People in Tokyo, the world is clear

"However, I'm still a bit far from the true orthodox mystery. So, my thoughts are probably just a reference. However... I recently heard from a few friends that there seems to be a discussion among critics about whether orthodox mystery should change. I think there is a work..."

"Island of Mourning?" Lin Sen interjected at the right moment. "It was rejected by the 1984 Ranpo Prize. I heard it's undergoing major revisions this year and will be published under a different name."

"Indeed," Akagawa nodded. "There's been a huge debate in the industry lately. There's even some discussion about whether the lack of influential bestsellers in the genre of orthodox school of thought has become a remnant of a bygone era. Conversely, the so-called New Orthodox school, championed by author Shimada, has seen significant commercial success in recent years. The focus is on whether orthodox school of thought is no longer relevant to the times, and whether the emphasis it has long held in award judging must change accordingly."

Ultimately, the essence of story is interesting.

The brilliant and wonderful tricks with heavy social implications are obviously not so popular among the current young readers. In the field of reasoning, the new generation of readers are tired of holding intriguing basic clues, following the protagonist to interpret the case in a disciplined manner, and finally turning to a model of grand and empty humanistic care.

To put it bluntly, when the reasoning becomes complex to a certain extent, what is the difference between it and science questions?

Generation after generation of masters of orthodox writing have produced volume after volume, almost squeezing out all the interesting tricks and routines.

Most people can no longer derive pleasure and enjoyment from simply reasoning and solving cases - instead, they are more concerned with the excitement that the story brings in other aspects.

It is a departure from the traditional closed space puzzle and is transformed into a mystery that is obviously not rigorously realistic, but is quite gorgeous, such as the train disappearing while moving and the dead people running.

It's how beautiful and cute the female characters in sailor suits are, and the novelty of them accidentally finding the key clues to the case by chance.

It is the joy, anger, sorrow, and human nature behind the mystery.

In this regard, the present and the future are similar - in another future world, what "Detective Conan" fans are talking about enthusiastically is not the ingenuity of the case puzzles and the rigor of the reasoning process.

Rather, it is the story of the young man Masashi who avenged his father, the specific duration of Lao Baigan's random changes in size, and the endless debate over which pair is the more successful Conan and Ai or Shinran - should we exclude all these people from the ranks of mystery enthusiasts?

In essence, detective fiction has developed to the point where the puzzle itself just needs to be acceptable.

The novel props that appear in the puzzle and the interpersonal conflicts behind the puzzle are the key factors affecting sales.

Higashino's dilemma at this stage was that he was obsessed with the sophistication of the trick and ignored other aspects.

In other words, he hasn't figured out how to make breakthroughs in other areas, so he can only continue to stick to the field he is most familiar with since his debut.

However, such efforts did not significantly help sales.

To the point that I even began to doubt the halo of being the winner of the Ranpo Award.

"to be honest."

Lin Sen sighed, patted Dong Ye's shoulder, and handed him a piece of watermelon. "I discussed a point with my editor a while ago: most readers don't really care about the overall beauty of a story. The emotion and novelty between the words are the good gimmicks that can be used to achieve commercial success."

"...your home?"

"Look, this is a live example!"

Lin Sen clapped his hands in delight at Dong Ye's focus. "I just said a lot of things, but Senior Dong Ye's first reaction was to focus on the relationship between my editor and me."

"..."

So, while Higashino-kun was stunned when he finally realized what was happening, the other two best-selling authors who were present looked at each other and laughed at the same time.

"What a coincidence. Akagawa-san is very popular among young readers, and my readership seems to be mostly college students. Higashino-san's original style was profound and orthodox reasoning. From youth, young adulthood, to middle and late adulthood..."

Lin Sen raised his finger:

"In other words, if we form an alliance, we can clearly plan the lives of our readers."

The interesting statement once again made the slightly plump Akagawa squint his eyes in amusement:

"Then let's all work together towards this goal."

So, with the help of a socially anxious person, a small group of three writers seemed to be formed in this way of instant acquaintance.

And, in this lightness that gradually condenses.

Lin Sen thought of a name that he had kept in his heart:

It's about the thief who stole other people's works and brought trouble to Dongye, who was next to him.

His name is Robin Jiro.

In other words...it's time to settle that old score.

Otherwise, the belief that "literature cannot be desecrated in this way" upheld by a certain lovely bird in his family will continue to be let down by him.

Chapter 101 Early Marriage, Late Love

"So, this is why Mr. Koubuzhiyan announced his marriage to his colleagues without consulting them?"

Soon after the writers' group was formally formed, Lin Sen was inevitably held accountable at Sasakawa's house during dinner time.

But in this regard, there is absolutely no disadvantage in being tried.

He just bent over the table in the living room and began to write while explaining softly:

"In our subsequent conversation, we mentioned how my book went from being ignored to a hot seller."

"then?"

"As a contributor to the same publishing house, I have to explain to Mr. Dongye how I was able to receive so much publicity resources when I was still relatively unknown."

Putting aside the newly completed paragraph, Lin Sen looked up at the woman who was staring at him with a cold face.

She seemed to have an impatient expression.

But if you look closely, you can see that there is a kind of attitude of listening with ears perked up and a little expectation hidden in it.

She vaguely wanted to hear the good words that were obviously related to her afterwards - of course, the bird's mouth could not spit out the ivory carved in its heart in front of her.

But after spending a long time with her, I could already half-guess some of her inner thoughts.

He stood up and walked around behind her with a look of rejection on her face and in her movements. When she raised her hands to resist him in disgust, he reached out and grabbed her wrists and leaned over behind her.

"But, you know, if things like this aren't handled properly, it's likely to cause resentment. Think about it, even though Higashino-senpai, a Ranpo Prize winner, had his debut work adapted into a film, he still didn't get the chance to hold a book signing at a major bookstore like I do."

"There is indeed a part of human nature that is willing to share suffering and not let me suffer for you."

"Yeah. I was thinking, we're all new here, why am I the only one with such great resources from the start? If I don't give a good explanation, it might just become a thorn in our side. It might even make it difficult for me to get along with Higashino-senpai anymore."

"I'm really looking forward to seeing Mu Ne-jun being abandoned by his friends and family."

"How can I get what you want, you stubborn fool?"

"Tsk."

She was in his arms and struggled with pretended disgust.

However, after a short silence, he seemed to be unable to bear it any longer and took the initiative to ask:

"So, how did you come up with a convincing explanation?"

"It's very simple."

Lin Sen shrugged.

Then, with someone squinting his eyes and humming in fake disgust, he pressed his face against her cheek, which was gradually getting hot and red.

"It's only natural, to some extent, for a beautiful editor-in-chief who has always been devoted to her husband to proactively strive for opportunities for him, isn't it? Therefore, morally, the criticism she faces will be greatly reduced. At least, even Higashino-san thinks this action is natural. His first reaction was to praise me for having such a wonderful wife and express his envy."

"Have you ever used your habit of telling lies to others without feeling any guilt?"

Sasagawa Rio sternly rebuked, "Back then, it was completely different. My attitude towards Mosquito-kun was simply dislike. My admiration for you was simply your literary qualities. After learning of your gambling addiction, I kept my distance from you."

"Hmm~ Was it completely different back then? So, does that mean it's all love now?"

"..."

When Flamingo was caught in a language loophole that he hadn't consciously kept, he fell into a brief daze.

After finally reacting, his face immediately turned redder and he opened his mouth to try to muster some words to explain.

But there was no such opportunity the next moment.

Because, the hands that were holding her wrists suddenly came up and wrapped around her neck.

It was a familiar tender gesture I had experienced before—

The moment my cheek and lips touched, the sound of my heartbeat got stuck in my throat, preventing any words from coming out.

"!"

"I heard an interesting saying. It goes like this: women are really smart, but they become stupid when they fall in love. I think this description fits you very well."

"...whispering sound!"

This time, someone who always had an iron beak unexpectedly did not deny it.

Perhaps, she was no longer able to take this instinctive reaction into consideration at this moment - in her daze, her body was hugged horizontally and transferred from the living room to the bedroom.

Carefully lower yourself onto the bed and return to a sitting position.

"But seriously, I have some ideas that you could share with me, Rimei."

"Well..."

Sasagawa Rimei had anticipated that when it came time to actually do it, someone would show some ugly impatience.

At that time, you can put on a righteous expression and exert some pressure to force him to shame himself - this way, you can get some satisfaction from taking the initiative.

For some reason, she developed a strange competitive spirit in this matter.

No, it seems too humble.

But the actual situation was that the development of the matter was completely beyond her expectations.

The closer it seems to be to the final step, the more gentlemanly and upright someone appears.

He pretended to lean against her, only pressing the adjacent palm against hers.

Then, he looked over with a smile, her shadow reflected in his eyes.

He looks like a gentle, humble and sophisticated man.

Guan Ruo's Liu Xiahui-like attitude towards her had always been there.

What a big-tailed wolf...

Sasagawa Rie tried hard to complain in her mind.

Yet, the fact that he was being watched filled his body with a considerable sense of pleasure. He even felt a slight tingle of warmth, as if foreboding.

Really. They haven't taken any concrete action yet. In the end, I'm already like a woman...

Some sense of shame.

So much so that even though I deliberately turned my head away and didn't face that expression, my peripheral vision was almost completely occupied by his smile and figure.

Trying your best to suppress the hum of relief that threatened to burst out of your throat, you listened to him continue speaking;

"I remember you agreed with something I said before. That is, choosing to love someone doesn't necessarily have a good outcome. In the end, the result might not be better than the long night of loneliness."

"...I still hold this view."

"It seems that I am so charming that you have lost your mind and are desperate?"

"...this foolish self-confidence of Mr. Self-Goodness sometimes has a sense of humor."

"After all, that self-deprecating freak keeps nagging me about how unattractive he is. In this situation, he must feel like he's got a lot of charm."

"It really takes a shameless genius to master the art of striking a snake with a stick."

"right."

The man next to him suddenly slowed down his voice.

Then, he smiled and sighed with relief.

"However, I have always acknowledged my shamelessness. After all, breaking my own rules of not loving is a fact."

"..."

"But sometimes I feel sad. I always thought I'd stay single, but I didn't expect to get married early. I never expected that my wife, who I thought was just a nominal partner for profit, would actually..."

"...Does it bother you?"

Flamingo couldn't help but ask.

At this point, she no longer dared to observe the expressions of people around her.

Just lower your head and clench your fingers.

Suddenly I had an urge to understand his inner thoughts clearly.

How does he really see me? Is there another reason or consideration behind his decision to respond to my feelings?

All along, the confusion and anxiety in the entanglement will eventually accumulate deep in the heart.