab madman——

Abdullah Alhassad.

He used his knowledge of astrology and astronomy to explain in detail the gods such as Old Seal, Nyarlathotep, Azathoth, Cthulhu, Yog-Sothoth, Shub-Nicholas, and Thatogua. , also records the history of the earth before the emergence of humans.

But in the end, Lu Shi didn’t do such a nasty thing.

Proust asked: “Professor Lu means that we will create the rest of the story?”

Lu Shi nodded,

“Right, that is it.”

Hearing this affirmative answer, everyone at the scene was excited.

That’s Lu Shi’s work!

It is really a great honor to be able to create a second creation based on it.

Verne’s eyes flashed and he came closer,

“Professor Lu, I see, you just want to lie down.”

Lu Shi laughed loudly.

“Yes, I want to lie down flat.”

If you create according to the language style of “Call of Cthulhu”, it will be a very troublesome thing.

So, just leave it to others.

What’s more, the history of the Cthulhu Mythos is like this.

When Ai Crafts creates, there is no clear system, and there may not even be a general framework.

Modern Cthulhu was compiled and created by multiple authors.

For example, using the style of Ke style,

Just like a person, every organ in the body comes from a different person.

Verne said: “Professor Lu, it’s not impossible if you want to lie down, but it’s best to write a few more articles to set the tone for the entire system.”

This makes sense.

Lu Shi couldn’t help but ponder, and then nodded,

“I can write three or four more.”

Verne said: “That’s it. Starting with you, I believe that there will be many authors interested in horror literature who will fill their notebooks… um… settings collections.”

As he spoke, he felt a little emotional,

“Professor Lu, I have to admire your rich imagination and unconstrained imagination.”

Lu Shi was puzzled.

“how?”

Verne said: “The setting collection…this weird idea, how did you come up with it?”