Detective Conan: The Literary Genius is Actually a Great Scientist

Rice Flower Library.

Although it was the weekend, the library was still packed with people.

The second floor was a noisy children's newspaper reading area, while the quiet professional books area on the third floor was Lin Ran's destination.

However, he was clearly too late. At this hour, the prime spots by the window, with power outlets, and good lighting had already been snapped up by students preparing for exams, people with glasses studying academically, and couples pretending to read on dates.

"They're all really eager to learn..."

Lin Ran muttered a complaint and picked out two books from the bookshelf that he would need later. Just as he was looking for a place to sit, a slightly hoarse voice called out from behind him.

"Lin Ran, you're here to read again."

"Ah, it's Director Tsugawa."

Lin Ran turned around and saw an old man with a slightly hunched back, wearing a well-pressed but somewhat worn suit, smiling at her, but the smile carried a lingering sense of gloom.

Hideharu Tsugawa, director of Beika Library.

As the largest library in Mika, Lin Ran has come to read and borrow books quite often in the past six months. Over time, the librarian, Tsugawa, has also become acquainted with this handsome and studious young man from China.

The two exchanged a brief greeting, and then Director Tsugawa, with his hands behind his back, walked downstairs at a leisurely pace, presumably to make an inspection.

Lin Ran stared at his retreating figure, lost in thought.

When I went upstairs just now, I didn't see Conan and the others, did I?

After all, don't be fooled by the smiling and kind appearance of Director Tsugawa, who seems like an ordinary old librarian. He was the one who created the biggest nightmare of his childhood.

However, since we didn't see any Death Elementary School students appearing, there's not much of a problem. It means that the atmosphere in the library is normal today, suitable for literary creation, not for murder.

Lin Ran nodded, picked up the book, and wandered around the third floor again with peace of mind. Finally, she found an extremely secluded corner behind a bookshelf against the wall.

It seems the staff forgot to move the bookshelf back when they were cleaning, which is why the seats behind it are blocked. The books in this area are also quite advanced, so most people wouldn't wander over here.

For him, being undisturbed was simply perfect.

Holding the book, Lin Ran sat down in this corner and quickly immersed herself in reading for half an hour, filling in the last bit of background information she needed. When she felt inspiration strike, she took out a piece of paper from her bag and spread it out on the table.

However, just as he was about to put pen to paper, he paused, the pen tip hovering above the paper.

As any writer knows, the hardest part of writing is when you first start writing. Your mind wanders and your thoughts wander. But once you successfully enter that flow state, your writing becomes very smooth, and your thoughts flow like a torrent (scratch that) and you can't stop.

Lin Ran put down her pen, closed her eyes, and began to find her rhythm.

Ten minutes later.

He took a deep breath, opened his eyes again, picked up his pen, and blocked out all external senses.

Time slipped away little by little with the scratching sound of the pen tip.

On the snow-white manuscript paper, black words emerge and connect, gradually weaving together a cold, snowy world.

I don't know how much time has passed.

A woman wearing a well-tailored dark blue women's suit, sophisticated gold-rimmed glasses, and with her slightly wavy brown hair tied in a neat bun, walked into the space from the other side of the bookshelf.

Upon seeing that there were already people inside, the woman, with her cold and aloof demeanor and even the seriousness typical of courtrooms, paused noticeably, her slender eyebrows furrowing almost imperceptibly.

Eri Kisaki came to the library today to look up some case information in preparation for next week's court hearing.

All the outdoor spaces were occupied, and it took her a while to find this small space hidden by the bookshelves. However, it seemed that someone had already come here.

Looking at the boy who was completely immersed in his own world, Eri hesitated for a moment, but still took the thick law book and sat down gently in the empty seat next to him, opening the book to start reading.

She moved very gently, trying not to disturb the other person.

Lin Ran sensed a pleasant, slightly cool perfume scent wafting from beside her.

He didn't mind, only paused slightly before continuing to write. The library wasn't his home; anyone who wanted to sit there could sit, as long as it didn't bother him.

The thought flashed through his mind, but he quickly immersed himself in his literary world again, only remembering to hand in the manuscript to Editor Endo as soon as he finished writing it later.

For a time, in this small corner, one person was intently studying difficult legal provisions, while the other was writing furiously, weaving a dream of a snowy country filled with sorrow.

The two were each immersed in their own world, undisturbed by each other, creating a strangely harmonious atmosphere.

After a long while, Eri Kisaki finally snapped out of her daze from the complex case files. She took off her glasses, rubbed her throbbing temples with her fingertips, closed her eyes to rest for a moment, and then put her glasses back on.

Only then did she belatedly notice that the boy next to her was still writing nonstop, his posture hardly changing.

Eri Kisaki glanced at the watch on her wrist with some surprise.

More than an hour has passed since she sat down here, and the young man has been writing diligently without stopping at all.

Her gaze unconsciously fell on the boy's handsome and clean profile.

The other person seemed completely absorbed in their own world, oblivious to everything around them, focusing intently on constructing the universe of words under their pen, stroke by stroke.

That kind of complete focus and the naturally emanating calm and artistic temperament do have a unique appeal to women.

Eri stared at him unconsciously for a while before her gaze slowly moved down to the manuscript paper spread on the table.

She didn't intend to pry into other people's privacy, but the keen observation skills honed by being a top lawyer allowed her to spot the still-wet ink on the text at a glance.

She was stunned at first glance.

"After passing through the long tunnel that marks the county border, you enter the snow country. Under the night sky, everything is covered in white."

"The train stopped in front of the signal station. A young woman stood up from the opposite seat and opened the glass window in front of Shimamura's seat. A gust of cold air swept in. The young woman leaned out of the window and called out as if calling to the distance: 'Stationmaster, stationmaster!'"

These first two paragraphs alone evoked an atmosphere of extreme purity, ethereal beauty, and a touch of illusion and melancholy, which, like the cold air of a snowy country, silently swept over her and instantly captivated her.

Is this young man... creating a literary work?

As a lawyer, Eri Kisaki was well aware that her behavior was inappropriate, even somewhat impolite, bordering on voyeurism.

But the beautiful words he wrote had a magical power that made her unable to resist following the boy's moving pen tip, reading the sentences that flowed out continuously, seemingly carrying the chill of a snowy country.

She saw the beauty of Komako, depicted by the boy, a beauty that was both wild and full of pure vitality; she saw Shimamura's detached and scrutinizing gaze; she saw the pure white world of the snow country, which seemed to purify everything yet concealed endless loneliness...

This is a kind of "mono no aware" beauty that she has never felt in contemporary literature before, a beauty so pure and extreme. It is sorrowful but not tragic, beautiful to the point of being heartbreaking, and also carries an Eastern sense of restraint and subtlety.

Eri Kisaki was completely captivated, even temporarily forgetting the purpose of her visit to the library.

She held her breath, watching the boy pause sometimes, frowning in thought, and at other times, his thoughts flowed freely, and his pen flew across the page.

Afraid that the slightest sound might interrupt his creative process, they simply read quietly and immersively the unfinished work flowing from the tip of the young man's pen.

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(Here she comes, here she comes, our Attorney Fei is here~)

The author would like to seek your opinions here. First of all, Attorney Fei and Xiao Lan will definitely not be spared, but as you all know, Tomato is a mother and daughter...

So, let everyone choose for themselves. If you choose Attorney Fei first, you'll have to wait until later to get Xiao Lan, and vice versa. But you definitely won't let any of them slip by, hehe~)