Chapter 9 Chapter nine

He took another pint and drank it down. "Of course, I also have my own personal alchemist." "You what?" He's not quite clear-headed anymore, and he understands it.Excessive excitement, coupled with the best bitters from Hall and Woodhouse, you have to be careful with the combination of these two things, but the effect of the combination of these two things is that you will not be afraid of any Be careful with things.When it comes to subjects that Arthur should avoid, Arthur starts talking nonsense. "That's right," insisted Arthur, with a happy, glazed smile, "that's why I've lost so much weight."

"What?" said his audience. "Yes," he added, "alchemy has been rediscovered in California." He smiles again. "It's just," he said, "that the methods that the ancients..." He paused to organize his words, "did - or failed to do - are more practical. You know, the ancients didn't make it. Astrology and stuff, it doesn't work." "Astrology?" one asked. "Then I don't think that's an alchemist," said another. "I think," said the third, "that it must be a prophet." "He's become a seer," Arthur told his audience, who caused a little commotion, "because he's a very bad alchemist, you know."

He picked up his beer and took another swig.He hadn't tasted the stuff in eight years.He kept savoring it in his mouth. "Then how does alchemy do it," several audience members asked, "to make you lose weight?" "I'm glad to hear you ask that," said Arthur, "very gladly. I'll tell you what the connection is..." He paused. "The connection. What you just said Between two things. I'll tell you." He pauses to engage his brain, like a tanker making a U-turn in the English Channel. "They have discovered how to turn excess body fat into gold." His words caused an immediate commotion from the audience.

"You are joking." "Yes," he said, "ah no," he corrected his answer, "and they did." It took a while for him to raise the wine to the audience who doubted him, that is to say, all the audience. "Have you ever been to California?" he asked. "Do you know what they do?" Three people said they had been, and pointed out that Arthur was talking nonsense. "You didn't see anything," insisted Arthur, when someone offered him another drink, and he said, "Okay." "The evidence," he pointed to himself, "is before your eyes. Fourteen hours of coma," he said, "in a jar. Comatose. I think I'm in a jar." He thought for a while and said, "I've already said it."

At this time, someone made a toast at the right time, and Arthur waited patiently for a while.Part of the story he made up in his mind was to draw a line connecting Mars and Venus, and then draw a vertical line from Polaris, and the jar would be at the intersection of these two lines.When he was about to tell this, he suddenly decided to give up. "Long time," he said instead, "in a jar. Unconscious." He looked sternly at his audience, making sure they were paying attention. He starts over. "Where was I?" he asked. "In a coma," said one. "In a jar," said another.

"By the way," said Arthur, "thanks. And slowly," he said emphatically, "slowly, slowly, all your excess fat...became..." He Paused to enhance the effect of speaking, "Pi...Pixiu...Pixiu..." He stopped and took a breath, "The subcutaneous gold, you can take it out through surgery. It's a pity to come out of the jar. You What did you just say?" "I just cleared my throat." "I think you're suspicious of me." "I was clearing my throat." "She's clearing her throat," a voice in the audience confirmed in a low voice.

"Well," said Arthur, "it's all right. All the proceeds..." He paused to think, "You're going 50-50 with the alchemist. Quite a lot of money!" He staggered around to look around at his audience and saw the look of disbelief on their faces. He was very angry about it. "If not," he said, "how can I afford plastic surgery?" A few friendly hands stretched out to help him go home. "Listen," he said, with the February wind blowing in his face, "California is all the rage right now to have a lot of experience. You gotta look like you've seen the galaxy. Live, I mean. You gotta watch Went up and seen life. That's what I do. Plastic surgery. Makes me look eight years older, I said. I hope the age of thirty doesn't come into fashion again, or I'll be wasting my fortune. "

He was quiet for a while as those friendly hands supported him down the path to his home. "Walking into the room yesterday," he muttered, "I'm so glad to be home at last. Or somewhere that feels like home..." "Jet-lagged," muttered a friend of his, "California is far enough to get here. Will keep you upside down for days." "I don't think he's been there at all," murmured another friend. "I don't know where he's been. And what happened to him." After not sleeping for a long time, Arthur got up and wandered around the house.He felt a little weak, still a little dizzy from the fatigue of the journey.He began to think how to find Fanny.

He sat looking at the fishbowl and tapped it again.Although the tank was full of water, and there was a Babel fish swimming in frustration, the tank still emitted a deep and beautiful harmony that was as clear and haunting as the previous time. Someone has to thank me, he thought.But he doesn't know who, and why.