Chapter 1425 Outline

Zhang Heng handed over the outline printed out from the computer to Hemingway.

"Is this the novel you plan to write?" Hemingway handed it to Fitzgerald after reading the outline, and then passed it to the next person after the latter finished it. The outline returned to Zhang Heng's hands.

Then Zhang Heng asked, "What do you think?"

"A very wonderful story." Agatha said, "I quite like it, especially the reversal at the end, which is full of drama. This will be a very best-selling novel. No matter what era it is in, I believe it will be well received by readers. Welcome, people will break down the doors of bookstores for it."

"I don't intend to sell it, I want to put it on the web for as many people as possible to read for free."

"What is the Internet?"

"The Internet is like a giant grocery market that everyone in the world can easily reach." Zhang Heng explained.

"Sounds cool, but, uh... it would be nice if the writer could make money out of it," Dickens said.

"In my time, there are indeed some writers who can support themselves through creation on the Internet." Said the female fantasy best-selling author.

At this time, Fitzgerald also said, "Your outline is great, but how do you plan to solve the relationship problem."

"We have provided you with several solutions, but it seems that you don't like them very much." Hemingway also said, "Of course, in all fairness, these solutions are indeed not perfect. Feelings, like the soul of a story, lack Without it, your story will never be complete."

"I've figured out how to get back my feelings," Zhang Heng paused, "at least, in the creation of this novel."

"Then you're going to get a great story," Fitzgerald said.

"A magnificent adventurer epic." Asimov also pushed his glasses.

"An unprecedented best-selling novel." The fantasy best-selling female author sighed.

"This is thanks to your help. If you hadn't taught me how to write and guided me, I wouldn't have been able to do this alone." Zhang Heng put away the outline and thanked the authors.

Then he came to the door of Room 515 alone, knocked on the door three times, and then inserted a copper key into the door lock and twisted it gently.

He has done this set of movements countless times, so he is very proficient. After entering the living room, Zhang Heng didn't stop, and pushed open the door of the study.

For the first time today, Lovecraft neither helped others to revise the text, nor did he create it himself. The old-fashioned typewriter was received by him on the bookshelf beside him, and a small bottle of red wine and two glasses were placed on the desk. .

The bottle of wine from Lovecraft's grandfather had already been drunk by the two of them, and now this bottle was a gift Zhang Heng gave him three days ago.

Lovecraft pours wine into the glass, just as they did when they first met. But today he also wore a suit that he hadn't taken out for a long time, and he looked more energetic.

When Zhang Heng brought the outline in front of him, Lovecraft put on his glasses and eagerly read it. After a while, he put down the manuscript paper in his hand. He obviously hadn't drank his glass of wine yet, but At this moment, he breathed a long sigh of satisfaction as if he had just finished drinking a whole bottle of fine wine.

"Do you mind if I use the settings you made before to write the story?" Zhang Heng said in surprise.

"Of course not. I really like having authors to help me perfect and fill my world. In fact, many of the pen pals I corresponded with before used this setting to write stories." Loveklar Ford shrugged.

"What about the ending, can you accept the ending?" Zhang Heng asked, "After all, the ending of the story I created is different from the stories you wrote before."

"If it was before I met you, I would feel that this is indeed a bit contrary to my consistent aesthetics, because the stories I create, no matter how much the protagonists in them resist, will be shrouded in greater despair in the end, but you are The first person to write the story after this, although you borrowed my system, it is actually about a person who was shrouded in despair and knew that he could not escape, how to use all his strength to fight against fate story!"

Lovecraft seemed to be thinking about how to express himself more accurately, and continued after a while, "It's as if... all the hope in my novels is to usher in the ultimate despair, while your novels All the despair in the novel is paving the way for the last glimmer of hope. This is indeed different from the writing style I am good at, but this does not prevent me from liking your story very much. I don’t know why, maybe it is because of hope and Despair is two sides of the same thing, just like light and darkness, without either side, the world can hardly become real."

"Honestly," Lovecraft looked into Zhang Heng's eyes, "I think your new story has helped me make up for the last shortcoming in my setting, and for that, I should respect you too. A glass." Lovecraft said and raised the glass in his hand.

Zhang Heng also picked up the one that belonged to him, "Respect the fear of the unknown."

"I salute the courage of human beings who never surrender." Lovecraft whispered, drinking the red wine in his hand.

A quarter of an hour later, Zhang Heng came out of Room 515 with the outline.

So far, most of his plan has been completed, and there is only one last thing left, which is the emotion he lacks.

After bidding farewell to Hemingway, Lovecraft and others, Zhang Heng finally went to find none other than the hobbit housekeeper.

"Is there anything I can do for you?" The hobbit housekeeper was as polite as ever, and put down the vase in her hand.

Her racial talent made her almost silent no matter where she went or what she was doing. In fact, she had been in the hall just now, but few writers passing by could spot her.

"Yes, I want to see someone." Zhang Heng said.

"Who?" asked the hobbit housekeeper, "I will try my best to meet your visitor needs, but apart from the writers at the manor and us service staff, I can't help you with the outside. people brought in."

"But there is one person who can." Zhang Heng didn't make any more fuss, and said bluntly, "I want to see the butler Consell who received me before I came to this manor. He is also a member of the service staff. You should Can you help me find him?"

"You want to see him?" asked the hobbit housekeeper, a little surprised.

"That's right." Zhang Heng said, "In "Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea", Conseil has been by the side of the protagonist, Professor Aronnax, and has walked the entire journey with him, so I guess there is something between me and Conseil. The relationship should not only have one side when we first met."