Detective Conan: The Literary Genius is Actually a Great Scientist

Night, Lin House.

In the study, the two people, one big and one small, were each busy with their own things.

Having just released her pent-up energy the night before, Lin Ran returned to her study after dinner to continue working on "Snow Country," while Xiao Ai sat quietly on the sofa in the corner reading.

A math book.

As a double PhD in biochemistry, Ai-chan also has a competitive spirit.

Lin Ran excels in both literature and mathematics; she can do it too.

However......

"Snapped!"

The book was slammed shut with a hint of annoyance.

The tea-haired loli rubbed her throbbing temples and looked at the boy at the desk, who was engrossed in writing, his back to her, as if he were a monster.

"How...how did this guy do that?"

Mathematics, especially advanced mathematics, is not a field where "I could do it too." Without that talent, you can work hard your whole life and still not succeed. But Lin Ran has shown unimaginable talent in both literature and mathematics.

This range... is truly somewhat inhuman!

The study door was quietly pushed open.

Mingmei walked in quietly with a plate of sliced ​​fruit. She saw her younger sister, who was just like her, staring blankly at Lin Ran's back as she read a book. She smiled slightly.

Young Master Ran is just so charming!

Even a cold child like Shiho couldn't help but stare at him in a daze.

"Young Master Ran, Shiho, take a rest and have some fruit."

Hearing the sound, Lin Ran was pulled out of the mood of "Snow Country", put down her pen, stretched her back, and relaxed her body and wrists before turning around and looking at the two sisters.

At home, both of them were dressed in comfortable loungewear.

Mingmei wore a light pink cotton dress, which made her skin look as white as snow and gave her a gentle and lovely appearance.

Ai was wearing dark blue pajamas with a bear pattern, and her short brown hair was still a little damp, obviously she had just taken a shower. Her cool face looked exceptionally fair under the light.

The two sisters are beautiful in their own way, each with their own unique charm.

"Thank you, Sister Mingmei," Lin Ran said with a smile.

Mingmei picked up a piece of diced mango, forked it with a fruit skewer, and naturally held it to Lin Ran's lips: "Young Master, open your mouth, ah~"

Lin Ran didn't stand on ceremony and opened her mouth to take it in.

His tongue accidentally brushed against Mingmei's fingers, causing the maid's cheeks to flush slightly, and she gave him a reproachful look.

Ai, standing to the side, pouted unhappily at her sister's "personalized" and "thoughtful" service.

After Lin Ran finished eating the fruit and returned to writing, Xiao Ai lowered her voice and said to her older sister, who was tidying up the study, with a hint of disappointment:

"Sister, you are his personal assistant, not his maid."

She couldn't stand the treatment she was getting! Most importantly, she'd never even experienced this kind of treatment before! The little girl was incredibly jealous!

Akemi Miyano blinked her clear blue eyes, a matter-of-fact smile on her face: "Aren't personal assistants and maids the same? They both take care of the young master's life."

In her heart, whether she was an assistant or a maid, as long as she could stay by Young Master Ran's side, take good care of him, and repay his kindness, it would be the happiest job.

It's just feeding someone some fruit, what's the big deal?

She even warmed the young master's bed! Was she proud of it?

Ai sighed helplessly as she watched her sister completely absorbed in the moment.

Hopeless.

It seems that my older sister has been completely captivated by Lin Ran's gentle trap and sense of security. Moreover, judging from her current state, she not only has no intention of resisting, but is also enjoying it and even taking pride in it.

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The neon lights of the night.

It was still afternoon in the British Empire across the ocean.

Inside the Cambridge University editorial office of the Journal of Symbolic Logic, many technical editors are engrossed in the various manuscripts sent from all over the world, conducting preliminary screening and format checks.

"Damn, why are there so many manuscripts today..."

A middle-aged editor with thinning hair complained to his colleague as he slowly reached for the top submission that had just arrived.

This is his daily work.

The main thing is to first skim through the papers and filter out those that clearly do not meet the requirements or are of poor quality.

Just as he was about to pick up the top letter of the thick stack of manuscripts in front of him, somehow his finger slipped, brushing aside the top few and picking up the one that was pressed at the bottom.

The man named Thomas frowned, but didn't seem to care much.

Perhaps it's because my wife suddenly got romantic last night. We've been married for over ten years, and she seemed to have become young again, keeping me busy all night. As a result, my fingers are a bit stiff today.

"Never mind, starting from the bottom won't make a difference."

He muttered something and pulled the manuscript out from underneath.

The title of the manuscript is: "On the Proof of Seetapun's Conjecture and Its Implications for Reverse Mathematics".

"The Sitapan Conjecture?"

Thomas was certainly aware of this conjecture.

It is a somewhat well-known problem in the reverse mathematics community, but it is not considered the most advanced open problem. In recent years, many people have tried to solve it, but most have failed or have proven that there are loopholes.

He first glanced at the author information and submission address.

Author: Lin Ran

Address: A high school in Beikacho, Tokyo, Japan.

"High school student?"

Upon seeing this, Thomas had already labeled the manuscript as "probably a waste of time."

Every year, many self-proclaimed math enthusiasts, even high school students, attempt to solve famous conjectures and submit them to top journals, dreaming of instant fame, but the results are often disastrous.

The amount of wood wasted just for printing and mailing this waste paper is enough to save a rainforest.

However, out of professional ethics, he still turned to the main text.

As is customary, first identify a few obvious errors or illogical points, then write a template rejection letter to get rid of it, saving time.

"Let me see what tricks you lunatics can come up with this time..." Thomas muttered as he watched.

Upon closer inspection, he realized something was amiss.

The person who submitted the paper this time is definitely not an ordinary person. The introduction section provides a very accurate overview of the background of the problem and the bottlenecks in existing research. The professional terminology used shows that they are not laymen.

"Hey, you didn't actually prove it, did you...?"

Thomas himself laughed when he said that.

If the other party can really solve it, he will go home that night wearing his wife's sexy outfit from last night and let his wife whip him a couple of times.

However, he still suppressed some of his disdain.

Time passed second by second.

Thomas, who had originally planned to just glance at it and then throw it away, was now completely absorbed in it. His previously hunched back gradually straightened, his breathing became heavier, and a layer of fine sweat even appeared on his forehead.

No! No! No!

I'm not really going to get whipped by my wife, am I?

Because he discovered that, with his years of experience as a senior technical editor, after reading the entire paper, he couldn't find any logical flaws in it; the other party's writing was flawless!

How...how is this possible?

Oh my god! Good heavens, this is a high school student!

In order to avoid being beaten by his wife and to avoid getting too many marks on his body tomorrow, he repeatedly checked several key parts, trying to find something wrong, but without exception, there was nothing wrong, and everything perfectly matched the conclusion of the manuscript.

"Could it be... that this guy named Ran Lin actually proved the Seetapan conjecture?"

Thomas felt his heart start pounding.

Whether or not my wife beats me is no longer important.

Importantly... if this is true, it would be a significant contribution to the field of reverse mathematics, and the Journal of Symbolic Logic would be the first publication of this landmark paper.

At the same time, for him, the technical editor who discovered this talent, it was proof of his achievements! A key to promotion and a raise!

Go ahead and hit me! A real man isn't afraid of being hit, is he?

If it can really be proven, then let alone let my wife whip me, I'll bring all of her sex toys, kneel on the ground and let her whip me however she wants, wherever she wants, however she wants, I'll even give her 10 free if she buys 10!

"Bang!"

Thomas jumped up, overturning his chair, his face filled with disbelief and excitement.

"Thomas? What's wrong with you? Did you see a ghost?" a colleague asked jokingly.

Thomas ignored the joke, picked up the manuscript, and said in a trembling voice, "No...it's not a ghost, guys...I might...have discovered something incredible..."

"I need to contact the external reviewers immediately—no, I need to contact the top experts immediately! Immediately! Right now!"

As he spoke, he dashed towards the editor-in-chief's office like lightning.

Given his current status, he can't invite top math experts to help review the manuscript, but he can ask the editor-in-chief to call for outside help and find some big shots to come quickly.

Outside the window, the Cambridge afternoon sun was still shining brightly.

But within the editorial office of the Journal of Symbolic Logic, a storm sparked by a single paper was quietly brewing.

And the eye of the storm.

The young man named Lin Ran was currently at home in Dongdu, having just finished writing a section of "Snow Country," and was pondering how to get the maid out of her sister's bed...