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Thriller Paradise

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This is a game beyond dimension–the pursuit of truth. The unknown seal, the gambit between gods and demons… The defiance against data, the retribution of human… In a virtual world connected with reality, consciousness dictates us, consciousness chooses us, and consciousness dictates our consciousness. Now, throw away you fear. Throw away your selfish interest, question, and disbelief… Free your thought. Welcome to Thriller Paradise. Feng Bujue lost his ability to fear because of an unknown psychological disorder. Through a virtual reality game designed for players to experience fright and despair, he began his search for his lost fear. Could he finally regain his ability to fear? Could he outwit the scenarios presented to him? Could he finally uncover the truth hidden inside Thriller Paradise?

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Chapter 1Don't Pretend to Be Friends

"Welcome. Thank you for purchasing our product. The scanning is beginning. Please wait a moment.

"Scanning completed. Citizen ID confirmed: SH13*313. Name: Feng Bujue. Downloading equipment: NL 2055 Model, Single-use Gaming Hub, no detection of additional hardware. Heart rate normal. Nervous connectivity program readying. Please select the connection type.

"Connection type selected as non-sleep mode, adjusting… Adjustment completed. Please confirm to log into the game or return to the main menu.

"Program initiating. Entering the game in ten seconds…"

After the countdown completed, Feng Bujue entered the game world. He was deposited in an environment that was a simulacrum of an elevator, but there was no level panel next to the door. Instead, on the wall to his side, there was a thirty-two-inch touchscreen. On the wall that was opposite the display was a large mirror, reflecting the player's image from head to toe.

Feng Bujue look at his reflection in the mirror. He had morphed into a 3D CG character with a high resolution. He was wearing a black, long-sleeve T-shirt and long jeans; there was nothing eye-catching about him. His gaming avatar looked similar to how he looked in real life. He was just shy of 1.8 meters tall with ruffled, unkempt hair. His facial features were soft, and some might even call them feminine.

With the support of the fourth-generation photon computer, players who were connected to the game could enjoy a five-sense experience that was close to reality, but ultimately, the game relied on CG technology. Thus, it was unable to really plant the players into actual virtual reality.

"Welcome to the game's log-in lobby. These are all the gaming options provided by Dream Inc. Please select to log in to the one that you prefer." The system audio began again, and selectable icons appeared on the touch screen next to him.

There is only one option available. Why do they waste time to introduce this extra step? Is this a sign that the company will introduce more games in the future? Feng Bujue thought to himself. He used his finger to click on the only option—Thriller Paradise. 

"The age of players who log into this game has to be more than sixteen years old. Dream Inc advises against those with heart disease, mental illness, or similar serious illnesses interacting with this program."

This sentence appeared on screen, and the system audio repeated it one more time. After that, three icons appeared on screen—one was 'Log-in Confirm', the other was 'Cancel', and there was a conspicuous link next to these two that said 'General Disclaimers'.

"Mental illness, it says," Feng Bujue said to himself. "Perhaps I should look at this."

He clicked on the third option, and a wordy legal document immediately jumped up on-screen. Just looking at the scroll bar on the right-hand side, he knew that this was going to be a lengthy read. Normally, when people came into such disclaimers or explanations while playing games, eighty percent of them would close it directly or drag the cursor right down to the bottom and then click on 'agree'.

But Feng Bujue was not a normal person.

He was 24, a novelist specializing in detective fiction. His hobby was to proclaim himself shamelessly as an 'artist' or a 'Great Scribe' when people asked him about his career. However, these were not the main points. Instead, one should focus on why he was unique from others.

First, the reason he played this game was to cure his 'illness'. Of course, his illness was not the typical internet addiction but a real, recorded disease. Starting from about two months ago, Feng Bujue had suddenly noticed a weird change to his body. He had used three days to confirm that he had lost the emotion known as 'fear'.

The scariest image and audio he could find was unable to stimulate him. He had skimmed through a parade of horror films and books and coupled them with his imagination to scare himself, but it was to no avail. It was as if a door in his mind had been closed. He clearly knew why certain things were scary and understood why other people would be scared by then, but the sensation of fear would not come.

Therefore, he had gone to the nearest hospital for a check-up, and that was when this whole journey began. The MRI had shown that there was a shadowy spot in his brain, just adjacent to his amygdala. The doctors had then brought up the possibility of a brain tumor.

After that, Feng Bujue had gone to about four of the largest hospitals within the nation to get multiple opinions. None of them could provide him with a clear diagnosis, but they did give him many choices of treatment.

After many exams and many diagnoses from many famed doctors, Feng Bujue had a general understanding of it. This illness of his was meant for the medical history records. As the patient, he had two things to consider. Number one, which doctor should he give the naming right of his illness to, and number two, should he contribute his body to the advancement of science after he passed away?

Two months passed by, and the shadow in Feng Bujue's brain did not change; it did not worsen, nor did it shrink or disappear. His other bodily function was fine. In fact, he could be considered perfectly healthy. After giving it some consideration, he had decided to opt out of the treatment and left the hospital. Since losing the sense of fear was the only symptom, and no one could confirm whether this was fatal or not, he decided to surrender his fate to God.

One day, Feng Bujue stumbled across a closed beta advertisement for Thriller Paradise. The slogan at the time was 'A gaming mode that goes beyond the traditions by placing you right in the middle of fear and despair, which stick to you like shadow, to let you experience fear like you have never experienced it before.'

Following that, he went online to investigate the game further. He watched a professionally-produced promotional video that claimed that it had made many children pee their pants before. It was then that he noticed the link that read 'Purchasing the latest gaming hub will entitle you to a closed beta account.'

Even though it sounded superfluous, the main reason Feng Bujue entered this game was not to 'play-test'. Mainly, he was there to be 'scared'. He did not have high hope for this—he just had this thought that perhaps in this supposedly scary environment, he could regain his sense of fear.

Of course, if that was everything that was wrong with Feng Bujue, he would only be called a patient, but the reason he was 'unique' from others was more than his brain tumor. This was because before he fell ill, he was already different from others. To put it frankly, he was undeniably… a weirdo.

There were many irregular things about Feng Bujue. They were not intense enough to be categorized as a sickness, but they were definitely unfathomable by normal standards. For example, his reading addiction…

His desire for reading was something hard to be understood by normal minds. For example, he could not stop himself from reading the words on the packaging of his shampoo; with the manuals for electronic devices, he would read them from beginning to end, without missing a word; the worst was… he would not even give up reading the labels on new clothes.

As long as something or someone had a relationship with him, Feng Bujue would instinctively gather all the information on it. Furthermore, he was not just reading for fun—he had a surprisingly good reading ability and memory. Even though his memory could not be called photographic, where he could recite everything he read without error, as long as it was something that he had read, years might have passed since then, and he would be able to remember at least sixty percent of it.

"Hmm… This is not so much different from other gaming disclaimers." Feng Bujue took two minutes to finish the disclaimer that was several thousand words long. "The only thing different about it is the few clauses on the sixth paragraph…"

He titled his head slightly downward and used his left hand to clutch the elbow of his right hand, and the pointing and middle finger of his right hand tapped his face as they slid from his forehead down the bridge of his nose before ending on the tip. This was a habit of his when he was thinking. "In others… if the damage or injury is caused by the player's illness, their company will not bear the responsibility for it."

Feng Bujue felt he could not overrule this clause as a gimmick created by Dream Inc. He had gone through the game design on the official website before. The biggest selling point of the game was a concept called 'Terror Points'.

Based on functions in the photon computer and gaming hub, the player's heart rate, blood pressure, and pulse would be monitored in real time in real life to extrapolate the standard of fear. If the Terror Points experienced by the player in game went over the threshold, the connection would be forcibly cut, and the player would be kicked out of the system. If the player suffered a great anomaly like the ceasing of their heart beat or difficulty breathing, the gaming hub would contact medical help immediately. In other words, the gaming server was connected to the hospital and police servers to minimize the chance of death from gaming.

Feng Bujue clicked agree, and the system audio began. "This is your first time logging into the game. Please select your in-game name."

A textbox appeared on screen, and next to it were the many limiting clauses—the name had to have more than four characters, and sensitive or curse words were not allowed. In the age of photon computers, the power of AIs and computers had reached an incomprehensible level. The system only needed a database of words or even general guidelines, and it would be able to operate on its own to limit all sorts of prohibited behavior. Tricks like FUC*K or A55I-I0LE would not be able to bypass the fourth-generation photon computer. Around a decade ago, there had been people who feared that this kind of intelligent AI would develop sentience and turn against humanity, but so far, there had been no cases to support this worry.

In conclusion, the photon computer was very powerful, but exactly how powerful would only be seen later.

"Scanning completed. IGN Feng Bujue is usable. Please confirm."

Feng Bujue's real name was rather uncommon, so it likely would have been useable, but he used 'Feng' to replace 'Feng' (The original Feng is 'seal', and the IGN Feng is 'crazy'; they're homophones in Chinese.). He did not want to use his real name; plus, he was fond of self-deprecating humor.

After clicking confirm, the system audio said, "Next, the beginner's tutorial will initiate. The tutorial can only be completed once, and the scenario is confirmed. You will gain the base reward after completing the tutorial.

"Please take note. The result of the tutorial will not affect your character's beginning ability, but the reward will be different. If you are forced to log off from the system due to high Terror Points or you leave the gaming hub due to personal reasons, you will not be able to continue the tutorial from where you left off, and the system will design a new tutorial for you."

Feng Bujue listened to the hint and reached out to confirm his choice again. Just as his finger touched the icon on the screen, the lights in the elevator suddenly went out.

The next second, a different sound began—it was completely different from the mechanized system audio from before. This time, it sounded like an old witch. "Welcome to Thriller Paradise…"

The words had just finished when the elevator suddenly shook. Then, the black box where he could not even see his own fingers started to slowly sink downward.

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Chapter 234 Only Write the Story I Like "Is that really okay? "Asked Master Bao. "Of course, my editor won't mind. As for the TV station... In any case, the TV program right now is so open that you can say almost anything. My answer like this will become a joke in the program. "Feng Bujue paused." But you can see from the editing space behind the image that Oscar didn't know what to say for a moment." "I wonder what other writers will think of you after recording this show... "Asked Little Tan, and now Assas had climbed onto Little Tan's lap and stretched out her furry paws to plunder his food, and Little Tan had no intention of stopping. "We talked before and after the match." Feng Bujue said, "Although my income, visibility, the influence was all lower than them, but everybody got along very well together. It's not the pretending "good" but really talked very happy." "I thought in this job, the colleagues are enemies to each other?" Said Master Bao. "It depends... Bao, you work in official and know lots of people, so you should also understand. There are going to be some bitc* in any jobs." Feng Bujue said directly, "Both their talented or diligent are basically at the bottom of the industry. Using a few unfair competitive means all day long, and they also like to be predecessors in front of the new entry to show superior. "Their are always people jealous of those who do better than them, and their minds are seriously out of balance. Instead of trying to catch up with others, they will try to play tricks or complain about God." He paused. "These people are like stubborn scum on a water pipe. They don't have enough ability to stop the stream, while use all their strength to pollute the water. It's hard to get rid of them, and they'll be so annoying if you don't deal with them. Because of the existence of such a group of untouchables, a lot of industries are in a foul mood. And under their influence, many practitioners followed original rules before also join in. Some illegal things gradually become the hidden rules, if you don't follow these rules, you can't reach top success." When a man talks about his career, he always gushes. Feng Bujue was an example: "In many competitive or direct industries, peers can become rivals. But the six people on the show were all the top people in the industry, at their level, there is no such contradiction," he said. "Since they can be top, every one of them must have something to excel at. But those bitc* can only see the shortcomings of the successful people but not the strengths and efforts of others. There's at least 3 of them whose valued ten million or more. And everybody was culture person, even if there is a direct conflict of interest between each other in a particular situation, it is possible to resolve it as writer's way, the behaviour to attack each other and even to call each other in public might be a little rude as a writer." "Ha ha... But when these fans are watching this show, there must be a constant war of words?" Said Master Bao. "This calls 'the emperor is not urgent but the eunuchs are urgent'." Feng Bujue said, "These writers might just want to join for fun, but the fans are serious. This program itself is an entertainment show. There's no first in writing 1), how to distinguish the difference?" "In my opinion, whoever wins in the finals won't please the audience but will definitely be blackballed by other fans." Feng Bujue said, "That's why I don't want to throw up any more match," he said, spreading his hands. "if I get a seventh or something in the online poll, wouldn't that eighth guy's fans hate me?" "You kind of guy who shows a lot of virulence on the show and wrote some shi* are afraid of blackballed?" Little Tan picked up Assas and held the cat's face in front of him as if it had said it. "Put down your daddy's cat." Feng Bujue said, "Shameless on showing cute." As the three chatting, the show in the video had entered the final part. The spotlight came from above, the stage backed to the condition of all black. And Oscar stood in a column of light. "The third and final showdown is coming," he said grimly. "Welcome to the final round – Continuing of Novels." At this point, the television pictures showed the third round's rules. "This round takes a long time and the rules are more complex." Oscar said, "In this round, each contestant will be randomly assigned to one of the unfinished books," He paused. "That's what we call a eunuch novel 2)." Oscar looked toward the camera and said, "These authors, for various reasons, failed to write an ending to the story and end abruptly midway through the plot. And the task of our seven writers is to put a perfect full stop to these stories that didn't end." As the camera switched, Oscar expertly turned his face to the next camera. "In this round, the novels are chosen by the three editors of our show and the staff. They have read countless uncompleted works, and they have been selected by stage selection and discussion. The workload of these seven books is very large. Let's give some applause to these heroes behind the scenes." The live director directed the audience to a rather loud applause. Oscar said, "Now, the seven books have been printed out separately." As he spoke, several staff members arrived and gave each contestant an envelope with a number on it. "Our seven writers will each receive an envelope. Each envelope contained a wad of bound A4 paper with an unfinished volume of about 100,000 words." Oscar said: "Of course, we can't ask the contestants to watch the whole show in a certain time. So, in the envelope, there's a special piece of paper, on which the team of editors from I AM THE WRITER has summarized the general outline for this book, which contains the relationship of the existing characters and the general retelling of the plot, with the word count at about 3,000 words." Oscar waved his hand to the screen. "Ninety minutes in this round!" With a snap of his fingers, a 90-00 countdown appeared on the screen. "When I say begin, the writers can open the envelope. You are to write a final chapter on the book you have drawn for yourselves in ninety minutes. This final chapter extends directly to the last chapter of the existing chapter of the book." The camera scanned each contestant's face and returned to Oscar. "In this round, the audience can also see the outline of each book to see if what the writers' work suit the whole story. But... In this round, audience's rating is based solely on the final chapter written by the contestants themselves. In other words, the audience only had to compare seven chapters between seven writers. Please select on this basis... The best one you think , and vote for it." Oscar added: "As I said before, the final round will be 40 percent of the total. But, of that 40 percent, only two-thirds come from the audience voted. The other third is from our expert panel." He pointed to the front row in the audience, said: "The votes of the twenty-strong panel of judges, consisting of three editors, fourteen editors, and three gentlemen from the Writers' Association." Oscar said: "Our twenty experts have read the seven books in the third round before, and most of them have been involved in the writing of the general outline. But before the race, no one knows which players will pick which books." His tone created an even more tense atmosphere deliberately: "Experts are judged more harshly. They will evaluate the outcomes of the writers' work from various factors, such as the agreement between the final chapter and the previous article, the consistency of the style of the article, and the rationality of the plot." "Well, I'm sure everyone can't wait, so now...: The third round... Let's begin!" Followed with Oscar's command, the time on the screen jumped to 89:59, and the seconds ticked down. "People don't wait 90 minutes, do they? "Asked Little Tan. "Of course, it's impossible. This part should be condensed to about ten minutes, which is mainly filled with the interview content edited by the post editing. And then there's the raffle part of the show and advertisements." He suddenly thought of something: "Oh yes, there is no such background sound in the scene, the odd ticking sound is added later." "PSST... I mean in this round, I'm afraid ninety minutes is not enough? Of 100 thousand words, if you see only beginning, end and skipping all the intermediate content while relying on the general outline to imagine.... It will take about half an hour to clear your mind and start writing." Said Master Bao. "That's a must." Feng Bujue said: "Writing with the two kinds of input method at that time with a temporary creation, even professional level can only finish more than 2000 words with good quality in one hour." He took a sip of orange juice from the coffee table, "And I think the ending thing...: It's actually very hard to write. In addition, these eunuch novels all have a lot of plot twists and settings without filling. The audience was not aware of them, but the expert review will be graded according to the conditions of details. Also, it's best to write in the style of the original writer, so that you don't feel like a play." "It's hard just to listen ..." Wang Tanzhi said. "I think it's good," Feng Bujue stretched himself. "the audience and most of the staff were at rest while recording the segment, and only the cameramen with four fixed positions and two moving positions on the stage had to follow the stage throughout. I took the time to chat with Oscar, who was doing the makeup and went to the bathroom." "Hey... Wait, didn't you say the time was tight? You still have time to get out of your seat and talk to people?" Surprised Master Bao. "Ha ha... You'll see." Feng Bujue said. Because it was a preliminary cut, even the ten-minute part was skipped quickly, and the announcement came quickly. As Oscar counting down to the final seconds, a stream of writers' close-up shots quickly appeared, and music got more and more anxious. Finally, as the seconds ticked was done on the big screen, Oscar shouted at the top of his lungs, "Time's up!" He wiped his sweat and let out a sigh. "Finally, at the moment of disclosure, I would like to ask a question..." Oscar turned to the contestants, "Is the time enough?" "Not ~ enough ~" the writers reply together. It's like an elementary school classroom in the 1980s, where a teacher asks, "What do you want to be when you grow up?" The students elongated their throat, shouted: "Sci ~ en ~ tist ~" Feng Bujue didn't say that at this time. Oscar then stepped forward and asked, "Bu Jue didn't say that. You think you have plenty of time, don't you?" "Yes, I've read the whole book." Feng Bujue said. "In ninety minutes?" Oscar asked, his eyes opened widely. "Yes." Feng Bujue answered again. "Wow, Bu Jue's ability is the legendary ten lines with one sight?" Oscar then said, "What do you think of this book after you finish it?" "Well written." Feng Bujue replied without any facial expression. Oscar gave the camera another goofy look. "How do I feel that five minutes is enough to make a comment like this?" There was a burst of laughter present. "Well, it's customary for the first contestant's work to be announced." Oscar got the conversation back on track and went to the front desk of Skywalker, "You're the first today, are you stressed?" "Well... "Skywalker thought about it and said," Actually It's just like going to the hospital for an injection when I was a child. It's better to be the first one to test everything, so I think my order is good enough" He smiled and turned his head. "I can change to the number one next time if someone else gets it." As the show went on here, the contestants relaxed and jokes with each other. Because the creative process has been completed, the following polls and interviews are relatively leisurely. Oscar said. "Well, let's look at the ending written by Skywalker." The chapter written by Skywalker immediately appeared on the big screen. The number of words in the final chapter is about 1,700. Read it quickly and you can finish it in four or five minutes. Oskar worked hard as a host, he had to read the chapter with a live audience and a panel of experts, and he had to read it faster than anyone else because he had to make some honest comments right away. Of course, Oscar wasn't completely unprepared. The full outline of the seven books was released on a live screen an hour ago, and Oscar interviewed several live audience members and expert reviewers, so he had a basic idea of what the seven episodes would look like and didn't get lost when he's watching the end. Speaking of that interview, as expected, the general audience and expert opinion were not quite the same... Audiences generally believed that the easiest ending is an online game drew by Ink Incensing, and the most difficult one is Vegetable's martial arts stories; However, experts believed that the martial arts stories are the easiest to conclude, the most difficult one is the country superpower one got by Let Me Up. "OK, the final chapter written by Skywalker has been presented to everyone." A few minutes later, Oscar said, "I think everyone, like me, has been struck by this less than 2,000 words." At this time, he unexpectedly active come to Feng Bujue: "Bu Jue, what do you feel about this final chapter?" "Why did you ask me? "Asked Feng Bujue with a confused expression. "Speak up, and we want to hear what you will say."Laughed Soda nearest him, and all the other writers looked at him in anticipation. "Well... How can I say... Reading this chapter is like me clicking on a new story and starting to watch the first episode. At the end of the episode, I was like, 'Did I miss the whole season? Why do I think this is actually the last episode?' it gave me sense like that." Feng Bujue commented. Oscar said, "Well... Can you give an example?" "Yes, like Tonari no Kaibutsu-kun." 3) Feng Bujue said. "Er... All right." Oscar said, "I think I understand... " Then Eight Parcloses, Vegetables and Fruits, Ink Incensing... one by one they announced their continuation of the final chapter. Each writer was of high standard. Their final chapter not only restored the original author's style to a certain extent but created a strong sense of "ending". Even if the audience does not read the general outline at all, they will feel that this chapter is a meaningful ending. The book that experts thought was the hardest, which's the one drawn by Let Me Up, did not end well. The ending was confusing to many viewers, and the judges commented, "That's pretty good to such a novel...." By the time the first six writers' chapters were published, the final chapter of Vegetables and Soda were the best, with the former receiving the support of the vast majority of the audience, and the latter gained the favouriting among expert judges. "Well, finally we get to the last of the last." Oscar recorded all the show and he's really tired, "I have no doubt that in this round, the contestant Bu Jue will surprise us again," he said. Feng Bujue smiled dryly: "HMMM.... In a sense, it is." Oscar waved excitedly. "Now, let's see... The final chapter written by the contestant Bu Jue." A few seconds later, nothing appeared on the big screen... "Er... Oscar whispered into his earpiece, "Director, is the device out of order?" "It's not the equipment was broken, it's me writing nothing." Feng Bujue answered the question by Oscar. Oscar's face was stunned. "Bujue… You didn't just say that... " "Yes, I have plenty of time and I have read the whole book. But I personally don't like this one, even rather loathe it, for no reason." Holding his cheek on one hand, Feng Bujue said to the microphone: "Dao is different so there's no common goal and cooperate. I don't want to continue a word of this book at all." 1) Feng Bujue referenced a saying here: The full sentence should be "There's no first in writing and no second in fighting", which basically is the idea of Ancient Chinese's thought about officers and generals. 2) Eunuch novel is an unfinished novel and the author drops it for some reasons. About the reason why... please think about why eunuch is a eunuch. 3) Tonari no Kaibutsu-Kun is a Japanese manga (Feng Bujue talked about cartoon version here) by Robico, tells about a teenager romantic story in school.

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Chapter 235 I'm the Writer Like This A week ago, after the live segment of "I'm the writer——Please Roast As You Wish", in the No. 7 contestant's lounge. No doubt, Feng Bujue was eliminated for writing nothing in the last round. After chatting with the other writers for a while, he returned to the break room with a happy face and began to drink a cup of coffee. He just needs to wait until the interview is over and he could take the subway home... Moments later, Oscar with two videographers, a light and a radio announcer, knocked on the door of the lounge. Feng Bujue opened the door, and when they all came in, they set up the machine and the light. Oscar walked in and shook hands to Feng Bujue, as if on an inspection tour "You have a long day." Feng Bujue said: "No, you are the laborious one... " he paused. "Eh? Are you going to do seven more interviews, right?" "No, no, I'll only interview you." Oscar replied, "It's the director's rule. The six remaining were recorded by the editor or assistant director." "Oh, ok." Feng Bujue nodded. The lounge has several fixed positions of camera that have already been measured, and the two folding chairs that the writer and host sat in during the interview reclined in a corner. With lines drawn on the floor, they precisely marking where the chairs should be. The preparation for the interview was quickly completed as several staff members worked for a while. Oscar, sitting with a manuscript in his hand, turned his back to the camera and said, "So… shall we begin? Feng Bujue said: "No problem." He was the one who was anxious to get home, naturally hoping to finish the recording as soon as possible. "Were you nervous or pressured when you were invited to the show?" Oscar began to ask questions based on his prepared interview script. "No." "Did you hesitate? "Oscar added," after all you're already a famous writer. Would it be weird to hear about competing with other writers on this stage?" "I'm nobody when compared to them. Why hesitate?" "Haha... "Oscar smiled, picked up his portable player, clicked a few times and placed it in front of him. "Why did you name this show like this?" "I think it's because I have a hunch on what's going to happen... "Feng Bujue said. Oscar then asked, "Let's look again... " He fast-forwarded a few more frames. "Why did you write such a passage in the first round?" "Why not?" Feng Bujue replied with a smile: "As you said at that time, the three keywords of war, hero and character, it is difficult to have the unexpected answer, then I will write a character who is unexpected to everyone." Oscar nodded, pushing the progress bar below the screen. "What do you expect to be on the ballot?" "Last... "Feng Bujue said, "I already said I was a little overcorrect." Oscar then asked, "In the second round, I noticed that you wrote nothing on the operating table." "Because the outline is all here." Feng Bujue tapped his temple lightly with his finger. "Did you take a few minutes to come up with that story?" Oscar asked. "In fact, I just started making it up the minute you asked me to publish my answer." Feng Bujue said. "I look like that, too." Oscar smiled. "Haha, but the fact that you can get a second place for the temp shows that you're really good." "It doesn't work that well if you do it the second time." Feng Bujue said, "This time it was because the audience had never seen someone make the story in this way, so it was very impressive and got a lot of votes. It would be unfortunate if any of the players followed suit after this time." Oscar then turned back to gesture, the two photographers paused and the radio announcer dropped the microphone. "I would like to ask a personal question to you... After the second round, Director Fei and you whispered a few words, what did you talk about?" It was obvious that Feng Bujue would not be able to carry out the operation of Fei Ran. So, he just replied with quite relax expression: "Fei thought I will be out certainty, so he talked to me about the resurrection match and then we talked about Fight Club and Schubert and syphilis." Oscar twitched a few times as he motioned for the units to continue recording. He dragged the progress bar again. "Did you read the whole book in the third round?" Feng Bujue smirked. "I found out when you came in... You hid my envelope in the inside pocket of your jacket, right?" He pointed to Oscar's suit. "If you're prepared, you can try." Oscar smiled embarrassed, taking out the envelope and a pile of A4 paper that had been bound together. He flipped through one of them, and read: "He said with pride, my foolish servant, your father is..." He didn't even finish his words and Feng Bujue continued, "Your father is a hunchback, your mother is a prostitute, your sister is mentally retarded. But you, have the honour of being a servant of a nobleman. What more do you expect?" Oscar was genuinely surprised. "Bu Jue sir, your memorizing ability is amazing," he said. As if he couldn't believe it, he turned the paper over and over, confirmed Feng Bujue couldn't see anything on the back, and added, "You could even join some talents shows." "Haha... Not interested." Feng Bujue laughed, he still seemed to struggle with the book, adding: "It's a good piece of writing, but the plot is to cliché without creativity. In addition, there is a short story that copied Hemingway's "For Whom the Bell Tolls". He only changed the years and characters and turned the destroying of the bridge into an assassination. In the process of reading, I felt a sense of familiarity. And I get it when I saw the sentence that "No one can be himself, no one is an island". 1) This guy didn't know how to proceed until he reached chapter 300, so he used a plot from another book. Then, after making up a rather tedious story, he couldn't go on." Oscar was quite stunned and he thought: You're not just finished read the book, and you read it quite earnest... "Is that really... Won't you write the final chapter for this book? Even writing something randomly down people will give you a vote." Oscar asked again. "I was particularly reluctant to touch the work of others, especially the work of such an eunuch novel." Feng Bujue said: "This kind of book gave me feeling of... It's like a child in someone else's family, and the parents leave him or her alone in the street before grows up." He shrugged: "I'm not going to let an outsider pretend to be his parents and bring him up. Since the child's parents do not cherish him, why shall I do? First of all, I'm not interested in parents like that." "Well, I think I get it." Oscar answered, "And how do you feel about being eliminated? Any regrets? Regret for not answering questions in the third round?" It's impossible for Feng Bujue to say himself is rush to be eliminated, so he scratched his head and decided to say a few ceremony words: "Well..... I think it would be nice to be a part of it. Thanks to the editors of the program for thinking of me as a little guy. Regret... Not regret at all. Since did, I will not regret." The interview lasted about 15 minutes, and there was a lot to record, including comments on the other contestants' performance at one point, and some stereotypical questions and answers. Toward the end of the interview, Oscar looked at the script in his hand, and when the questions were almost finished, he activated his portable player. "I have here a clip of all the other writers who came to "I'm the writer" and recorded a VCR, and I hope you can read it." ... "The writer is..." "A writer? "Well... It means... to me... " "A writer is... " "The person use the word to build their dream." "A job, a career." "The purveyor of ideas." "It's my life." "It's ordinary, but it's extraordinary... " "Means no return? Haha... Cut that out." "Say the somebody else's writing is not good with different flaws; can you do all good if you write?" "Because I like to write, I just stick to it." "Everyone started in the same place, we are all chasing the same dream. But a lot of people took a detour, or give up halfway. But I think those of us who can keep walking will come back to the same destination." "Always remind yourself that I'm a writer. It's not about showing off, it's just a profession. It's about what we're going to do as writers, not what people are going to tell us." "If anyone can write, what else are we going to do as professional writers?" ... Oscar added: "It's customary for writers on our show to answer this question." He paused. "Bu Jue sir, what does the word "writer" means to you?" After Feng Bujue looked this not really long VCR, he suddenly felt it's hard to answer. "Let me think about it," he said. He showed a very serious look, which he did not show during the entire show. After a long silence, Feng Bujue finally said, "I'm ok." The radio man raised the microphone again, and Oscar turned to the cameraman and said, "Please give a close-up." He turned to face Feng Bujue again: "OK, please talk." Feng Bujue said, "To me, a writer is... Someone who can change the world with words. By being true to yourself, you can make your dreams come true." 1) The reference came from John Donne's poem: No Man Is An Island. Yes, I have no idea how a Chinese read Hemingway, John Donne and Allen Pole and became a thriller webnovel author.😊 San Tian Liang Jiao's an amazing person.

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