Detective Training Manual

Chapter 40: I'm really not a detective! ! ! ! !

　　 "Huh?" Zhou Yan was stunned: "Detective novel? No, you..."

　　 He originally wanted to say, ‘you eldest lady of a wealthy family, someone who has never experienced a bit of social beating, how can you write detective novels? ’

　　 But you can’t say it directly when it comes to your lips. After all, people who eat and live in other people’s homes should change their words quickly: "You...a girl, don't fit this type."

　　 Li Huan was also a bit distressed and squashed his mouth: "I also know that it is difficult to write, but I like to read detective novels, so I have been trying."

　　 Zhou Yan recalled the books in this girl's study. Now when I think about the titles, it seems that they are really detective novels.

　　 hiss...Reading so many detective novels, you can still maintain that kind of silly kindness, and it's really hard for you... No wonder you can't write satisfactory works.

　　 "You are too kind, and your heart for writing detective novels is dark." He tried to remind.

　　 Li Huan raised his head: "emmm...I have seen this statement on the Internet, but I don't agree with it. I think I can see the kindness in every book."

　　 "How do you see the kindness, where the dead are divided up and framed at every turn, how kind is it?!" Zhou Yan cried inwardly.

Li Huan continued: "Although the story in the book is very dark, I can feel that there is light in the deepest part of the text, because the detectives took the initiative to step into the darkness to bring light to the world... "

　　 As she said, she seemed to remember something, and a smile appeared at the corner of her mouth.

　　 "Hey~" Zhou Yan sighed. Whatever, the little girl is in her twenties, and she's not a big deal in second two, she'll be fine when she grows up.

"Which book do you like the most, Agatha? Conan Doyle? Or something else?" Zhou Yan asked along this path. In fact, he didn't know who the detective novelists were, but he lived there. At home, chatting can be regarded as basic etiquette.

　　 However...somewhat unexpectedly...

　　 "Agatha, who is it?" Li Huan frowned and asked.

　　 Zhou Yan was taken aback, thinking, no, Agatha, what kind of detective novel queen, I've heard of her old name by a layman, but you a detective fan don't even know?

　　 But I haven't waited for Zhou Yan to be surprised...

　　 "Also, who is Conan Doyle?"

　　 Now, Zhou Yan is really completely stunned....He said in his heart: "Something is wrong! It's not right! This **** thing is wrong!"

　　 "Don't you know Conan Doyle?" Zhou Yan asked immediately.

　　 Li Huan shook his head: "I haven't heard of it, is he a detective novelist?"

　　 "But you...didn't you mention Sherlock Holmes before?" Zhou Yan did not answer, but asked directly.

"Yes, Sherlock is naturally known all over the world, and he is basically a famous detective with the highest level of deduction." Li Huan said, with a faint adoration in his eyes: "So, what do you mean by that? ?"

　　 Zhou Yan still did not answer, because he seemed to realize something.

　　 There is no Conan Doyle in this world, but everyone knows Sherlock Holmes? ? ? ? ?

Could it be that......

　　 "I take the liberty to ask... Sherlock Holmes is a real person, right?" He asked cautiously.

　　 Li Huan looked at Zhou Yan's nervous expression and couldn't help but laughed.

　　 "Haha, stop joking with me, of course it's true... Even if you don't want to learn about other detectives, you will never know Sherlock."

　　 Zhou Yan's head was buzzing, but he nodded firmly: "Haha, yes, I won't be kidding next time..."

　　 In fact, at this moment, his heart is roaring: "Fuck, what! There really is a man like Sherlock Holmes in this world!!"

　　......

　　 Zhou Yan was shocked by this worldview, and it took a long time to get over.

　　 "Stay steady, hold steady, it's just that the detectives in the novel actually exist. Compared to human beings ruled by alien creatures, the worldview of flying swords in the sky is much stronger."

　　 He kept telling himself in his heart, and then forcibly dragged his thoughts back to the present.

　　 Where did you talk?

　　 Oh, yes, yes, I talked about writing a detective story.

　　 "Ahem." Zhou Yan cleared his throat, trying not to let the other party discover his surprise just now.

　　 "By the way, what is the main reason why you can't write a detective novel?" he asked.

"Emmm... shouldn't think of the case. In fact, let me simply write a story, I can still, but it is not smart enough to achieve the level of'suspense'." Li Huan replied Tao.

　　 "So that's the case." Zhou Yan nodded: "Then I will tell you a few stories. Try to find out what inspiration..."

　　 "Story?" Li Huan was puzzled.

　　 "Yes, eat yours here, live yours, I can't really be a soft meal..."

　　 Li Huan's face suddenly reddened. Obviously, she had never taken Zhou Yan living in her own home seriously, let alone eating soft meals.

　　 But Zhou Yan is a man of seven feet, he will definitely care about it...

and so:

　　 "Then, which story do you start with? Emmm...Have you heard of "No Life"?"

　　......

　　 "No Survival"

　　 Agatha Christie's work is even her best work.

　　 is this novel, which established her status as the queen of detective novels overnight.

The story told by 　　 is very easy to summarize. It is probably a group of people invited to an isolated island, and then die one after another according to the nursery rhyme, the murderer is among them...

　　 sounds very common, but this is because similar writings had been copied in the world before Zhou Yan was reborn.

　　 At the time "No Life Left" came out, this kind of writing was enough to shock every reader.

Zhou Yan leaned on the sofa, relied on his memories of watching movies in his previous life, added fuel and jealousy, and told the story... and to his satisfaction, when the story finally came to an end, he saw sitting On the chair, Li Huan was shocked.

　　 Zhou Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because the other's expression was enough to explain... Novels like "No Life Survival" have not been unearthed in this world.

　　 In fact, Zhou Yan didn't know that the detective novels in this world are a very niche category. The specific reason should be because the detective in this world is a very powerful profession, it may be other reasons, let him.

　　 Anyway, unless it is a particularly well-written work, detective novelists are really scarce.

　　 I don’t know why Li Huan is going this way...

　　 But just let her, the world of the rich, don’t understand~

　　......

　　 In the next few hours, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Zhou Yan can be regarded as a little bit of a taste of what it is like to have a ‘Little Mimei’.

　　 "This case... did you handle it before?" She asked with bright eyes.

　　 "Uh...No, it's just a story." Zhou Yan said.

　　 "Impossible!" Li Huan simply didn't believe it. After all, she can be regarded as someone who has read a lot of novels. How could such a story with a peculiar plot be made up casually.

Zhou Yan also shook his head. He hesitated for a while: "It's really not the case that I did...Hey, I'll tell you, I lied to you before. I'm not a detective at all. "

　　 Now the money is in hand, and the matter is over, so Zhou Yan feels that there is no need to maintain this lie.

　　 But...

　　 "What?" Li Huan was taken aback: "You are not a detective?"

　　 "No."

　　 "Come on, then how do you know the phone numbers of the old lady's son and the liar?"

　　 "This..." Zhou Yan didn't know how to explain it for a while.

　　 "Also, how did you learn about scammers without leaving home?"

　　 "emmmm..." Zhou Yan was speechless again.

　　 "Then how did you find out the location of the transaction, and then let the scammer snare himself."

　　 "..." Zhou Yan is also very uncomfortable. I didn't expect that it would be so difficult for me to take the initiative to expose a lie.

　　 "But I'm really not a detective!" Zhou Yan said sadly.

　　 "Hehe, who are you lie to?"