I am a master of light novels in Japan

Shiina was silent, and when she was urged like this by the reader, she finally answered her arrangement.

——Mr. Xiu will survive.

"Oh oh oh oh!"

The host was moved. He wiped his sweat and said with a wry smile: "It's really great, Teacher Qingshan, I'm actually the one who stood by the CP."

He quickly changed the subject and asked: "A reader has always liked your work, Mr. Qingshan, although your work violates the principle that the detective series cannot write supernatural, but the reasoning is also quite technical. , So, what opportunity did Teacher Qingshan create this work because of?"

Zhenbai hesitated for a while, and soon she said to the microphone: "I painted it because I was acting with Holmes."

——Holmes!Sure enough, Aoyama-teacher, you really like Mr. Sherlock in "Holmes", you are interested in creating this work after reading this British book!?

The host said excitedly.

——[No.

Suddenly, even the host around him was dumbfounded, Zhen Bai shook his head slightly, denying this statement.

——[Hey, no, but you didn’t mean it was because of Holmes...]

——I thought of this story when I acted with Holmes.

Shiina Mashiro said, "Holmes taught me to create stories like this."

The host was stunned, he seemed to understand, and hurriedly asked.

——Wait a minute, wait a minute... Aoyama-sensei means, have you ever seen the genuine Mr. Holmes!?

This was undoubtedly an explosive development, and the barrage suddenly increased once again, and the program effect was greatly improved.

"Yes."

Really admitted it.

The young two-dimensional host couldn’t help but smile, and said, “I’m sorry, Qingshan-teacher, as far as I know, Holmes is just a character in a novel. Does he really exist? If he exists, what is he like? Where's the person?"

For a moment, the atmosphere cooled down.

Shiina really white, was asked about this one that is not a manga...

on the other hand.

Li Yan chased the kitten and hurried to the street.

Just as he was chasing, on the edge of a quiet urban street, under an emerald green tree, he saw Wiggins trembling there.

"Huh, I finally found it."

Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief, and walked up without a word.

Unexpectedly, when Li Yan only had kittens in his eyes, he accidentally collided with someone. He stood firm, but the soft body fell to the ground and made a painful sound. .

"Sorry, are you okay..."

Seeing this, Li Yan quickly apologized and asked.

However, at this moment, Li Yan's expression changed slightly when he saw the two people in front of him.

In the live broadcast room, Zhenbai at the moment answered this question from the host.

——If I can get rid of Moriarty’s scourge for society, then I would rather end my detective career.I can say that I have not wasted this life at all.If the journey of my life ends to tonight, I can also see death as home with a clear conscience.Thanks to my presence, the air in London is fresh.In more than a thousand cases I have handled, I believe that I have never used my power in the wrong place.

——[I think this is the line that best represents Holmes.

——Holmes has never used his power in the wrong direction.

Shiina Masashi said slowly, this real voice moved the host, the audience, whether it was the host, the audience, the editors, Nanami and Rita, and the old man on the roadside.

——I have been following Holmes, just watching him never use his power in vain...I know, he is my moonlight mentor.

...

"Hello, Sherlocks."

The one who fell was a petite, but very cute European girl, and the one who greeted Li Yan was an old man who seemed to be familiar with each other. This old man looked like a professor at the Magic Academy, full of grace. And mystery.

Li Yan remembered. He seemed to have seen this old grandfather at the British Museum during his freshman year. He has a deep memory...

Volume Seventeen Supplementary Volume·Fanwai Pure White The Finale

At noon, Room 605 of Yiyuan Apartment.

"True white grandpa!"

A surprised voice came out from Qi Hai's mouth.

In this apartment building, after seeing the two Europeans, Aoyama Qihai became frightened, especially this old grandfather. She was the only person who had been close to Zhen Bai who had not seen her grandfather.

"Yes, girl."

An old man with a pure London accent, with old age and deep magnetism. Just hearing such a voice feels an old man with indescribable style and charm. The wrinkles on his face seem to be blown by the wind. The black clothes and hat on his body made him look more like an old hunter walking in the virgin forest. He was older than a few years ago, and his hair was paler.

The old man nodded and said with a smile on his face.

"Welcome... welcome..."

Qihai shuddered, she tried very hard to say the welcome speech, but she felt that if this sentence was said, the next conversation would be more awkward.

After all, the old man in front of her will be a figure that can be seen in history books in twenty years... As an ordinary person, can she not be nervous?

However, the true white grandfather was not as fascinating as Monet and Cezanne in the history books. After he met, he always expressed gratitude to Qi Hai for taking care of his granddaughter.

At noon today, when Li Yan was picking up a cat near the street outside, he accidentally ran into Grandpa Zhenbai who had come to Japan, and a young girl accompanying him.

In this coincidence, he took the two people to the apartment building where Zhen Bai lived. At door 605, Rita and Nanami, who were resting on Saturday, went out to greet them.

Li Yan noticed that Rita’s expression was heavy. He originally heard what Rita told him, but he didn’t feel the slightest joy at the meeting with his grandson, and even became a little worried. Now It even increased his worries.

"Teacher, and..."

Rita was very respectful to her true white grandfather. After screaming, she turned her head to the lovely European girl with long gray-black hair in purple dress, her expression was cold.

"Good afternoon, Rita."

This beautiful and lovely European girl smiled slightly, and said with a smile, not caring about Rita's face.

"Why did you come here?" Rita asked, seemingly unwelcome her.