"Years of Mystery" was founded relatively late, but it was the first magazine to launch an online subscription service. The main reason was that the magazine's physical sales were declining year by year, while there were a large number of mystery novel enthusiasts on the Internet.

This step also helped this first Chinese mystery magazine to survive.

Because it was developed early, the software is also very complete. In addition to the monthly magazine, it also has a built-in forum for readers to discuss the plot of the novel.

"Have you finished reading this issue? There's a particularly interesting short story."

"That 'Invisible X' you mentioned, right?"

"Yes, that's it. The author's writing style is refreshing. There's no real crime involved in the story, so there's no sense of suspense or thriller. But the author's writing is really good. It creates a special edition with a sense of life and a mystery atmosphere."

"Yeah, I read it too. There are so few mystery novels like this. I really like it."

"You guys are still looking too shallow. The author's real strength lies in his narrative trickery. X is only the first answer to the mystery, and the most obvious part. Anyone who has read mystery novels can at least see that. The author's second answer, the identity of "I," is the most interesting part of the whole story."

"I agree with the author. The author misleads the reader from the beginning, making us think that "I" is a student. But in fact, the author gives the answer from the very beginning. After class, he doesn't go back to the dormitory, but says he goes home. After he can't go back here, he specifically asks to attend other teachers' classes. Anyway, I would never do this in college. So the answer is that "I" am also a teacher."

"Fuck, you beast upstairs, I haven't even seen it yet, and you leaked the results to me."

"Get lost! Who told you to go to the forum and cause trouble instead of reading the book first?"

……

"By the way, this Lu Qingfeng is a new author, right? I haven't read him before."

As we talked, we inevitably started discussing the author.

"Yeah, that's the first time I've heard that name."

"This name reminds me of the first prize winner of this year's New Concept Essay Preliminary Competition. It's the short science fiction novel 'Hey—Come Out.' The author is also named Lu Qingfeng, but it's probably not the same person. That's their real name, and this one might be a pen name."

"Who cares? He's a good writer. He should develop well in this field. He's another great mystery writer. There's hope for the rise of Chinese mystery novels."

"Don't rise up! This slogan has been shouted countless times. Whenever a new person comes forward, it is shouted again. But the result is that they are almost withered away and cannot be seen anymore."

"The newcomers are all shouting about their rise, while the veterans are all indifferent. That's what Da Laba Cheng said when he debuted. After just a few years, he's already lost his talent and his writing is a mess."

"What do you mean by pointing at me when you're talking about others? Are you looking for trouble?"

A digital account suddenly popped up at this moment.

"My lord?"

While the newcomers were still curious, the old guys had already gone up to attack them.

"Stupid boy, what else can you do besides spying on the screen? Please go and polish your shitty plot."

"That means your past achievements have been holding up. Otherwise, do you think your new work can still be serialized in "Years of Mystery"?"

"You're not worthy of calling yourself the Chinese Edogawa Ranpo."

"To do something that has no purpose, to be grotesque just for the sake of being grotesque, I eat poets."

At this time, Jiang Cheng, who was sitting at home, was almost going crazy.

He is the Big Loudspeaker Makoto as his book friends call him, and his pen name is Ranpo Makoto.

One person fought against the crowd, his hands typing quickly on the screen.

However, he was outnumbered and saw more and more people scolding him. He was so angry that he took screenshots of the comments and posted them on Weibo.

"What's wrong with society these days? How dare a newcomer act like that? After all, I'm a famous author with a book that's sold over a million copies. I have solid achievements. If you want to step on me to get ahead, at least show some results."

He has quite a few followers on Weibo, and the number of comments quickly exceeds a thousand.

……

"What's going on with this guy?"

Lu Qingfeng didn't know about this. When Yang Xiuxiu took it out to show him, he was a little confused.

"Ranpo Makoto is a typical example of someone who became famous with just one book. His writing style is very similar to that of the great Japanese writer Edogawa Ranpo, but he also incorporates his own unique characteristics, making him unique in China."

Yang Xiuxiu introduced.

Edogawa Ranpo is known as the originator of Japanese mystery novels. He is an orthodox mystery writer, but the settings in his books are bizarre, weird and dark.

The characters he writes have weird, twisted psychological dark sides, which show the complexity and fragility of human nature.

The stories he weaves often pursue extremes and abnormalities.

Take his work “Human Chair” for example, where a craftsman stuffs himself into a chair to imagine the appearance and life of each person who sits on him.

This absurd and bizarre setting reveals Japanese-style horror and thriller everywhere.

The fact that people can recognize that your writing style is like that of this great writer shows that you have the ability.

But what about the abuse in these forums?

It seemed as if she could see the doubts in his heart.

Yang Xiuxiu continued.

"This person also became famous at a young age. His first publication sold a million copies, and he became arrogant. He claimed to be the Chinese Edogawa Ranpo and criticized some famous writers."

"Later, I wasn't satisfied and started speaking out about current events, criticizing various things. That's when I was nicknamed 'Big Loudspeaker City'."

"If it were just that, fans would be able to tolerate it. But his writing style is becoming increasingly deviant, and the plots are becoming increasingly abstract, so readers aren't buying it anymore."

“It became what it is now.”

"Oh!"

Lu Qingfeng understood.

"He used to step on others to get to the top, so when he saw someone praising me and stepping on him, he became paranoid and thought I had to copy his path to fame."

"It should be like this."

Lu Qingfeng was at a loss whether to laugh or cry. There really were all kinds of birds in the forest.

But it seems normal.

Since ancient times, scholars have looked down on each other. It started in the Warring States Period when a hundred schools of thought were competing. Wang Anshi and Su Dongpo also fought for most of their lives. Du Mu slandered Bai Juyi. Li Qingzhao even criticized Su Shi in her "On Ci"...

This kind of thing is inevitable.

What's more, this is also a good thing for him.

In ancient times, scholars and candidates all wanted to debate with famous scholars in order to become famous.

The current situation is similar, and it was the other party who initiated it.

The key is that it is the other party who is annoyed. What is there for him to find difficult to accept?

Don't bother.

He is in a very relaxed state of mind.

"Another interesting point is, look at the comments below, don't they sound a bit like fan club style?"

"You're crazy! When did our little deer provoke you? If you have the guts, go find those who scolded you, and don't even touch our little deer."

"Pure brain deadbeat! From beginning to end, it was the readers who praised Xiaolu's writing, and you were the one who came up to him and asked for criticism. You can even blame him for that."

……

There are not many people, but they are very powerful.

The author doesn't have many die-hard fans to begin with, and this group of people has already started to take over the comment section.

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