Detective Conan: The Literary Genius is Actually a Great Scientist

Lin Ran knew why Sonoko felt an instant connection with Ai Haibara, and even became somewhat persistent in pursuing her.

Besides Ai Haibara being undeniably cute, there's another hidden reason—Sonoko's beauty after removing her headband is so striking that even the ruthless Gin would mistake her for someone else.

It's like some kind of predestined fate.

Ah~ Sherry~

Ah~ Ai~

Xiao Lan learned from Mingmei that Lin Ran's new book was finished, and her gaze kept lingering on him.

Lin Ran didn't react at first.

Being stared at like that by a beautiful girl, he wondered if there was something on his face. He touched it a couple of times in confusion before realizing what was going on and tentatively asked:

"Want to read my new book?"

The girl nodded shyly, her cheeks slightly flushed, and asked softly, "Is...is it okay?"

"Of course." Lin Ran smiled and readily agreed. "I promised you and Yuanzi before that I would let you two be the first readers after the new book is finished."

In a sense, Xiaolan's involvement in this book is also very significant. Except for the very beginning, which she wrote with a different pen, the rest of the book was written with the pen that the girl gave to her mother.

Rounding down, she deserves three-tenths of the credit.

"The manuscript is in the drawer in the study. The final version is on the last shelf. If you and Sonoko want to see it, you can go and see for yourselves." Lin Ran said as he darted into the kitchen. Mingmei was making dinner, so he went to try it first to fill his stomach.

With the author's permission.

Ran first glanced at her best friend, who was in the living room again chasing after Ai to recognize her as her sister, causing a ruckus, before heading upstairs with the mindset of a pilgrim.

This was not the first time she had entered Lin Ran's study.

Before Akemi and Ai arrived, Sonoko had dragged her over to visit several times, and she had personally witnessed the boy writing at his desk.

I pushed open the door to the study.

Every time the girl came in, she was amazed by the books that covered an entire wall.

An entire wall of bookshelves, from floor to ceiling, was crammed full—literary classics, mathematical works, historical texts, philosophical essays, and even original texts in various languages.

Then came deep admiration.

It's worth noting that Lin Ran personally read a large portion of these books and kept notes and reflections, which may explain his profound cultural background.

He walked briskly to the desk.

She sat down in the chair, opened the drawer, and her slender, pale fingers gently glided over the stacks of manuscripts that filled the drawer, arranged neatly like bricks.

Initial version.

Revised version.

Revised edition.

Fourth edition.

……

Final version.

My finger slid all the way to the last version, which was the ninth version.

The girl's heart was filled with nothing but admiration.

Nine versions! Nine complete revisions! That takes immense patience and perseverance! And incredibly high standards of self-discipline.

She recalled something Lin Ran had once told her: "No matter how good an article is, there is always room for polishing. Striving for perfection is a required course for any writer."

At the time, I thought it made sense, but now that I've seen all nine versions of the draft, I truly understand the weight of those words.

"Lin Ran is really amazing."

Xiao Lan sighed softly, her tone full of admiration.

She picked up the last draft of the manuscript, stared at the two big characters "Snow Country" on the cover for a while, and then eagerly opened the manuscript.

The first thing you see is a very beautiful penmanship.

But before the girl could finish admiring the beautiful handwriting, her mind was immediately drawn to the opening passage: "Passing through the long tunnel that leads to the county, one enters the snow country. Under the night sky, everything is a vast expanse of white."

The text is minimalist, yet possesses an ethereal beauty.

Looking down, Xiaolan unknowingly became immersed in the world of snow, forgetting time and place.

She saw the reflection of leaves on the train window, saw Komako's drunken stupor, saw the pure snow of the snow country, and felt that beautiful yet futile sorrow...

It was hard to pull myself out of it for a while.

……

Emerging from the kitchen after a free meal, Lin Ran patted his half-full stomach with a contented smile. His little maid was the one who cared for him the most, knowing he was hungry and letting him try the best of everything first.

In the living room, the young lady was offering various "tempting" conditions in an attempt to "bribe" a certain brown-haired loli:

"Ai, just give in to me, be my little sister, and I'll buy you lots and lots of pretty dresses, take you to eat the most delicious cakes, go to the amusement park, go to a concert..."

The offer was generous and showed great sincerity. If it were an ordinary little girl, she would probably have already rushed over and called her "sister."

However, the little girl didn't even look up, continuing to flip through the fashion magazine in her hands, her cool voice carrying a hint of speechlessness: "No need, thank you."

"Hey—don't be so cold!" Sonoko persisted. "Look how sincere I am! And I'm super rich! Follow me, and I guarantee you'll live the high life! You'll reach the pinnacle of life!"

"..."

Ai felt that this young lady might not be very bright.

"You're still hanging around with your sister? That sounds like the mafia! Who's in the organization, you or me?"

Lin Ran watched the two bickering with a smile, showing no intention of helping. Young Miss Sonoko was shameless and had plenty of strength, so she could easily bully a little girl.

Very well, everything has its counter, just like braising tofu, even a haughty little girl can be tamed.

After watching the play for a while, he turned and walked into the courtyard.

The evening breeze was cool, dispelling the summer heat.

I took out my phone, scrolled through my contacts, found a number labeled "Editor Endo," and dialed it. It was answered almost instantly, followed by a respectful yet expectant voice from a middle-aged man:

"Feed? Teacher Xia Mo?"

"It's me, Editor Endo," Lin Ran introduced herself.

Hearing that familiar voice, Endo, the editor who was reviewing manuscripts at the newspaper office, quickly estimated the time in his mind and then excitedly asked:

"Teacher Xia Mo, is 'Snow Country'... finished?"

Lin Ran modestly replied, "Yes, I just finished writing it this morning. It might need your and the editor-in-chief's approval."

"I'm coming right away!"

As he spoke, Editor Endo prepared to get up and call someone.

This is the book that everyone in their newspaper is most concerned about in the second half of the year. From the editor-in-chief to the cleaning lady, everyone knows that "Snow Country" is the second work of "Summer's End" teacher. It is another masterpiece after "The Devotion of Suspect X" and is a guarantee of the newspaper's sales in the second half of the year!

Everyone is eagerly awaiting Lin Ran's completion of her work, just in time to cook.

You're too impatient.

Lin Ran smiled helplessly and reminded him, "Editor Endo, it's almost six o'clock now, it's too late. Let's not trouble you and the editor-in-chief to make a special trip. Let's wait until tomorrow, I'll have time tomorrow."

Editor Endo also realized that he had gotten a little too excited.

If we wait until they finish reviewing the manuscript, discuss the revisions, and then chat, who knows what time it will be? They don't rest, but Professor Xia Mo needs to rest too.

"Okay, then tomorrow morning!" Editor Endo suppressed his excitement and said solemnly, "Ms. Natsumi, we'll visit you at your home at nine o'clock sharp tomorrow morning, is that alright?"

"Okay, thank you for your help."

"No trouble at all! It's our pleasure!"

After agreeing on a time, the two exchanged a few more pleasantries before hanging up the phone.

……

Inside the Yomiuri Shimbun editorial department.

Editor Endo put down the phone, unable to stop smiling. He sat at his desk, savoring the good news he had just heard.

A middle-aged editor standing nearby noticed his expression and curiously approached, "Endo, what...good news did you receive? You're smiling like a madam."

The other editors also looked over upon hearing this.

Editor Endo snapped out of his daze, unperturbed by his colleague's teasing, and said with a smile, "It really is good news, fantastic good news."

At this point, some editors had already realized what was going on—after all, Endo had only been primarily responsible for one book recently, and it was the book that their entire editorial department had been keeping a close eye on and talking about.

"Has Teacher Xia finished writing?"

"What?! Snow Country is finished?"

"Really?! Where is it? Let me see!"

The editorial department instantly erupted in excitement. Editor Endo managed to extricate himself from the group of editors surrounding him and explained, "Snow Country is finished, but it's too late today. We can only review the manuscript tomorrow. Then everyone will be able to enjoy Natsume-sensei's work."

Once confirmed, the editorial department erupted in chaos.

"Endo, congratulations! Another masterpiece is now in your hands."

Don't forget to treat us.

"Remember to order two more madams..."

……

"Definitely, definitely. I'll go tell the editor-in-chief the good news first." After dealing with his colleagues, Editor Endo hurriedly walked towards the editor-in-chief's office with a happy expression.

The editors behind him watched his excited, strutting figure, their emotions a mix of feelings: some congratulated him, some envied him, some were expectant, and some were jealous…

Just six months ago, Endo was an unknown, mediocre, and thinning-haired middle-aged editor in the editorial department.

It only took six months.

The other party then transformed from an unknown nobody into a top editor whom everyone greeted, said hello to, and called "Endo-sensei." The reason for this was that he discovered the genius new writer "Xia Mo" and the phenomenal masterpiece "The Devotion of Suspect X."

What boosts an editor's performance?

It relies on discovering good writers and good works.

Sometimes, this really depends on luck, foresight, and... fate!

In the eyes of many editors, Endo must have had incredible luck to have managed to latch onto the super-powerful "Summer's End," causing his status and reputation in the industry to skyrocket.

Go back and take another look at the submissions you received in your email inbox—submissions that were poorly written, scribbled, and riddled with typos.

One can only sigh:

"We'd love to step in a couple of those piles of dog poop too!"

"Why doesn't Teacher Xia Mo submit any articles to me?"

"I tried my best too!"

The editorial office was filled with a faint lemon scent.

..........

..........

(8000 more chapters to be added)

The author is so upset! So many readers have been asking why there have been fewer updates lately, but the author really hasn't!

However, to avoid affecting the reading experience, the author did not separate some chapters. A normal chapter is 2000 words, but the author's chapters are 3 to 4000 words, which is why the daily updates seem less frequent.

So far this month, the young author has already updated 14 words, averaging 8000 words per day. They are truly working very hard.