Inside the court.

After the editor-in-chief of the Red Deer Society, Swaminathan, and the president glanced at each other, they all looked down in unison, their eyes were cold, and they all hated this kid very much.

In the crowd, Amirhui: "I know what you're asking, I think you've probably finished all three generations of me." I didn't study abroad and I don't have relatives who are foreign, but I want to ask if I can't read foreign literature? I have watched a lot of foreign works, so I have developed this narrative method, can't I? ”

When this sentence was spoken, everyone was dumbfounded and looked at each other.

Then, someone made up the knife:

"Please don't use your brains to measure my IQ!"

At this moment, an uproar rang out.

"It's so arrogant" "What are you talking about" "You're insulting me, I'm going to sue you"

Shouting and screaming came and went.

At this moment, these eyes are like a deep pool of water, and the black under the eyes is unfathomable, but the vicissitudes of time can be vaguely seen.

This vicissitudes are not only the traces left by the years, but also the marks that can only be left after countless ups and downs. His eyes flashed, and the light of wisdom was clearly visible.

The reporters were secretly taken aback, this kind of look is absolutely impossible if it is not the half-moon precipitation that has gone through thousands of sails.

The originally quiet community suddenly became very lively, and people from all walks of life came out, one by one, standing on the balcony to watch the excitement, or gathered around the scene downstairs, pointing and pointing.

Amir Hui saw that the heat was almost over, so he continued: "As for the mature writing is not like what ordinary newcomers write, I can only laugh at this matter, who stipulates that the writing style of newcomers can't be old and mature?" Who stipulates that newcomers must be immature when writing handwriting? ”

Amirhui's answer plunged the scene into silence.

His words were actually explained very clearly and sincerely, and many people nodded in agreement.

"It's a pity that you don't write novels as detectives, such a logical story, I am funny when I see this reason, and dare not be a little more naïve, in your eyes, if you write well, it is called plagiarism! Sophisticated writing is plagiarism, and if it's too well written, it's not a book written by someone else?! ”

"Ridiculous!"

"Who stipulates that students can't write good works, you look at people and things, regardless of the facts, and look at them according to your own imaginary reasoning, right? Don't think that others can't do what you can't do, it doesn't mean anything, it can only say that you are ignorant! Saying that, Amirhui himself couldn't help but applaud.

It was quiet, and at this time, in addition to the sound of motor vehicles in the large courtyard of the court, the sound of the wind became more obvious, and even the sound of a person coughing could be heard clearly, and the noise of the crowd on the periphery became extremely quiet in an instant.

For a while, there was silence on the field, and everyone looked at each other for a while, all with strange faces.

This time, everyone knew that he was not actually talking to reporters, but responding to someone who was holding him back.

Amir Hui said slowly: "This theory is simply invincible, isn't it called "judging plagiarism theory"? I heard that this theory was first put forward by the "Red Deer Daily", and it was also proposed by the editor-in-chief of the Red Deer Daily, and I can't help but feel a sense of admiration here, why don't you be such a small editor-in-chief, just go to the Supreme Court to be a judge and prosecutor or something. ”

When everyone heard this, there was a bang.

However, everyone listened to it and laughed out loud, writing well is plagiarism, the style is plagiarism like a foreign country, and the sophisticated writing is plagiarism, which is indeed quite a domineering theory.

"Amirhui, are you a refutation of the Red Deer Newspaper?"

"Amirhui, what do you think of the outcome of this lawsuit?"

"Do you think you can win?"

"What confidence do you have to say that?!"

"Amir ......"

"Amir Hui ......"

"Why don't you speak?"

"Amirhui, please answer us!"

Only then did the reporters react, and one after another they began to ask questions enthusiastically and frantically, and some of them even opened their mouths and closed their mouths to say that he was quibbling.

The few people who let the Red Deer Club upstairs watch the show finally breathe a sigh of relief.

In fact, they didn't worry much about this case, because they had already opened up relationships with the people in the court, and as long as the evidence was not one-sided, they wouldn't lose even if they couldn't win!

At this time, the court's bailiffs and security guards had already arrived with batons and hurriedly pushed the reporters away.

The reporters also pestered Amir Hui to speak, and Amir Hui, under the protection of a group of bailiffs, walked with people safe and sound like the main entrance of the court, a distance of dozens of meters, step by step.

Just when everyone thought that Amirhui was going to face it silently and refused to respond.

Amirhui ignored passers-by and reporters, raised his eyes to look at the statue of the goddess representing justice in the court, and then at the people of the Red Deer Society upstairs, his eyes became a little vicissitudes, and he said faintly: "Meanness is the pass of the despicable, and nobility is the epitaph of the noble!" ”

Ha?

What the?

Is this poetry? Is it modern poetry?

The expressions of the parties were different.

The mood was mixed.

At this sound, everyone looked at him in astonishment.

The despicable can rely on the meanness to get unimpeded, and the noble can only enter the tombstone with the noble? Amir Hui said this paragraph, many onlookers and bailiffs were unaware, and they only felt that it was so powerful, but now other reporters are basically from universities, and they still know the basic literary knowledge, and this poem is definitely not simple.

Because Amirhui's voice was too loud.

Upstairs, the editor-in-chief of the Red Deer Society, Swaminathan, and the president could hear it clearly, and their faces immediately changed!

Amir Hui had nothing else in his eyes but the door to the court, and said coldly word by word, "Look, in that gilded sky, there is a crooked reflection of the dead. The Ice Age has passed, so why are there ice cubes everywhere? The Cape of Good Hope was discovered, why are thousands of sails competing in the Dead Sea? ”

The opening chapter uses a paradoxical aphorism to denounce the absurd era of reversal of right and wrong, "gilding" reveals falsehood, and "crooked reflection" alludes to the soul, which is in stark contrast.

A few questions were thrown out.

The scene was already silent.

The videographer was also dumbfounded.

But they all quickly raised their cameras and didn't dare to tremble in the slightest, which is big news! Big news about red fruits.

Especially those reporters, everyone's faces were replaced by a strong sense of excitement and excitement, and the reporter's urine and professionalism that he feared that the world would not be chaotic exploded at this moment!

Click, although the reporters were blocked by the police, although Amir Hui did not stop, they still chased crazy and seemed to take pictures of Amir Hui's crazy family, recording those who had a voice recorder, and relying on their brains to memorize those who didn't, all without missing a word.

And Dixit, Amiryu, Roy, Ah San and others behind Amir Hui were already dumbfounded, and they could only keep up with the footsteps in a daze.

Amirhui's tone slowed down a bit, "I came into this world with nothing but paper, ropes, and figures. In order to read out the voices of those who were sentenced before the trial. ”

Suddenly.

Amirhui's eyes flashed with thoughts, and he kept sneering, his voice getting higher and higher, "Tell you!" World, I don't believe it! Even if there are a thousand challengers under your feet, count me as the first—a thousand and one! ”

At this moment, the audience was silent, and everyone listened quietly, and they were stupid for a while.

Amirhui exhaled.

"I don't believe the sky is blue"

"I don't believe in the echo of Ray"

"I don't believe dreams are fake"

"I don't believe that death has no retribution"

In the end, Amirhui seemed to be facing judgment, and his heart was open, and he smiled fearlessly: "If the ocean is destined to burst, let all the bitter water pour into my heart." If the land is destined to rise, let humanity choose the peak of survival again. A new turn and a twinkling star are filling the unobstructed sky, which is 5,000 years of hieroglyphs. ”

Under the serene gaze of the statue of the goddess who represents justice and justice, the sun shines brightly, adding a touch of divine light to Amirhui's figure: "That is the future - the eyes of the people who gaze!" “

After Amir Hui finished reading this poem, there will be a period of time before it appears, and the poet Kitajima's "Answer" finally shouted: "Justice is at ease in the hearts of the people!" Here is my answer. ”

Amir Hui's words, one stone stirred up a thousand waves, although the words are difficult to hear, but almost all reporters are aware of the topic, explosive topic.

However.

The poem was a poem that showed the coldness of grief and indignation, and expressed doubts about the world in a firm tone, and many people stayed there motionless, no one caught up, and no one spoke again.

It seems that the whole world is experiencing Amirhui's mood at this moment, and it seems to be realizing what kind of person can write such a beautiful poem at such a time.

As for the fact that there are still people who question him plagiarism?

Hehehe.

Ask millions of people in front of the TV if they say yes!!?