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As the founders of the Prix Goncourt, the Goncourt brothers had not yet become famous, but they had already entered the literary circles of Paris at this time.

Seeing Baudelaire's gloomy face, Goncourt restrained his hippie smile and replaced it with a serious look, and asked, "What happened?" “

Baudelaire sat down and told the other party everything that had happened before. After hearing this, Edmond Goncourt frowned and said indignantly, "They are too much, is there anything I can do to help?" ”

"Do me a favor, tomorrow I want to publish an article in your newspaper Le Française."

Goncourt was stunned for a moment, and asked hesitantly, "You want to write a positive article to question the French government about this matter?" Are you crazy? Do you still want to get into a lawsuit? ”

The French government has always been extremely sensitive to the case of the revolutionaries, after all, Napoleon III started with the February Revolution, and he also kept an eye on the republicans who tried to start an uprising.

"It's not."

Baudelaire raised the manuscript in his hand, handed it to the other party, and said calmly, "I hope to publish this serial, and by the way, I would also like to write an article questioning why the French police can violate the 1789 Declaration of the Rights of Man, which states that private property is sacrosanct." ”

The rest of the people present could hear that Baudelaire wanted to use the crime of trespassing on a private house to avoid the direct conflict on the sensitive topic of arresting the revolutionary party, and to use the police to break into a private house to build public opinion and force the French authorities to relent.

Sure enough, it's a cunning fox.

"Count me in."

Dumas raised his hand and said with a sneer, "I haven't fought with a pen for a long time, after all, don't get used to the darkness and defend it." ”

"Also, don't mock those who are braver than yourself."

George San added, she slowly raised her hand and said calmly, "Count me in too." ”

Facing a room of people gradually raising their hands, Goncourt was a little overwhelmed.

"What are you doing...... What are you doing......

Goncourt felt a little puzzled, and couldn't understand why everyone stood up for a moment.

Baudelaire smiled and said, "Goncourt, because you just missed a good play." I'm going to go to a lawyer and hope he'll help Gallian. ”

"It's the first time I've seen you so dedicated to helping someone you've only met a few times."

Turgenev, who had not intervened, finally spoke, looked at the empty doorway, and whispered, "Is this young man worthy of your best efforts?" ”

"Whether it's talent or character, I think it's worth it."

Garion turned around and said to the people around him, "By the way, has this young man passed your mental test?" ”

The others looked at each other and said in unison, "Full marks." ”

Garian is escorted to the Paris police station, his first foray into the violent apparatus of the Empire. The cold gray-white walls are like a cage of freedom, revealing the unknown side of the prosperous and glorious empire.

Dark and violent. Any unstable element that dares to oppose the operation of the violent machine of the empire will be crushed by the gears of steel.

There was nothing extra in the small room except for a table and a chair, and if there was a chandelier with a wire shade, he would have been mistaken for the Gestapo with the banner on his sleeve.

Garion waited quietly for the interrogators to appear.

The closed iron door opened a gap, and the sheriff, who had a grim face, walked in.

In the dim light, Garion could only see a grim face, his eyes revealing a fierce light. He walked up to the other party, looked at the young man in front of him condescendingly, and said in a cold voice, "Your name is Garion?" ”

Garion glanced at him, but didn't speak.

The police have the right to interrogate, he has the right to remain silent.

"Revolutionary, you don't have to be in a hurry to speak, there will be a time for you to confess."

Looking at the silent young man in front of him, he opened the topic first.

"My name is Bilder, and by the way I will let you remember. I guarantee you'll have your legs shaking when you hear that name for the rest of your days. ”

"Beard?"

When Garion heard the name, he finally reacted, he thought for a moment, raised his head and asked with a look of pity, "Wait, your ex-wife is Linio, who was hidden by Hugo's house?" Am I right? ”

The corners of Beard's mouth twitched, and the scar buried deep in his heart was once again revealed, and a handful of salt was sprinkled on it.

In 1845, the lace scandal of Hugo's adultery with a policeman's wife shocked the people of Paris, when the 43-year-old French senator was caught in bed by her policeman husband and should have been convicted of adultery, but was spared because Hugo had criminal immunity granted by King Philippe.

Although it was just an ordinary scandal, it caused a lot of trouble because the person concerned was Senator Hugo, and as a result, Hugo missed out on the position of minister because of this incident.

Hearing the name Hugo, Bilder, who was a sheriff, instantly turned purple, and he stood up and roared, "Shut up! ”

"Looks like I guessed right."

Garion continued slowly, "Think about it, friend. I know that as a man, it's a shame for my wife to be put to sleep with. But to be a man, you have to be broad-minded. Isn't it just that his wife is a bus and a horse-drawn carriage, and anyone can get on it? Isn't there another man in Linho's heart? Isn't it just that the other party is Hugo, who is more than ten years older than you? You should choose to forgive her. ”

"I said shut up!"

Enraged, the policeman stood up abruptly, walked up to Garion angrily, grabbed him by the collar, pushed him against the wall, stared at him angrily, pointed to his nose, and gritted his teeth in warning, "If you say it again, I'll let you crawl out." ”

"If you dare to do that with insufficient evidence."

Garion paused, his eyes half-narrowed, and a sneer on his lips as he threatened, "My friend will set off a wave of public pressure, and your old story from fifteen years ago will also be honored in the newspaper." When the time comes, you need the people of Paris to remind you, has your wife slept with Hugo? ”

PS: After the new book was released, there has been a buzz of doubts in the comment area, not for the text, but for the cynicism of the position. It is true that I also know that some people are the life of the Bolsheviks, the hearts of the bourgeois. However, Lu Xun's article has already seen everything, and I will not repeat it too much.

"When a warrior dies in battle, the first thing the flies see is his shortcomings and scars, and they scream, and the camp screams, thinking that they are proud, that they are more heroic than the dead warriors. But the warriors have died in battle and no longer come and wave them. So the flies cried even more in their camps, thinking themselves immortal, because their perfection was far above that of the warriors. ”

"Indeed, no one has ever seen the shortcomings and traumas of the flies."

"However, a warrior with flaws is a warrior after all, and a perfect fly is only a fly after all."

Finally, a "Internationale" is sent to the bourgeois and spiritual bourgeois here, wishing you a bright heart in the future.