Chapter 7 The Origin of the World accelerates progress and increases favorability by 1
The warrior was very fast. Although he didn't know much about literature, he got full marks in the required course of intelligence screening. We quickly selected a magazine that currently had stable sales, a strong track record, and the courage to embrace new ideas.
They are "Literature", "Wave" and "Contemporary Image". "Literature" is a long-established magazine that is supplied in major government offices. It focuses on conservative traditional literature. Several of Natsume Suseki's published works come from here. "The Wave" is a reformist literature that emerged in response to the war. It focuses on criticism, dialectical thinking and a small amount of social observation. Although it emerged in a chaotic era, it was not founded many years later than "Literature". "Contemporary Image" is the youngest one, focusing on the parts that young people prefer, mostly novels and changes of the times. It may seem to have little literary value, but in fact, it often publishes some outstanding articles. Although this book is not within the scope of agency orders, its circulation remains high.
Although it’s a bit early to say it now, different types of works published in different journals will naturally label the authors. Although conservatives, reformers and newcomers seem to not interfere with each other, they actually have their own system of judgment. For example, there would be no problem for a reformist writer to submit his work to "Contemporary", but if he chooses "Literature" then there would be an additional consideration. There is no problem for conservatives to vote for "The Wave", but if they vote for "Contemporary", it will most likely be rejected for not matching the style.
This kind of implicit rule at the literary level is a new perspective for Fukuzawa Yukichi. He is a down-to-earth conservative reader. Although he also reads articles by reformists, in the final analysis, in this world where literature is completely rotten, reformists cannot write anything good. Most of the reformists' articles are self-righteous criticisms from top to bottom, which have an influence on people like him who are in the midst of turmoil and darkness. They can only stimulate some thinking. They can even be described as a bad feeling of "why not eat meat porridge" and nonsense, and their appreciation value is not as good as that of solid traditional literature.
In the end, he contacted Qian Jianmu. Qian Jianmu did not get entangled in the delicate relationship between the two types of literature, but directly decided to submit it to "Contemporary". If Contemporary doesn't work, he will try to switch to "The Wave".
"I have no interest in interfering in the controversy. There's nothing wrong with voting for Contemporary Magazine, right? I am indeed a freshman (young) anyway."
He was indeed very young. Fukuzawa Yukichi was silent for a few seconds before accepting his reasoning. But after hanging up the phone, he felt truly relieved. If Qian Jianmu really wanted to use the article to do something, it would inevitably make it difficult for him.
But in any case, Fukuzawa Yukichi quickly organized the existing manuscripts and submitted them to the publishing house. Fukuzawa Yukichi did not have any hope for "Contemporary" because "Silence" had a subtle critical tone no matter how you looked at it.
But surprisingly, "Contemporary" approved the submission of "Mutism" very quickly. After negotiation, the article will be published in the magazine in sections and will continue to be published at a frequency of once every two weeks, which is unexpectedly smooth.
It has to be said that Sengenmaku's shadow was quite erratic, and he really did leave everything to Fukuzawa Yukichi. One reason is that Sengenmaku doesn't care about the article at all, and another reason is that Sengenmaku lives in a very remote place and there is no signal near the shrine. Fukuzawa Yukichi had to undertake a lot of work in liaison with editors, and he had to make the final decision on many things. Overall, Fukuzawa Yukichi felt quite delicate.
The publication of the article did not cause much stir, and the type of publication was in some ways not worthy of being published. After logging out twice in the first month, there was no big stir. Only by listening to Zero's reports every day can Chimamu truly feel the popularity of the article. Because the articles are published in parts, the energy points received by zero are also obtained in parts. If a person gets 0.1 points after reading an article, then after reading a section of a magazine, the energy points may reach 0.005~0.007. However, little by little, it adds up to a lot. Over the course of a month, I can earn several hundred points, which is much more efficient than just reading books.
After handing the last part to Fukuzawa Yukichi, not to mention that Fukuzawa Yukichi looked hesitant and a little heavy after reading the entire article. Qian Jianmu could finally go ahead and register his identity.
He had planned the identity registration long ago. It was nothing more than a subtle move, using the intelligence information at hand to create a time difference. An ordinary piece of intelligence can often be sold at a high price at the right time. Even if the information is false, it can still generate a huge profit if handled properly. What he had to do was more complicated. First, he created conflicts and intelligence, then packaged the intelligence and the corresponding plan and sold one plan to two parties. He obtained a fake identity through Mafia A's special private means, and as soon as the identity was successfully logged in, he emptied the employees on the entire identity registration chain in a reasonable and planned manner, disrupted the registration marks, and then directly let Mafia B eat up the organization.
This process took him nearly half a year. In the late autumn before the arrival of the new winter, the two small organizations engaged in a fierce exchange of fire, the brutality of which was even worse than that of a large organization like the Port Mafia. The personnel of both sides seemed to be under a spell and didn't care about anything. The exchange of fire lasted for ten days. With the huge explosion of the organization's base and the ruthless encirclement, the two small organizations officially merged into one. All the high-level members of the eliminated organization died, and the old-school members also scattered like birds and beasts.
Everything happened exactly as Chiba had planned. He even managed to become invisible to both forces. The result of countless deaths was ten brand new resident certificates with legitimate sources.
A plan came to an end, and "Mutism" came to an end while the crossfire was going on. At the moment of full release, Zero reported a large amount of energy value entering the account. Publishing an article is similar to reading a book. If a book has no ending, the energy value will be at least halved. If the published article is not complete, it will also be deleted. The energy value provided by those who failed to finish reading the article remains unchanged, but the energy value provided by those who have finished reading the article will be directly based on the original value, which is 0.1 per article, and the remaining difference will be returned. The day after the epilogue update, Qian Jianmu obtained as much new energy as the total amount of energy he had obtained before.
With victory on both fronts, Qian Jianmu can finally put his mind at ease and spend the winter, while he writes some more manuscripts.
He had no idea and didn't care what kind of waves "Mutism" had caused on the homepage of the Yokohama section of the literary forum. In the beginning, no one actually cared. The excellence of Qian Jianmu's narrative lies in the fact that his writing has a kind of gradually deepening horror. It is not harsh or sharp, but the inner thoughts are extremely spicy. At first glance, you'll just feel uneasy, but after a little thought and putting it into reality, you'll feel an unimaginable dull pain that tears apart the mask of calm. In particular, his ending is designed to be very desperate, which almost directly overturns the entire article's definition of silence, pointing the sword at all silent individuals and all forces that force people to be silent.
He wrote:
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At the trial bench, I was silent for a long time, perhaps because of the hint from the guards the night before, or perhaps I really couldn't bear it anymore. As I delivered my last words, I broke my pen and my vocal cords trembled.
I said:
"I turned out to be a complete quiescent person. This is my entire sin."
I whispered in a low, unclear voice:
"It's come to this. I just hope you can take good care of my child. He is different from me. Please treat him well."
The executioners were silent, but the spectators suddenly became noisy and agitated. No one made any noise, but the atmosphere of surprise spread silently.
I saw some light behind me, and when I turned around, I discovered that new words were typed on the huge screen where the official document was announced.
[As you can see! This is the first real case of "mutism syndrome" patient in our country! ］
……ha?
The word squirmed.
[Mutism syndrome was discovered thirty years ago and is suspected to be highly contagious. All suspected cases died by homicide or suicide. According to the words and deeds of the prisoner xxx and his relatives, the specific symptoms are: memory confusion, trying to use language to deceive others, great dissatisfaction with the normal behavior of "silence", pretending to be normal, and having no awareness of infringing on the rights and interests of others and killing others. ］
ha? ? ? !
[Example 1: After the death of his wife and child, the prisoner xxx still maintained the illusion that the child still existed and firmly believed that the child was not dead. On x/x/x, he handed a note to his colleague a. The next day, a colleague committed suicide, suspected to be a case of mutism syndrome. ］
I said loudly:
"What the hell are you writing!"
But as examples are presented one after another, all the sorrow is washed away, leaving only the embodiment of the symptoms, as if if we study hard, then what we have lost and what we have endured can be prevented and cured.
I suddenly turned around and looked towards the execution viewing area. I saw those eyes. They were looking at me passionately. It didn't seem like they were looking at a person, but rather at a living case.
Say something, say something quickly.
No one speaks, no one? !
Am I an outlier? Am I correct? Is silence right? Is the language wrong?
Say something!
Everything was strung together to prove that I had a damn disease.
But no one spoke up, as always, no one could speak directly for me!
And along with the ending subtitles behind me comes a new trial.
[Prisoner xxx was exempted from the death penalty due to special circumstances and was transferred to the National Research Institute as a member of the "Silence Syndrome" research team. That's all. ］
ha?
I was surrounded by such absurdity that even at this moment I was not sure whether I was mentally sound or whether I had that damn disease.
The wife mutilated herself, the father set herself on fire, the colleague committed suicide. If all these misfortunes are classified as an absurd disease, then should the pain also be kept silent?
Oppressed, trampled upon, with no way out, they clumsily integrate into the society of ordinary people and are speechless with their fellow pretenders. But now, even the sorrow that had been swallowed with tears was forced to remain silent.
You cannot discuss, you cannot resist, you cannot struggle, you cannot seek death.
Don't look, don't listen, don't speak.
From then on, you may not even be able to control yourself and want to die.
…
I closed my eyes, and all the past disappeared like ashes. The virtual cage I built for myself gradually shattered. The grief and anger that I forced myself not to pay attention to suddenly surged up. A sneer uncontrollably came out of my throat, and I murmured softly.
"I see. So as long as I don't make any noise, I can pretend I can't see anything?"
I said:
"Then, gentlemen and ladies, I am about to die. What right do you have to force me to remain silent like you do? What reason do you have to force me to turn a blind eye like you do?"
I said:
"To all of you who have heard my declaration, please remember the guilt you have committed. At this moment, all of you are potential patients of mutism. You can no longer speak, so what else can you say! Ha!"
I bit off my tongue, and my medical student instinct told me how it could kill me. The police surrounded me, they were dressed in black, just as I had been dressed in black, just as we were dressed in black.
They circled me around and around, and I was forcibly resuscitated, but this was not the only way I had of committing suicide.
Everything can be solved with disease! All problems can be explained by death from illness!
Only until this moment did my broken spirit slowly heal.
[People with mutism usually die by suicide. ］
[This proves it! Such diseases do exist! ］
…
Great! Silence is such a virtue.
…
Before closing my eyes, I saw the determined eyes of the guard who followed me, that staunch taciturnist. There was a hint of confusion and sadness in his eyes, but he himself was accustomed to it without realizing it.
This young man didn't even know what crime he had been convicted of in advance and why he had been made sick in advance.
What else can I say? What else am I allowed to say?
…
No one spoke, and even I was deprived of the ability to speak at this moment.
Epilogue of "Quiet Syndrome"
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Like a gentle question.
The common people endure suffering, act cautiously, and give up relationships, while the upper class is dark and corrupt, oppressing people at every level and pretending that everything is peaceful.
How can we get used to this? How can this be used as a moral standard?
It was like someone whispering, pleading softly:
Say something, at least something.
At this moment, the reader fell silent and answered:
What should I say? What can I say?
Thus, a strong vortex was born in the turbulent water surface, forcefully pulling more people into this cycle called mutism. Just like the real mutism syndrome in the world, it is incredibly contagious. This deep self-reflection gradually sprouts, and readers who try to say something begin to 'say something' in broken language.
A week after the publication of The End of MUTS, the contagious disease of MUTS officially began to spread.
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