Detective Conan: The Literary Genius is Actually a Great Scientist

Akemi and Ai spent the entire afternoon reading letters from readers in the living room, but even with the two sisters working together, they only managed to read less than a fifth of the letters by nightfall.

The workload was enormous, but the two were unwilling to cut corners.

This is a letter written by one of their young master Ran's readers, full of enthusiasm and every word. It must be treated with respect and patience!

She opened another letter, only to find it was from a reader urging her to release a new book. Akemi put the letter aside, rubbed her tired eyes, stood up from the carpet, picked up her phone, and checked the time.

"Oh dear! It's almost six o'clock. I have to hurry up and make dinner, otherwise the young master will be starving after he finishes writing. Shiho, you can take your time reading the rest. No rush."

"Okay, I understand, sister."

The little girl, sitting amidst a pile of letters, didn't even look up.

Beside her kneeling, fair legs were piles of letters on either side, though one side had more than the other, which contained only about five or six letters. These were carefully selected by her and her sister to be given to Lin Ran to reply to.

In addition, a number of letters had been thrown into the trash can next to it.

Writers and intellectuals in the 1990s still held a very high status.

Especially for genius writers like "Summer's End," who emerged out of nowhere, are incredibly talented yet mysterious and low-key, they are the vague idols and spiritual sustenance in the hearts of countless readers.

Most women in this era tend to have a purer, more romantic, and even somewhat idealistic view of love. They value spiritual resonance and soul attraction, are clear about their love and hate, and dare to express themselves.

Therefore, many young girls in their prime, young women just entering society, and even some experienced mature women, after immersing themselves in the ingenious plot and profound emotions of "The Devotion of Suspect X," find it hard not to be captivated by the literary charm displayed by author Xia Mo.

In a moment of passion and a sudden impulse, letters filled with admiration, enthusiasm, and even bold love were sent across mountains and rivers to the Yomiuri Shimbun office where Natsume worked.

They dreamed that, perhaps like the romantic legends in literary history, they could embark on a beautiful story of mutual appreciation between readers and writers, ultimately leading to a happy ending.

This kind of connection through letters, where souls meet before bodies and ultimately spend their lives together, is not an isolated case in the history of world literature.

Juliette, the wife of Victor Hugo, a representative writer of 19th-century French Romantic literature, was initially a fan of his.

During Hugo's long years of exile, his partner remained by his side, writing him love letters every day for 50 years, leaving behind nearly 20,000 letters. He is hailed as "the world's greatest love letter writer".

Such examples include Lu Xun, whom netizens jokingly refer to as the author of "Everything He Says."

His lover, Xu Guangping, was initially a student at a teachers' college. Out of admiration for Mr. Lu Xun, she wrote to him seeking advice on life and social issues. Later, their serious discussions gradually turned into intimate exchanges.

These letters were later compiled into "Letters Between Two Places," which records the emotional journey of the two from teacher and student to confidants and then to partners.

So don't think people are being impulsive; what if it works out?

Even if there is only one woman among a thousand readers with this mindset, multiplied by Xia Mo's current huge reader base, the number of women drawn to this phenomenon is still considerable.

then……

They unfortunately encountered Ai Haibara, who became their obstacle.

"Heh~"

The tea-haired loli read through yet another love letter in her hand, which was full of tender feelings and even included what she thought was a beautiful artistic photo. She let out a disdainful sneer.

With a casual flick of her delicate little hand, the letter and photo traced a graceful parabola before landing in the nearby trash can.

The writing is flamboyant, the emotions are empty, and there is no distinctive feature; it fails.

She will protect this home for her older sister.

None of these wicked women will get close to Lin Ran!

……

The rustling sound in the study never stopped all day.

The 8-hour "superhuman state" provided by the weakened CPH4 had long since ended. As soon as the drug's effects wore off, Lin Ran felt a strong sense of fatigue and a slight emptiness in her mind. Instinctively, she wanted to stop writing, drink some water, and get up to move her stiff body.

But as soon as he stopped writing, he forced himself to press the pen back down.

Although the effects of the medication wore off, his writing didn't stop. Once he left his seat, it would take him a long time to get back into the flow.

This is his livelihood; he can't neglect it.

After calming himself for two minutes, Lin Ran picked up his pen and carefully revised the nearly 10,000 words he had written that day, adjusting the imprecise word choices and polishing the slightly stiff sentences until he could read them smoothly and was satisfied. Only then did he finally put down his pen.

By this time, a full two hours had passed since the effects of CPH4 wore off.

"Ah—that feels so good!!!"

Standing up from her chair, Lin Ran stretched and yawned, looking at the fruits of her labor on the table with immense satisfaction.

I checked the time, and it was almost 8:30 pm.

That means he spent more than ten hours in the study without ever leaving his seat.

Niang Xipi!

"I'm really awesome!"

Lin Ran couldn't help but praise herself a couple of times.

However, once he stopped writing, as his enthusiasm for writing gradually faded, the aftereffects of CPH4 began to appear. After using his brain intensively for more than ten hours, he was exhausted, sleepy, and most importantly, extremely hungry.

I had just gotten up and taken one step when everything went black, and I almost collapsed and fell asleep.

"System, if you don't give me something to strengthen my body soon, your handsome, talented host will only be able to study at noon from now on, because he's doomed sooner or later..."

While complaining about his system, Lin Ran took out a piece of dark chocolate from the drawer, tore open the packaging, and stuffed it into his mouth. He chewed it to replenish his brain with sugar and quickly restore his strength.

I went to the toilet and finally relieved myself of the water I'd been holding in all day.

Then he rushed out of the study and headed downstairs.

The two sisters, who were quietly reading the readers' letters in the living room, looked up together when they heard the sound and saw Lin Ran rushing down the stairs in a hurry.

"Oh, Young Master Ran, have you finished writing?"

Mingmei's face lit up with joy, and she quickly stood up.

Lin Ran couldn't care less about anything else at this moment. Like a starving ghost, her eyes reddened, she ran over pitifully, "Sister Mingmei, please save the child! Is there anything to eat? Your young master is about to starve to death!"

Seeing her beloved young master so emaciated, the maid's heart ached terribly. She quickly replied, "Yes! Yes! Young master, please don't worry, just a moment, it will be ready soon!"

As she spoke, she trotted towards the kitchen.

Dinner had been prepared long ago, and neither she nor Xiao Ai had eaten; it had been kept warm in the warmer, just waiting for Lin Ran to come down.

Seeing that he still couldn't get a meal, Lin Ran noticed a half-finished glass of milk next to Xiao Ai. His stomach was growling with hunger, and he didn't care about anything else at the moment. He pounced on it and drank it.

"Gulp, gulp..."

"you……"

By the time Xiao Ai realized what was happening, Lin Ran had already gulped down the remaining half-cup of milk. Seeing his comfortable expression, the little girl twitched her pink lips and swallowed the rest of her words.