Detective Conan: The Literary Genius is Actually a Great Scientist

Lin Ran had no idea that the practice piece he chose when he first arrived in this world would put such a lot of pressure on Kudo Yusaku, to the point that he couldn't even care about his wife and was focused on proving himself.

If only I knew the truth.

His second book, no matter what, has to be...

Yes, keep up the good work! Write another masterpiece of the same caliber to fuel Yusaku-san's creative passion and intensify his efforts. This will encourage him to be more focused, work harder, and unleash his full creative potential, contributing more timeless masterpieces to the world's treasure trove of mystery literature.

This is absolutely for the purpose of promoting the development of literature, for inspiring our predecessors to constantly break through their own limitations, and for the construction of spiritual civilization for all mankind.

It's definitely not because I wanted to see Yukiko!

Lin Ran is a man of integrity; he is not that kind of person.

However, things are actually quite good this way. You can casually throw out a masterpiece of detective fiction, leaving your peers stunned and questioning their existence, and then you can turn around and go on to work on more profound literary works.

It gives the impression that what you love is something that others don't even care about.

The Lin Residence.

The morning sun shone on the villa. After breakfast, Lin Ran accompanied Mingmei to trim the flowers and plants for a while.

Today is Sunday, no school.

As she passed through the living room, Lin Ran gave the little girl with brown hair a good pat on the head, and then, humming a little tune, returned to her study under her resentful gaze to prepare to start writing.

Mingmei had already brewed a pot of tea for him and placed it on the table.

Lin Ran sat down at her desk, not immediately putting pen to paper. She poured herself a cup of tea, but didn't drink it right away. Instead, she watched the rising steam, letting her mind slowly settle and empty itself.

He was reminiscing about yesterday's chance encounter.

Recalling the chance encounter with the young woman who was forced to become a geisha because her husband lost his job and her daughter was hospitalized, and recalling the conversation the two had on a bench in the red-light district in the afternoon.

It was a conversation between a writer and a young mother.

Lin Ran closed her eyes, took a sip of tea, and chewed on a tea leaf every now and then.

At the same time, I felt the same sense of futility emanating from that young woman—the struggle in the mud yet still gazing at the starlight; the poignant feeling of knowing the road ahead is bleak yet still burning oneself out for the one one loves...

When he wrote "Snow Country," he consulted a lot of materials, read a lot of books, and pondered a lot of emotions, but in the end, it was still a little lacking. Like an outsider observing, his words were beautiful, but they lacked a bit of vitality.

Now, after yesterday's personal experience, Lin Ran truly felt the real texture of the struggles of the mortal world that Kawabata Yasunari had not fully expressed.

"What you learn from books is never enough; you must put it into practice to truly understand."

With a soft sigh, Lin Ran opened her eyes, spat out the tasteless tea leaves from her mouth, and her gaze became clear and resolute.

He spread out the manuscript paper, took out the blue fountain pen that Eri had given him, unscrewed the ink bottle, and dipped the nib in ink.

Everything is ready.

But before he could put pen to paper, a thought struck him, and he took out a vial containing a weakened version of CPH4 from his system space.

If there's a cheat, you should still use it.

After swallowing a small blue pill, a cool sensation rushed to the top of my head. The world seemed to quiet down at that moment. The birdsong outside the window and the distant car noises all faded away, leaving only the surging inspiration in my mind and the words about to flow from my pen.

"Getting into it."

Lin Ran's lips curled up slightly.

Pick up the pen, suspend your wrist, and put the pen down.

Having experienced it firsthand yesterday, he wrote much more fluently without any pauses, and his words became increasingly vibrant.

Compared to the original "Snow Country," Lin Ran carefully revised it after returning last night, retaining its core aesthetics and nihilistic tone while taking its essence and discarding its dross.

Some overly personal and slightly obscure symbols have been removed.

At the same time, Lin Ran added about 2 words to the original text, which is his more personal and universal interpretation of the aesthetics of "mono no aware".

What he tries to explore is not only the disillusionment with love and beauty, but also how people can maintain the last glimmer of humanity under the inescapable pressure of fate and survival, even if this glimmer will eventually be swallowed up by a greater void.

For the rest of the day, Lin Ran did not leave her study, remaining buried in her desk, completely absorbed in writing "Snow Country".

In the afternoon, Endo, the editor from the Yomiuri Shimbun, came by. After he left, Akemi took a pot of freshly brewed tea and some snacks to the study.

"Young Master, take a break. You've been writing all morning."

She spoke softly, placing the tray on the corner of the desk. Her gaze fell upon the manuscript paper spread out on the table, and looking at the dense handwriting on it, she couldn't help but marvel inwardly. The young master was indeed a young master. Even if she sat in her room all day, she couldn't come up with an 800-word essay.

Hearing the sound, Lin Ran stopped writing, rubbed her sore wrist, looked up and smiled at her: "Thank you for your hard work, Mingmei."

"It's not hard work," Akemi shook her head and said to him, "Editor Endo came by earlier."

"Oh?" Lin Ran raised an eyebrow. "What did he say?"

"He mainly came to check on the progress of your new book, and he also brought a lot of letters from readers." Mingmei recalled the several large sacks of letters in the living room, her tone tinged with pride. "But seeing that you were writing, he didn't bother you much, and left after having a cup of tea."

Lin Ran nodded, picked up a matcha red bean cake, took a bite, and squinted his eyes in satisfaction at the sweet and soft texture.

Akemi continued, "Editor Endo also said... that lady really did come to the newspaper office yesterday afternoon with your autographed book. As you instructed, he helped pay for the surgery and also helped her husband find a stable job."

At this point, the little maid's eyes sparkled with admiration:

"Young master, you are so kind and gentle."

Lin Ran smiled but didn't reply.

He didn't tell the two sisters about it when he came back last night. It's mainly because things like visiting the brothel and the plot of "helping young women on the verge of going to prostitution" just felt a bit strange to talk about.

"Did Editor Endo say anything else?"

"He told me to focus on my writing and not to worry about anything else; the newspaper would handle it." Mingmei paused, then added, "He also said... the lady cried a lot when she received the money, and kept saying she wanted to thank you in person."

"No need for thanks." Lin Ran didn't think she was particularly noble. "It's good that I was able to help."

Mingmei nodded, and seeing him lower his head again to continue writing, she tactfully withdrew and gently closed the door.

Lin Ran, however, did not start writing for the time being.

He leaned back in his chair, the image of the young mother from yesterday flashing through his mind—her life was miserable, yet she still tried her best to straighten her back.

Is it kind?

maybe.

But more than anything, it's a kind of intellectual capriciousness.

He wants to intervene when he sees injustice; he wants to help those in need. As for what happens next, that's not really his concern.

Just like how he helped that young woman simply because, at that moment, her story touched a nerve with him as a writer.

"In the end, I'm still just an ordinary person."

Lin Ran shook her head self-deprecatingly and picked up her pen again.

......

downstairs.

Seeing her older sister come downstairs alone, Ai Haibara, who was sitting on the sofa reading a reader's letter, raised her icy blue eyes and asked casually:

"Is he still in seclusion up there?"

"Yes, young master is working very hard!" Mingmei nodded vigorously.

Thinking that Lin Ran hadn't come down for lunch, the little girl frowned slightly, her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but she swallowed back the words that were on the tip of her tongue, and just gave a faint "oh" before turning her gaze back to the reader's letter in her hand.

Hmph, writing maniac... doesn't he know how to take a break? Oh well, what does it have to do with me?

The two sisters began processing the reader letters brought by editor Endo.

Akemi dragged the sack to the middle of the living room and sat on the carpet with Ai. They rummaged through the sack with their four hands and began today's "treasure hunt".

The readers' enthusiasm is overwhelming.

So much so that a guest room in the villa has been specially cleared out and is now almost full of letters from readers all over Japan and even overseas.

Lin Ran had previously given Mingmei and Xiao Ai a long-term task.

Every time Editor Endo came to deliver mail, the two of them would pick out a few meaningful letters from the massive amount of mail. When he had time, he would reply to them and thank the readers for their support.

For a writer, readers are their bread and butter.

Otherwise, no matter how eloquent or sophisticated your writing is, if no readers buy it, it will only end up as toilet paper.

There were quite a few letters, and the contents were all sorts of things.

University students wrote lengthy reflections after reading the book; housewives shared their emotional experiences while reading it; and even a middle school teacher wrote to say that his students had developed an interest in mathematics through the book.

Hmm... isn't this a mystery novel?

It can only be said that the character of Ishigami is too charming. Compared to being a detective, these middle school students in their adolescence would rather be a mathematician, which shows their ambition.

The tea-haired loli looked at the letter with amusement.

She's really curious to see how these readers will react when they find out that the author of Ishigami is actually a mathematician; she's certainly been shocked.

"Look at this," Mingmei picked up a letter. "It's from a retired police officer. He said that the young master's understanding of police procedures is astonishing, and asked if the young master has any friends who are police officers."

Ai took the letter, quickly glanced at it, and said, "Reply to this one. You can explain the research you did during the creative process."

Mingmei nodded and put it aside.

There is a letter from someone who calls himself a "genius high school detective," who analyzes in detail three flaws in "The Devotion of Suspect X" and claims that if he were the detective in the book, the case would have been solved long ago.

"This child is quite confident," Mingmei commented.

Ai only glanced at the signature at the end of the letter—Hattori Heiji—before categorizing it into the "no reply needed" group.

"Arrogant and conceited."

A comment from Ai-chan.

Despite maintaining her aloof and innocent persona, she had already unconsciously included Lin Ran and her sister in her "own" circle. When faced with a letter that clearly carried a provocative tone, her protective instincts automatically kicked in.

She then picked up a letter that felt quite thick.

Upon opening the package, the tea-haired loli's icy blue pupils instantly contracted, and her delicate face visibly furrowed, as if the surrounding air temperature had dropped several degrees.

This is an extremely passionate and direct love letter, accompanied by several photos. No wonder it feels so thick and has a hard texture.

The photos show a young woman in her twenties with a sweet face, but... she's too revealing. In the first photo, she's just wearing a light swimsuit; in the second, she's only partially covered; and in the third...

"You have no shame!"

The tea-haired loli bit her pink lips and squeezed out four cold words through her teeth. Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried a rare anger.

"What's wrong?"

Mingmei noticed her sister's change and curiously peeked over.

Before Ai could hide the photos, Akemi had already seen the top one, which was shockingly explicit.

Mingmei paused for a moment, blinked, and then burst out laughing: "Oh my, this young lady is quite pretty, and has a great figure too. Young Master Ran is still young, so... how about we quietly put the letter on his desk? Maybe if he's tired from writing, reading it will... help him relax?"

"elder sister!"

Ai-chan's voice held an unusual sternness, "How could you show such vulgar things to the young master?"

She quickly stuffed all the photos back into the envelope and headed for the trash can.

"But..." Akemi wanted to say something more.

"There are no buts." Xiao Ai interrupted her, throwing the entire envelope into the trash can and covering it with other trash. "Lin Ran is currently in a crucial period of his creative process. This kind of vulgar stuff will only pollute his eyes and inspiration."

Looking at her younger sister's serious face, Akemi suddenly understood something, and a knowing smile appeared on her lips: "Okay, okay, okay, I'll listen to you. Our Shiho is right. Young Master is creating serious literature, so he can't read this nonsense~"

Ai noticed the deeper meaning in her sister's eyes and turned her face away uncomfortably: "I just... don't want these vulgar things to pollute this home."

"I understand, I understand."

Akemi nodded with a beaming smile, her eyes practically overflowing with doting affection. "Our Shiho is the most sensible and considerate of our young master~"

Ai: "......"

You don't know anything!

My silly sister, what woman would willingly show her man other women's sexy photos!

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(Bonus chapter 7000 words)