Write well, don't fight

In a small bookstore, the wooden bookshelves have been wiped spotless, and irregular circular traces quietly rest on the textured surface of the wood.The old man behind the counter sat on a chair and slowly flipped through the pages of the book. On the table was a cup of green tea that looked like a green lake.Books of different thicknesses, wrapped in brown-red or gray-black or other-colored covers, stand quietly among the bookshelves, waiting for readers to open them.

The guests shuttled among the bookshelves, looking for their favorite books. The slight creaking sound of the wooden boards, the whirling sound of the fan, and the subtle sound of flipping the pages of the book with their fingers together constitute the only melody in the bookstore this summer afternoon. .

Wei Xia scanned the books on the bookshelf with her eyes. This is one of her long-term residences. This is a paradise of knowledge and an ocean of literature. She is like a sponge that does not know how to restrain herself, eagerly looking for the literature she wants.

"Mr. Akutagawa's, Mr. Nakajima's, Mr. Izumi Kyoka's, Mr. Nakahara's, Mr. Mori's, Miss Margaret's, Mr. Fitzgerald's... Ah! That is!"

Weisha was staring at a book wrapped in a dark brown cover on the second shelf, the name in gold on the spine of the book was reflected in his shiny eyes: Edgar Allan Poe

"Is there a book by Mr. Edgar Allan Poe?!" Wei Xia became excited, and she focused on the book, as if the best food was waving to her.

Standing on tiptoe, with her arms stretched out, the girl carefully guarded the selected book with one hand, while trying to reach the book with her eyes open.

It's a pity that no matter how hard she tried to reach out, her fingers were still a few centimeters away from the book. Wei Xia puffed up, thinking about finding a ladder first, when a magnified book suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

Weisha looked up in surprise. The eyes of the young man in a black coat, white shirt and brown vest were blocked by his bangs. There was a raccoon lying on his shoulder, staring at her with those round eyes.

"Eh? Is it for me?" Wei Xia asked hesitantly. The young man nodded silently. Eyes stared at the young man who helped her.

"Thank you, sir."

The young man nodded, pointed at the book, and said in a low voice, "Like it?"

Wei Xia bent his eyes: "Of course, I like it very much! This is the work of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe. I once thought that it could not be bought in Japan!"

The young man's cheeks quietly crept up a touch of light pink, and the raccoon on his shoulder rubbed his face with its tail.

Wei Xia took the book contentedly, brushed the gilded name carefully, and muttered in a low voice: "This way, I can also show Mr. Ranbu to have a look."

The pupils of the young man's eyes that were hidden under the bangs suddenly lit up for a while.

Wei Xia blinked, suddenly thought of something, and smiled at the young man: "Sir, it seems that you are also a person who loves literature. Would you like to visit our editorial office? There are so many writers! Ranpo-san, a mystery novelist like Mr.

This young man also seems to be a fan of Mr. Edgar Allan Poe!Wei Xia looked at the young man carefully, and there was a mysterious aura surrounding him. He looked like a literary youth just like her!

The young man nodded silently, and followed the jumping girl out of the bookstore.

The scene in the detective agency is still the same, but Miss Secretary and Miss Naomi, who has been pestering my brother all the time, are not here.Kunikida Doppo buried his head in the thick report as usual. A young man wearing a beret and a detective vest sat on the table, holding a blue glass bead in front of his eyes.

"Mina-san! I'm back!"

The voice of the familiar girl came, and everyone in the detective agency looked at the excited girl, and felt a strange feeling of familiarity for no reason. They watched the girl trot to the young man who was watching the world through the glass beads, and handed the book excitedly. to the other side.

Edogawa Ranpo still squinted his eyes, his eyes turned away from the glass beads, and moved to the young man who followed the girl.

The young man raised his head suddenly, his bangs parted to reveal his eyes, staring at the squinting detective, he spoke slowly.

"My generation, Edgar Allan Poe, belongs to the group, and come here to challenge Mr. Ranpo."

A word that stirred up Nanami Ike, Kunikida Doppo stood up abruptly, and the pen in his hand had already been placed on the ledger. A hatchet appeared in the hand of a black-haired woman wearing a golden butterfly hair ornament. Edogawa Ranpo's pair of The squinted eyes quietly opened a little.

Only the girl blinked dully, then clapped her hands suddenly, looking at the two with bright eyes.

"Ah! Mr. Edgar Allan Poe!" Wei Xia quickly turned his head to look at Ranpo, who was wearing a detective costume, and nodded with a smile, "Mr. Ranpo must be excited to jump up when he sees the idol he admires!"

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Edogawa opened his eyes suddenly, and clasped his hands in anger: "How can a famous detective worship others! The real detective is the world's top detective!"

Wei Xia tilted his head: "But, the Japanese pronunciation of Edogawa Ranpo is exactly the same as Mr. Edgar Allan Poe's name!"

"Doesn't this mean that Mr. Ranpo especially admires Mr. Edgar Allan Poe!"

Everyone in the detective agency: ... Oh? !

Edogawa jumped off the table in random steps, stared imposingly at the young man with the raccoon lying on his shoulders with his arms around him, and shouted angrily: "The real detective accepts your challenge!"

Poe touched the raccoon's back and said in a low voice, "We have been looking forward to this day for a long time."

Wei Xia was about to die happily. She covered her flushed cheeks and murmured softly: "I never thought I could see such a reasoning competition. I will die without regret!"

Ranpo Edogawa and Poe confront each other with great momentum, betting their reputation as detectives, there is only one No.1 in the reasoning world!

Wei Xia covered her face, her cheeks were flushed, and she quickly muttered: "The hypocrisy I use to achieve my personal goals, a hypocrisy that has filled my words and deeds for such a long period of time in my life, I put up with it only because I have a burning hope in my heart to realize those travel dreams I have cherished for so long."

"After adulthood, people will become secular and lose the unique sensitivity of teenagers. Like this, they will no longer be afraid. In fact, it is because they have lost the delicacy and sensitivity of teenagers. I don't feel lucky at all. I want to become more afraid. I want to be more terrified of the mundane, the ones that just make people laugh."

"The confrontation between the two great writers who wrote such a sentence is really heart-pounding and exciting!"

The paper was fluttering in the wind, and the two faced each other, holding a pen in their hands and sliding quickly on the paper. Their expressions were tense, their eyes were like flames, and their pens would produce works that could affect the world!

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"Yokohama Morning Post": Mr. Edgar Allan Poe from the United States and Mr. Edogawa Ranpo from Japan launched an astonishing reasoning contest. Their works have strange imaginations and show the crisis of human nature in reasoning novels with exaggerated and terrifying plots. and complex.

This confrontation of mystery novels collides with fierce sparks on the battlefield of Eastern and Western literature. The two writers who bet on their reputation as detectives will bring us an ultimate feast of reasoning!Cheers, reasoning lovers, this is your long-awaited reasoning feast!

The author has something to say:

Ranpo/Poe: For the reputation of a detective, even if you gamble with both hands, you will not hesitate!