White doves fluttered their wings and landed on Times Square, the distant ship made a long cry as it sailed home, and thick black fog gradually rose from the chimney. The chirping startled the white doves, which flew in all directions. The black mist dissipated itself and disappeared into the sky. The new sun that is about to rise breaks through the white clouds that cover it. This is the era of the empire where the sun never sets, and it is also the era of the industrial revolution.
"If you just want me to help you deal with Viscount Bert, you don't have to go to such trouble and reveal all your cards."
"Even if you just post an assassination bounty and spend a little more money, you can get me or more people to work for you."
He withdrew his eyes and attitude that had been scrutinizing me, and opened a drawer not far away with his back, took out a lighter, and raised his hand to burn all the documents in his hand.
As the paper was devoured, dismembered, and separated by the flames, he looked at me again. A word or a paragraph seemed to have been kissed between the lips for a long time before he spoke it out.
"Yes."
"I need you."
"Nightingale."
Eg. A small amount of history, the original plot is interspersed with the original plot, and it can be directly regarded as an if line plot. You can treat it as you like.
The whole text is in the first person, with occasional third-person crossovers and substitutions. The main controller only has a pseudonym and a code name. There will be no private names in the text. The emotional line of the plot is slow to develop. In the early stage, William attacks and you defend, and in the middle and late stages, it gradually transitions to two-way running and choice.
Lord William Part. Ending HE
Intention: But I must go my own way and follow the light I see.
——Voynich's "Gadfly"
