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Lind Baier said: "Mr. Grace/Akhays, what you just said is naturally the most correct way to judge. However, as we all know, it is impossible to wait for each manuscript to be published before we can tell whether it is good or bad. ”

"Yes. But isn't that what you and your lovely editors do? Mr. Grace said.

At this time, the old man was tilting his head slightly, propping up his elbows, and supporting the sides of the soft chair. He had to do this in order to make his gray hair fall into Lindebyer's eyes, and also to let his eyes see the movements and expressions of the editor-in-chief opposite.

"Yes, that's really our job." Lindbyer's reply was so quick that it seemed that the slightest delay would lead to some kind of doubt about the adequacy of the editor-in-chief's duties.

Lindbyer then added, "Mr. Grace/Ackhays, if I'm not mistaken, you've probably read 'Skyrim's Cage as well. ”

"Yes, I went out of my way to look at the total sales for February. Of course, that was the only time. ”

I don't know if it's an illusion, but Lindbyer felt that when Grace answered this sentence, her wrinkled face seemed to have a slightly more unpleasant expression.

So, Mr. Editor-in-Chief coughed, and a short note came out of his nose, which was rather meaningful, and said, "Mr. Grace/Akhays, it's not that I want to shirk my responsibility. But since you've been an editor before, and since you've seen Skyrim's cage, forgive me for taking the liberty of asking: what do you find most appealing about it? ”

"As a general manager, I certainly find it most appealing because it can greatly increase the sales of the publication......" Grace let out a few dry laughs that he didn't feel humorous, and then he gave up this senseless gesture and replied with a calm face: "As an old editor, I actually hate that article quite a bit like you, although I also have to admit that the torture in it is quite ...... Attractive. ”

On the desk, the huge cardboard box just blocked the sunlight from the blinds, casting a thick shadow over Lindebyer's face. So, even through the glasses, the general manager didn't notice that when he finished saying that, a slight smile suddenly appeared on the face of the editor-in-chief.

Lindbyer tried to fill her voice with a heartfelt meaning, saying, "Yes, Mr. Grace/Ackhays. Everyone knows that even after more than 20 years, your ability to review manuscripts is still not under any one editor. ”

"I agree with you exactly. The only thing in that manuscript that some readers will like ......" At this point, Lindbyer lowered his head slightly, looked at the cardboard box that no one had touched, and added: "...... In other words, the only thing that makes a beautiful word appear on the "Table of Printing Increases" is indeed the description of torture...... Those damn torture ......"

The muscles of Grace's cheeks moved involuntarily, pulling into a smiling expression, and he let some of the air that had just escaped from his lungs rush through his nose and let out a "hum" sound, signaling Lindbyer, who had paused slightly, to continue.

“…… After scolding two sentences in a row, Lindbyer'......s voice became smooth again, and he said: "One thing we must admit is that although the text is jerky, the descriptions are empty, and the themes are confused, the imagination of the cage of the sky is indeed very good. And, up until that point, it was a pretty good piece of writing if it was just about appeal. ”

"Up to that point...... What do you mean......" Before Grace knew it, she had moved her back away from the back of the soft chair and sat up straight, her expression becoming serious.

Lindebyer, who sat up straight and looked equally serious, nodded and said, "Yes, you are not mistaken. By now, the torture, the imagination, has become less and less. ”

"Less?" Grace leaned forward slightly, and her face showed a very resolute, inquiring look.

"Yes, less and less." "It's a little bit more complicated. Mr. Grace/Akehays, will you allow me to elaborate? ”

Grace frowned slightly, raised his wrist to look, and said, "Please speak." ”

"Thank you very much."

This time, whether it is the gaze, the expression, or the movement, Lindebyer perfectly embodies the meaning of "thank you very much".

Then, taking a deep breath, he felt a little bit of trouble breathing, so the editor-in-chief reached out and straightened his tie a little bit.

Bless me, O God!

He prayed silently in his heart, and then opened his mouth:

"Dear Mr. Grace/Ackhays, I must tell you that in the beginning, in the first article, the damned 'Archon' sent in about five thousand words. 5,000 grammatical errors, nonsense words. However, out of those 5,000 words, more than 4,000 are descriptions of torture, and as a result, that damn 'Consul' swindled over 20,000 stars and stripes from us......

“…… Then, in the second part, he sent another 8,000 equally dry words. This time, there were about 7,000 descriptions of torture, and it was at that time that we raised our remuneration to five stars per word. ”

Half a month later, in the next third article, the number of words he sent had reached 13,000. However, this time, there are only more than 2,000 words left in the description of torture. ”

The pen in Grace's hand had long been put down, and he tapped his fingers on his desk, and suddenly said, "Dear Mr. Editor-in-Chief, after this happened, I believe you must have taken some kind of action." ”

"Yes, Mr. Grace/Ackhays. Every time I received a submission, I tried to communicate with the Archon as carefully as possible, but unfortunately, each time it didn't produce the desired effect. ”

God, you must forgive me.

I just selectively uttered a few slightly ambiguous sentences and didn't choose to lie.

Lindbyer used the muscles in his lower back to loosen the upper body of his seat, thus hiding his entire head to the back of the cardboard box and hiding the rather complicated expression on his face.

In his mouth, he was still gushing: "Every conversation did not produce the desired effect, and the 'consul' continued to go his own way. Moreover, the further back you go, the more words you submit, the less content you have about punishment, and the more and more ...... letters of opinion from readers to the editorial office."

Grace didn't seem to hear Lindebyer's deliberately accentuated tone on the word "opinion letter", but directly asked the crucial question: "Don't write about the punishment?" So what did he write? ”

"Everything is ......" Without pause, Lindebyer read it with great familiarity: "In the fourth chapter, he writes about the shape of a cage; In the fifth chapter, he writes about the material of torture instruments; In the sixth, he writes about a certain color of an object mounted on a certain part of the body of the tortured; Seventh ......"

Grace was not interested in any of this, he waved his hand again and again, and said, "This time, what did he write?" ”

"This time, he's writing about the starry sky outside the cage."

"Starry Sky ......" Grace didn't ask questions like "how is it written?" ---- everyone knows how beautiful Mr. Consul's writing is.

“…… How much was written? Grace asked.

"Ninety-five thousand words! He wrote ninety-five thousand words. Mr. Grace/Ackhays, can you imagine? 95,000 words of 'starry sky'! Moreover, I deliberately checked all kinds of information, and the stars he wrote, whether it is size, shape, color, trajectory, etc., almost do not conform to any common sense, and have nothing to do with the starry sky above our heads! The most important thing is that in those 95,000 words, all of them are inexplicable words, the preface does not match the afterword, the logic is incomprehensible, and there are many errors. ”

Grace didn't care about the common sense of Mr. "Archon", he asked, "All the stars?" Isn't there a description of torture? ”

Lindbyer shook his head and said, "Yes." ”

Looking at the expression on Lindebyer's face, Grace frowned: "Rarely?" ”

"It's not just very little." Lindebyer coughed, cleared his throat, and said, "Mr. 'Archon's manuscript contains a full eighty-one words on punishment, plus thirteen punctuation marks! ”

"Eighty-one words, that's a pretty big number......" Grace leaned her back back into the soft chair and closed her eyes. His brow furrowed tightly, indicating that he was in a rather deep state of thought. After a long while, he reopened his eyes and said, "Can you show me the latest submission?" ”

Lindbyer handed the manuscript to Grace, who stood up and took it, flipped through it, and soon found the page that had been folded up in the thick, nearly 100-page manuscript.

In the dense lines of words on that page of A4 paper, there were several narrow lines of text, and a small circle was drawn in black handwriting around it.

That's "eighty-one words, thirteen punctuation" in 95,000 words. ”

Grace propped up her glasses and began to read.

It's not an easy thing to do.

After three minutes, he raised his head again, and his forehead was already covered with fine beads of sweat.

He's not hot at all.

It was a cold sweat. It was midday, and the summer sun poured in through the blinds and shone on Grace's back, but instead of making him feel the slightest warmth, he felt cold all over his body.

Eighty-one words, thirteen punctuation marks......

Grace glanced back at the place circled by the black handwriting with the peripheral eyes of his eyes, and at this time, he grabbed the manuscript with his left hand and put it far away, but at a distance of nearly half a meter, he still seemed to be able to smell a strong smell of blood from the three short lines of words, from the lines of the eighty-one words, as if from the abyss and hell.

Yes, the smell of blood.

Like throwing off a grenade, Grace immediately threw the manuscript on the table and said, "Mr. Editor-in-Chief......

“…… Cage Ten of Skyrim, published as usual. ”

Linde Baier stood up and made a final effort: "Mr. Grace/Ackhays, it's 95,000 words, and we can't ...... it because the magazine layout can't fit in."

"Dear Mr. Lindbyer......" said Grace, who was in his sixties, waving his hand, "if I'm not mistaken, you're the editor-in-chief of the Supernatural Science Fiction Magazine." Are you going to put such a difficult question as magazine layout to the test of a poor old man like me? ”

……

Ten minutes later, the office of the editor-in-chief of the supernatural legends.

“…… Okay, that's all there is to it. Mr. David/Smith, you can go out and do what you have to do in a week. ”

David's eyes widened and almost fell to the ground.

After a few seconds, he came back to his senses, and his first action was to quickly lower his head and mutter.

After a short moment, David raised his head again, waved the thick manuscript in his hand, and shouted, "Mr. Editor-in-Chief, there are only eighty-one words in this, plus thirteen punctuation marks!" ”

"Yes, I know, I counted it as carefully as you did...... Plus, I just counted it three more times. ”

David propped his hands up to the edge of his desk and squeaked the innocent table: "Just a few poor words, just a few poor punctuation, are you going to let me cram them evenly into a ninety-five thousand word manuscript?" How did you come up with the idea of letting me do this kind of hard work that even God needs? ”

"Mr. David/Smith......" said Lindbyer, who was in her forties, waving his hand repeatedly, "You are the responsible editor of Mr. 'Archon', and are you going to use it to test my poor old fellow with such a simple question as manuscript editing and proofreading?" ”

……

In a sea of stars, whether it is size, shape, color, trajectory, etc., etc., it hardly conforms to any common sense of the earth, and has nothing to do with the starry sky above the earth's head.

The fleet commander's ship is stopping at a certain piece of the earth that cannot be described by words, and if it must be tried by force, then it will definitely be inexplicable, incoherent in the preamble, illogical and full of errors.

The adjutant, who had just been in office for six hundred years, suddenly sent a private wavelength to the fleet commander: "Commander, 0.0003 seconds ago (light rain early morning special interpreter, automatic conversion of time units), the alliance command gave that old troublesome escape direction. ”

"Where?"

"Cosmic X7329.3479, Y4028.4802, Z3080.4929 azimuth."

Silent.

Silent.

Silent.

Until a full 0.0002 seconds passed, the fleet commander still did not react in the slightest.

The adjutant finally couldn't hold his breath anymore and said, "Commander, do you want to assemble immediately and organize a pursuit?" ”

After another 0.0003 seconds, using a higher level of privacy wavelength, the commander finally replied: "Dear adjutant, did you write a suicide note before joining the fleet?" ”

"No, of course, I don't."

"You can go and write now."

"Why?" In the wavelength passed by the adjutant to the commander, there were some slight signs of disorder.

"Think about it, my dear adjutant...... That old troublesome fled so far away, and when we arrived, we were faced with an unknown number of fleets loyal to him. If luck is bad enough, that maggot may have mastered half of the fleet by now. ”

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By June, the book had reached a staggering 3,500 words a day.

Now, almost all the chapters in the third volume have reached more than 4,000.

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