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

He originally wanted to say, 'How can you, a rich lady, someone who has never experienced social beatings at all, write a detective novel?'

But you must not say it directly when you say it. After all, you can eat someone else's house, so you quickly change your words: "You...a girl, isn't suitable for this type."

Li Huan also pursed her lips a little distressed: "I know it's difficult to write, but I like to read detective novels, so I keep trying."

Zhou Yan recalled the books in this girl's study for a moment. Now when he thinks about the titles of the books, it seems that they are really all detective novels.

Hiss... I read so many detective novels, and it is really hard for you to maintain that kindness that is stupid and kindness now... No wonder you can't write a satisfactory work.

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

Li Huan raised her head: "emmm...I have seen this statement online, but I don't agree with it. I think I can see a kind side in every book."

"How can you tell that you are kind-hearted? There are dead people who are framed and framed at any time. How are you kind-hearted?!" Zhou Yan shouted in his heart.

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 those detectives took the initiative to step into the darkness in order to bring light to the world..."

As she said that, she seemed to have recalled something, and a smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Oh~" Zhou Yan sighed, whatever, the little girl is in her twenties, and it's no big deal to be a 20-minute digit, just grow up.

"Who do you like the most? Agatha? Conan Doyle? Or someone else?" Zhou Yan asked along this way. In fact, he didn't know much about who detective novelists are, but living in someone's house and chatting is a basic etiquette.

However...a bit unexpected...

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

Zhou Yan was stunned and thought, no, Agatha, that detective novel queen, I, a layman, have heard of her old name, you, a detective fan, don’t you know?

But before Zhou Yan could finish being surprised...

"Also, who is Conan Doyle?"

Now, Zhou Yan was completely stunned... and thought to himself: "What's wrong! What's wrong with this! "

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

Li Huan shook her head: "I haven't heard of it. Is he a detective novelist?"

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

"Yes, Sherlock is naturally a famous detective who knows it all over the world. The basic interpretation method is at its peak." Li Huan said, with a faint admiration in his eyes: "So, what do you mean by asking?"

Zhou Yan still didn't answer because he seemed to realize something.

There is no Conan Doyle in this world, but people know Sherlock Holmes?????

Could it be...

"Ask a rude question... Sherlock Holmes is a real person." He asked carefully.

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

"Haha, stop joking with me, of course it's true... Even if you don't want to know other detectives, you won't know Sherlock."

Zhou Yan's head was buzzing, but he still nodded strongly: "Haha, yes, I won't joke next time..."

Actually, at this moment, his heart was roaring: "Damn, what! There is really a person like Holmes in this world!!!"

......

......

Zhou Yan was shocked by this worldview and it took him a while to recover.

"Stay steady, keep calm, it's just that the detectives in the novel are actually there. They are much better than the worldview of humans being ruled by creatures in other worlds and flying swords in the sky."

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

Where did you talk just now?

Oh, yes, I talk about the issue of ‘writing detective novels’.

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

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

"emmm... I probably can't think of the case. In fact, I can still write a story simply, but I'm not smart enough to create a 'suspense' level." Li Huan replied.

"So that's it." Zhou Yan nodded: "Then I'll tell you a few stories, and you can try to find any inspiration..."

"Story?" Li Huan was puzzled.

"Yes, I can't really be a soft-hearted person here..."

Li Huan's face suddenly turned red. It was obvious that she had never regarded Zhou Yan's living in her house as a matter of business, let alone a soft meal.

But Zhou Yan is a seven-foot man, he will definitely care about it in his heart...

so:

"So, which story will we start with? emmm...have you heard of "No one survived"?"

......

"No one survives"

A work by Agatha Christie can even be said to be her best work.

It was this novel that established her status as the queen of detective novels overnight.

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

It sounds very ordinary, but this is because similar writing styles have been copied in the world before Zhou Yan's rebirth.

But when "No One Lives" was published, this writing was enough to shock every reader.

Zhou Yan leaned on the sofa and told the story with the memory of watching movies in his previous life... What made him very satisfied was that when the story finally came to an end, he saw Li Huan sitting on a chair with a shocked face.

Zhou Yan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, because the other party's expression was enough to show... Novels like "No one survived" have not been discovered in this world.

Actually, Zhou Yan didn’t know that detective novels in this world are considered a very niche category. The specific reason should be that detectives in this world are a very well-known profession, or it may be for some other reason, no matter what.

Anyway, unless you write a particularly good work, detective novelists are really scarce.

I don’t know why Li Huan is taking this path...

But it's okay, the world of rich people, you don't need to understand~

......

In the next few hours, Zhou Yan slightly experienced what it was like to have a "little fan".

"Did you handle this case before?" she asked with her eyes shining.

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

"Impossible!" Li Huan didn't believe it. After all, she has read many novels. How could such stories with strange plots be compiled casually?

Zhou Yan also shook his head, and hesitated for a while: "It's really not the case I handled... Alas, I'm not hiding it to you, I've been lying to you before, I'm not a detective at all."

Now that the money has been obtained and the matter has passed, Zhou Yan feels that he will not be able to maintain this lie anymore.

But......

"What?" Li Huan was stunned: "Are you 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 for a while.

"Also, how did you learn about the scammer's information without leaving your home?"

"emmmmm..." Zhou Yan was speechless again.

"Then how did you find the transaction location and then let the scammers fall into the trap."

"..." Zhou Yan was also very uncomfortable. He didn't expect that it would be so difficult for him to take the initiative to expose his lies.

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

"Haha, who are you lying to?"
Chapter completed!