Detective Conan: The Literary Genius is Actually a Great Scientist

Pulling back her thoughts of the math goddess, Lin Ran took out the manuscript that Takahashi Ryoichi had damaged the night before from her schoolbag. Part of it was soaked by rain, and the ink was already blurred.

Fortunately, it wasn't long, and he still had things on his mind.

"Let's just say it's... God's way of making me strive for perfection."

I consoled myself, took out a new notebook from the drawer, and spent more than an hour rewriting what I had written last night.

With this step completed, Lin Ran temporarily stopped writing, reached for the teacup beside her, took a sip of tea, left a tea leaf in her mouth and slowly chewed it, and looked out the window at the distant clouds to clear her mind.

The sky was blue, the clouds were white, and the clouds drifted slowly, changing shapes in countless ways, like cotton candy, like sheep, like a little girl...

As always, I calm my mind before writing.

Only by clearing your mind of distractions can you fill it with stories.

Snow Country was nearing completion; he estimated that there were about 6000 words left to write.

He made many revisions to this book based on the history and culture of the Detective Conan world, deleted some content, and added many of his own insights. He polished it for a long time.

The young woman he met in the red-light district was a great help to him.

According to Editor Endo, her daughter's surgery was successful and she is currently recovering in the hospital. She will ask Editor Endo to visit her another day.

At one point, Lin Ran snapped out of her reverie, sat up straight, and solemnly picked up her pen:

"The folk singers started drumming again. Shimamura remembered the mirror reflecting the morning snow at the end of last year, and looked towards the dressing table. The cold snowflakes in the mirror seemed exceptionally large. Komako was wiping her neck with her collar open, and flashes of white light swept around her..."

For the rest of the time, only the rustling sound could be heard in the study...

Outside the window, the sunlight changed from bright to soft, and then to dim; the sky changed from azure to golden, and then to deep blue.

The study door remained tightly closed.

Mingmei and Xiao Ai both knew that Lin Ran's book was at its final crucial moment, so neither of the sisters disturbed him. They didn't even dare to approach the study and walked on tiptoe.

The two of them stayed downstairs all afternoon, even watching TV on silent, for fear that the slightest sound would interrupt his creative process.

Even for dinner, the little maid simply boiled a kettle of water and made herself and her sister a bowl of noodles, making do with what she had.

"Young Master Ran is busy with important matters, so let's just have something simple to eat." Mingmei said matter-of-factly, "Why would a child need to eat something so good?"

Ai-chan's eyes were filled with resentment, but thinking about the important matter Lin Ran was working on, she still silently slurped up two mouthfuls of instant noodles.

From a little after 3 p.m. to 2 a.m., for more than ten hours, Lin Ran did not leave her study once, devoting herself wholeheartedly to the final work and writing tirelessly.

Occasionally, when I get tired, I look up at the bright moon outside the window, stretch my sore wrists and neck, and then lower my head to continue creating.

It was three o'clock at night.

The study remained quiet. Outside, it was pitch black and all was still. Even the incessantly chirping cicadas had grown tired and gone to rest. Only the bright moon in the sky kept him company.

The blue nib of the fountain pen, following the boy's thoughts, arrived at the final paragraph:

"Komako screamed wildly, and Shimamura tried to approach her, but was pushed and shoved aside by a group of men. These men wanted to take the leaf from Komako's hand. When Shimamura regained his footing and looked up, the Milky Way seemed to pour into his heart with a whoosh."

The pen falls, the article ends.

The final period has been drawn.

When that small, round period fell on the manuscript paper, Lin Ran still held the pen and sat motionless at her desk.

As if he had transformed into Shimamura from the book, the love of Komako, the beauty of the snow country, and the death of Yoko that he had previously felt were all swallowed up and sublimated by a huge sense of nothingness at this moment.

That feeling was wonderful.

It's like completing a long journey and finally reaching the destination, but after arriving at the destination, you feel a little lost - what should you do next?

After a long while, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

"Phew~ Japan's culture is still too small..."

A teacher once told him in a past life, "You should read less Japanese literature, because the more you read, the smaller you become."

The reason for this is that Japan's aesthetic is extremely negative—"mono no aware," "yūgen," and "wabi-sabi" are beautiful, but after seeing too much of them, it is very easy to fall into a self-constructed closed space, isolated from the world, feeling that everything is in vain and that only death is salvation.

Now he not only observes, but also delves into it to create, writing about the most "healing" aesthetics of mono no aware and futile beauty.

The moment Lin Ran finished writing, she felt somewhat depressed.

No wonder the suicide rate among Japanese writers is so high.

Like the six literary representatives of modern Japanese literature in the past, four of them ended their own lives: Ryunosuke Akutagawa committed suicide by taking sleeping pills at the age of 35, Osamu Dazai drowned himself at the age of 39, Yukio Mishima committed seppuku at the age of 45, and Yasunari Kawabata died of carbon monoxide poisoning at the age of 74.

Kawabata Yasunari is the original author of "Snow Country".

Lin Ran preserved a passage from the book: "If a person dies happily, if he believes that death is a lasting liberation, then the world should not lament for him, because a happy death is always better than the deepest pain in the soul, and one day, one will become indifferent to life. Death is the ultimate beauty; death is equivalent to rejecting all understanding."

Isn't it beautifully written?

Tragic, yet free.

But if you follow this writing style, especially if the writer needs to immerse themselves in it, it's hard not to commit suicide if they write too much.

"Stop it."

Lin Ran rubbed his temples; he certainly didn't want to commit suicide.

He's only eighteen, with a bright future ahead of him, lovely girls waiting for him, a vast world to explore, and many things to do and many people to love.

Suicide? Are you kidding me!

After calming down for a while, I took a sip of water, looked at the bright moon outside the window, and thought about pleasant things—like Akemi's gentleness, Ai's tsundere personality, Sonoko's liveliness, and Ran's kindness...

Gradually, that feeling of depression dissipated.

Then he picked up his pen again, looked at the manuscript in front of him, and did a final check to fill in any gaps and refine it.

After everything was completed, Lin Ran checked it repeatedly to make sure there were no problems before finally letting out a sigh of relief, screwing on the pen cap, and letting the tension relax completely.

And the moon, having finished her accompaniment, quietly departed. The sky was already turning a pale white, and the sun was about to go to work.

After tidying up the manuscript, organizing the desk, putting away the fountain pen, and capping the ink bottle, Lin Ran felt more relaxed than ever before as she stood up.

Snow Country is finished.

At this moment, his heart was filled with joy, satisfaction, and a sense of bewilderment at not knowing what to do after finishing writing, but more than anything else...

"I'm starving, I'm starving, I can't take it anymore, I'm going to starve to death..."

Lin Ran muttered to himself as he rushed out of the study. From yesterday afternoon to this morning, almost 15 hours had passed, and he hadn't eaten anything except for a few cups of tea. His stomach was now rumbling.

If he doesn't eat something soon, he might starve to death before he becomes depressed and commits suicide. That would be too embarrassing to say. The great writer Lin Ran did not die from literature, but from hunger.

This way of dying is so unromantic.

Ta-da!

He was heading down the stairs, intending to find something to eat in the kitchen, when a sleepy voice sounded behind him as he passed the living room:

"Hmm... Young Master Ran, are you finished writing?"

slap~

The lights came on.

Mingmei, who had slept on the living room sofa all night, threw off the thin blanket and ran to the kitchen without even putting on her slippers, muttering, "Young Master Ran, are you hungry? You must be hungry. I'll go make you something delicious right away, Young Master, don't worry..."

Hearing the sounds coming from the kitchen, Lin Ran sat on the sofa, picked up the milk that Mingmei had prepared for him, took a sip, and the gloom in his heart was covered by a warm current.

Depressing?

No, he wouldn't commit suicide; he has a little maid to heal him.

Literature can be depressing, but life is healing.

……

6: am.

After wolfing down the breakfast prepared by his maid Mingmei, Lin Ran ran upstairs, plopped down on the bed, and fell asleep the moment his face touched the bed, without even taking off his shoes.

Working at such a high intensity for more than ten consecutive hours is really exhausting. It's only because the T-virus had strengthened his body that he was able to withstand this kind of strain.

Then Mingmei came in, helped him take off his shoes and socks, covered him with the blanket, tucked the corners in, and then, looking at her sleeping young master, couldn't help but secretly kiss him.

"Young Master, you've worked hard."

She spoke softly, then tiptoed out of the room.

Today's class will not be able to be held.

Lin Ran was sleeping like a log; she wouldn't wake up even if there was an earthquake, let alone attend class.

Fortunately, after proving the conjecture last time, Teitan's board of directors not only rewarded him with a large bonus, but also specifically approved that he could arrange his study time freely. After all, such a genius student cannot be held to the same standards as ordinary students.

Lin Ran slept very soundly.

After finishing writing, I felt light and relaxed, and my sleep quality improved.

I slept soundly from sunrise to sunset.

In his dream, he was having a sweet romance with the beautiful daughter of the Duke of Zhou. They held hands, strolled through a sea of ​​flowers, made wishes under the stars, and kissed under the moonlight...

Just as they were about to move from holding hands and kissing to the crucial next step—he had already taken his pants off, and the "daughter of Zhou Gong" (a figure from Chinese mythology associated with dreams) had shyly closed her eyes, her eyelashes fluttering, her red lips slightly parted…

Just then, a strong feeling of weightlessness suddenly came over me.

The brain suspects he's passed out in his sleep, triggering a defense mechanism to see if he's really dead.

Holy crap!

Lin Ran, lying in bed, was jolted awake from her sleep. Outside the window, the golden afterglow of the evening was streaming into the bedroom, bathing the room in a warm hue.

"Well……"

He reached for his phone on the bedside table and glanced at it. It was already 5:30 in the evening. He had slept for almost twelve hours straight, and his head was starting to ache.

Lin Ran sat up in bed and rubbed his messy hair. This was the time he dreaded most when he woke up from his afternoon nap.

It can feel like being forgotten by the world.

Everyone else had finished their daytime activities and was getting ready to have dinner and enjoy the night, but he had just woken up and felt like he had wasted the whole day, like an outsider.

But before he could figure out which position would make him look cooler when he started to feel depressed, he heard the cheerful laughter of several girls coming from outside the window.

Crisp, sweet, and full of vitality.

"Little Ai, little Ai, don't run away, let your big sister give you a hug..."

"Sonoko, don't bully Ai."

"No, I just wanted to hug Ai. She's so cute!"

"No! Get away from me!"

Laughter dispelled the sense of forgetfulness in the twilight. Lin Ran's eyes lit up, she threw off the covers, ran barefoot to the window, and looked down.

Suddenly, two beautiful girls, Ran and Sonoko, arrived in the courtyard. This was their first visit since he hired the Miyano sisters as maids.

Right now, Xiaolan is exchanging flower-growing tips with Mingmei by the flower bed.

The girl exclaimed softly, "Mingmei, this white rose is so well grown, the color is so beautiful."

"It's good timing that you came, Xiaolan, just in time for the flowers to bloom." Mingmei smiled, feeling a great liking for this gentle girl; the two had such similar personalities.

They are gentle, kind, and all have excellent cooking skills.

She had just chatted with Xiaolan for a while and found that the two had similar views on many things, and felt like they had known each other for a long time.

And beside them...

Sonoko was energetically chasing after a small, brown-haired figure, calling out, "Ai-chan, Ai-chan, don't run away! What's wrong with letting your big sister hug you? Just for a little while!"

Ai isn't stupid. To avoid being tormented, she moved incredibly fast with her short legs and started circling the yard with the young lady.

Two beautiful girls, a gentle older sister, and a proud little girl—the scene in the courtyard was simply picturesque. Seeing this, Lin Ran's mood brightened.

Sonoko, who had been chasing Ai for a long time but hadn't caught up with her, had just stopped to catch her breath when she looked up and saw Lin Ran leaning against the windowsill, watching the show with a smile.

"Oh! Lin Ran, Lin Ran, you're awake?"

The young lady's voice was full of surprise.

The other three girls looked up when they heard the voice. Xiao Lan looked up with a gentle smile and said, "Good afternoon, Lin Ran."

Good afternoon, Xiaolan.

Lin Ran greeted them and happily turned to go back to her room.

He washed up, changed his clothes, and tidied his hair, which had turned into a bird's nest while he slept. When he came downstairs looking refreshed and neat, the four women had already come from the yard into the living room and were sitting on the sofa waiting for him.

Now everyone's eyes are fixed on him as he moves.

"Hey, you two beauties, what brings you here?"

Jokingly, Lin Ran plopped down on the sofa and casually stroked the little girl next to him. Ai was sitting next to him, hugging a pillow, her expression still indifferent.

With outsiders present, Ai-chan still gave him some face.

She only glanced at Lin Ran and let him do whatever he wanted on her little head without pushing his hand away.

Xiaolan explained, "We noticed you weren't at school today, and we guessed you must have been writing all night. We were a little worried, so we came to check on you."

"Yes, yes!" Sonoko nodded repeatedly, leaning closer and almost touching Lin Ran. "Why did you sleep until now? We've been here for quite a while. Mingmei said you've been sleeping since morning without eating anything. Are you hungry? Do you want something to eat?"

Seeing someone's concern, Lin Ran casually replied, "I just woke up and was a little hungry, but seeing you all makes me feel much better—"

He paused deliberately, looked at the two beautiful girls' slightly widened eyes, and smiled:

"After all, beauty is pleasing to the eye."

Hehe~

One sentence made the two beautiful girls blush.

Ai glanced at him again, her eyes conveying two words:

"Scumbag!"

They didn't see Lin Ran at school today, so they guessed he must have been writing all night again, and rushed over to check on him as soon as school was over.

Akemi had heard a lot about the two girls from her young master, and since Sonoko had helped her and her sister get their new identities, she warmly welcomed them.

It's just that Ai is unlucky.

After school, he finally managed to escape those kids from the detective club, but he was caught in another trap and was targeted by Sonoko.

Sonoko's eyes lit up when she saw this aloof but incredibly cute brown-haired loli. She instantly took a liking to her and kept asking Ai to be her little sister.

She had wanted a little sister for a long time, but unfortunately her father was impotent, and her mother's belly remained empty after she was born.

Seeing Ai Haibara now is like a dream come true.

So cool and cute! And it's brown hair! The same color as my own! What else could this be but fate?!

Ai Haibara was completely helpless against this young lady.

Her small frame was no match for the other party's abuse, and in a way, the other party had also done her and her sister a favor.

You can't hit them, you can't scold them, you can only run away.

This is truly a terrible tragedy.

Now that Lin Ran is awake, she finally has someone to rely on. Although this person isn't very reliable and has bullied her quite a bit, at least it's one less person to bully her.

The little girl looked at Lin Ran and gave him a meaningful look.

Lin Ran received the signal, smiled, and said, "Leave it to me." Then she looked at Sonoko and said, "Sonoko, don't bully Ai. She's still a child."

"I didn't bully her!" Sonoko declared defiantly. "I like her! I want to be close to her!"

"But that has to be something they're willing to do," Lin Ran said, making a final protest for Ai. "You can't force a relationship."

"I'm going to twist even if it's not sweet!" Sonoko said, hands on her hips. "Twist it down first, then we'll talk!"

The protest failed, and Lin Ran returned a helpless look.

Ai: "..."

Help! This young lady is beyond saving!