Chapter 45 Understanding the Character’s Death

He raised one of the eyes and held it before his own eyes.

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"Brothers and sisters! A new day has arrived!" Willy Xiao announced jubilantly. "The flood will recede on time. We will see the lovely earth again——"

Twelve passed them. The scream rate is now zero percent. Asimov reached out from nowhere and kicked his knee, causing it to rise a little. Then he stretched out a pair of wet little hands and grabbed his calves. Fortunately, none of this affected the atmosphere. "Ya was washed away. Xianning didn't answer me either. Uncle Weili Xiao! Uncle Weili Xiao!" The little fish picker was probably shouting, or muttering in a low voice - his voice was caught in the repetition. The sound of washing and falling water, I really can't tell which situation it is.

Willy Xiao didn't know the difference, but he wasn't unhappy at all.

"Maybe she's dead," he said cheerfully. "Maybe he's dead too."

Asimov made a cackle that looked like laughter, but wasn't.

"No one will die. Brother R 32 told us that we are all important. Our 'inventory'. Idiot Uncle Willy Xiao, think of something quickly -"

"What inventory? Inventory...? Oh. Survival. That's not what he said. It was said by his very familiar... uh. familiar commander who fainted." Willy Xiao only paused briefly and said it very quickly. Quick response. "Who said no one would die?"

"Hey! I just told you who it was. And you repeated it again. Uncle Willy Shaw. Your memory is getting worse!"

"I heard it! Little guy." Willy Xiao almost laughed. "But that's not what the great Willy Shaw said, is it? So it's just a sentence. A sentence said with a very positive tone in the story. Hey! I'm going to pass on my valuable experience to you again. Kid. The more certain you say a sentence, the better it works when you 'deny' it. Among the various techniques of arcane storytelling..."

"Why do you keep bringing up those stories? We're not in the story!" Asimov wanted to crawl up his back like a raccoon and tug on his tie, but stopped because of the broken arm and the terrible shaking that was happening. can succeed. "Ah," he hummed a little hurt. "But no one will die. Do yourself a favor, dear uncle. Get Ya back. Preferably everyone. Get them back! Let them talk! Let's get the boat afloat again and sail to the right place. !Stay away from the whales!"

"No, no, no, no. No." Willy Xiao shook his head violently. "She will probably die. In fact, she is already dead. Yes. She is already dead." His tone the first time was almost questioning, but the second time his tone was more certain than the first time. "The bud is dead. Washed away by the water... eaten by a whale. No. Eaten by a conch in the water. I saw it."

Asimov was simply stunned. "Wow" said. Forget about beating Willie Shaw as hard as you can.

"Wow." His little voice became an octave high-pitched. "You are really crazy. You are talking nonsense! Uncle Willy Xiao. Ya will not die. She was shot far and far into the sky as a madman and still survived. The conches in the water will not eat people. They They can only sing. They are in the sea and may have been washed up near us by floods. But they can only sing.

Singing...for example. for example! The conchs sang to send us off to the group. They send us to the palace of the Stabler. The emperor there couldn't wait to take us around the red velvet palace and turned into a pony for us to ride. We all ride. No one is crazy. Another example……"

The little fish picker lost his cool a little and paused. Apparently this was the first time that he had made up nonsense away from the truth and other people's narratives. Willy Shaw, who had extensive experience in this area, happily interrupted him.

"Yeah. That's right. Ha!" he laughed. "You can also make up stories! You learn so fast! Then let me teach you some advanced skills quickly. Listen! When a good arcane story develops to a certain stage, someone will - well. The 'character' will die. Drop. It's very simple. Effective. Can express many things. Ya is such a dead character. Shows how bad the dilemma we face and how positive our spirit is. 'Foil'. Yes! This is also a Excellent arcane storytelling technique. It embodies the atmosphere very well. Which category did we talk about before? It seems to be..."

"Uncle Willy Shaw. We are not characters. No one is going to die. Move."

"Ha. You're too young for that, you idiot. In order for the arcane story to develop smoothly, there are many other benefits. Characters have to die. Well. Sometimes they realize their value when they die. "

"When did he become 'boss' again? Huh?" Asimov's voice lit up again. "Ya's not dead. Xiun Ning won't die. I won't die either. There's also Brother R Bu 32, and..."

"The great Willy Shaw said. Characters in stories have to die." Willy Shaw said - he didn't even realize the strict tone in which he said this sentence. But the right amount of strictness won't break the mood. "Because this can help the secret story to be completed better. And completing a good secret story is the responsibility of the characters. Once the responsibility is fulfilled, the story will continue."

"What are you talking about, Uncle Willy Xiao! Ya's responsibility is to be washed away by the water?"

"The responsibility of the role!"

"You are our parent! Uncle Willy Xiao! You like us family members the most. Although we don't like you very much! We quite liked you before!"

"This is a 'setting'. I am also a character." Willy Xiao chuckled. "'Characters' have 'settings'. 'Settings' are..."

"Set...Okay! I still don't understand what you said at all!"

"Then let me tell you simply. The shoot is dead. Today is a new day. The flood will recede just like you hoped. You see. It will eventually turn out like you hoped. It will just go through some twists and turns. In this There are stories. Secrets. Secret stories." Willy Shaw went on for three times the normal length of time.

"Yeah." The reply came in a quick, calm voice. "In the secret story, a character must die. In order for the flood to recede?"

"That's right! You finally understand!"

"You just said you were a 'character' too, Willie Shaw."

"That's right!"

"Then you can die."

"That's right!" Willy Xiao nodded repeatedly. "You understand! You understand it all at once!"

It took him a moment to realize that the understanding didn't come from that high-pitched little voice.

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Bo.

Icha put his eyes back into Imetz's sockets.

“These characters are going to kill the author.”