Chapter 29 Even Japan! There are some plots that cannot be written!
The atmosphere that night was actually quite relaxed, as everyone was aware of Ranpo's departure. In fact, there is no sentimental feeling. The Armed Detective Agency is not far away and it is very convenient to travel there. There is a long-term cooperation between Sengenmaku and the Armed Detective Agency, so it is very easy to contact them.
The two people were doing their own things, and occasionally they talked to each other, but their conversations were all highly encrypted fragments. If they were written on paper, they would probably be too scattered to be understood. But after being together for a long time, we got used to this way of doing things.
Then, Edogawa Ranpo suddenly asked:
"Actually, besides writing mystery novels, do you have something else you want to do?"
Qian Jianmu's manuscript had been completed long ago and was placed on the other side of the table. He was writing a draft with his eyes downcast. This was the first time he wrote a draft before writing an article. Even for a detective novel, he would write it all out after a brief idea without any major revisions or rewrites.
After hearing his words, he thought for a moment and realized that there was no other meaning in this sentence, it was just a simple greeting. He couldn't help but frowned slightly and looked up at the boy.
The green-eyed boy was leaning against the window, holding a stack of newspapers. Edogawa often reads newspapers, but not for the information in them. No matter how vast the amount of information was, he could understand it at a glance. It was as if there was a photo storage system in his mind, and he could retrieve and use the captured information at any time.
Reading newspaper is like a game to him, and every word in the newspaper can be associated with a piece of news to him. From small things like the author's current life to big things like the direction of the country. If someone could have Edogawa Ranpo's perspective, he would find that the densely packed small print on the newspaper would all disappear and be simultaneously simplified into simple paragraphs. Each paragraph is a piece of news. If one must explain each word, several long pages of supplementary intelligence would be written.
When he was more bored, Edogawa Ranpo would observe the paper of the newspaper, the thickness of the ink, the subtle changes in the layout, and even the frequency of advertising calls.
During the boring and painful time after he left the police academy, he even practiced his ability to count the number of fonts in a newspaper in the shortest possible time. Within a dozen seconds to a minute, he counted all the fonts in the newspaper and integrated them in his mind, being able to accurately count how many hiragana and katakana there were, and even how many periods there were.
To him, newspapers are a bit like a tired cat toy to a cat. There is no need to play with it, but when I am bored, I will go over and play with it.
Living in a world that is so abnormal and weird to him, immersed in the poison called boredom that can be seen through at a glance, this is the only way he can try to save himself.
“There are many, but now I just have to write more works.”
"Oh, then remember to show it to Lord Ranpo." Edogawa Ranpo nodded, and even at this moment, he did not show any abnormality. But suddenly, in a quiet moment, he asked abruptly.
"Your special ability was given to you by something, right?"
It was a spine-chilling horror. Qian Jianmu never said any information about Zero, and most of the time he didn't even use Zero. But the boy guessed something accurately and said it softly in a very casual tone.
It was as if his body was pierced through, and he felt as if a cold wind had blown through him. This feeling was frightening and even the source of Ranpo's exclusion, but it made Chibamaku laugh happily in a low voice.
The unreserved communication on the familiar soul level was as real as being naked before God. This is probably the reason why Sengenmaku likes Edogawa Ranpo.
Chigenmaku raised his eyes and looked at Edogawa Ranpo, with a smile in his words.
"It was just given to something that was of no use."
Ranpo sat up straight, took two steps forward, and knelt beside him.
"What do you want to do next?"
"Maybe I should keep writing, and then find someone with special abilities who can separate special abilities."
Sengenmaku rarely hid anything from Edogawa Ranpo, and he was always more indulgent. In fact, he rarely hides anything from anyone. He will tell you anything if you ask him. But precisely because he always tells you, usually no one asks.
Besides, there would be no point in hiding anything from Edogawa Ranpo.
"So you really want to make your abilities independent?" The young man suddenly realized something inexplicably, and he suddenly laughed to himself. Lying on the table, the blue sky is reflected in her emerald eyes. The long and thick eyelashes are like a screen, completely blocking out the emotions.
They were silent for a moment. Just as Qian Jianmu was about to pick up the pen again, the young man with a cold gaze suddenly asked in a quiet and clear voice:
"What color are your eyes originally?"
Qian Jianmu suddenly raised his eyes and looked at the boy, just in time to meet the boy's calm and incredible gaze. The young man looked at him and gave a faint smile.
"Next, can I choose the eyes?"
The carefree boy said it calmly, seemingly innocently.
If there is a manifestation of miracles in this world, and if this manifestation of miracles in this world has its own name, it would probably be called Edogawa Ranpo.
Sighing in his heart, Qian Jianmu smiled and raised his hand to cover his left eye. “Look, it’s this color.”
It was a clear and beautiful golden color, like gilded gold, incredibly soft and beautiful. The color of her eyes is light, but they have a holy warmth. If you were stared at by such eyes, you would probably feel the warmth and happiness as if you were being watched by God.
"It is indeed gold, a very beautiful color." The young man looked at him quietly with admiration in his eyes.
It's really amazing that, except for machines, no one has noticed the abnormality of his eyes so far. Qian Jianmu couldn't help but smile in appreciation and joy. He blinked and asked softly:
"How did you find out?"
"It's the iris." Ranpo smiled and said softly, "Everyone has a unique iris pattern in the world, and the iris patterns of each person's two eyes are basically similar. I have observed for a long time, Mu Jun, your two eyes have two completely different irises, which is a phenomenon that rarely appears in the same person."
"Ah, is that so? Indeed, these are not my eyes." Qian Jianmu admitted frankly.
It was a parting gift exchanged between girls before leaving.
They took one of each other's eyes, because he had already accepted Caroline's energy at that time. Although it caused strong rejection, the eye still remained in his eye socket.
But the girl couldn't keep her eyes away. She could only look at him with her dark eyes, and then completely merge his eyes into her body.
Come to think of it, that was quite a long time ago.
The study of the iris was a topic that had long been eliminated in the Qianjianmu world. After all, the iris was not impossible to imitate, and eye surgery was not uncommon. In Qian Jianmu's memory, the special features of the iris were only briefly mentioned, and there was really no need to talk about it separately. This aspect is really his blind spot in knowledge.
"Yeah, that's it." Edogawa Ranpo nodded, and he said softly: "So next time, choose the eyes."
"Doesn't red look good?" Qian Jianmu moved his palm, covering the bright, soft and dazzling one like gilded gold, revealing the bloody and dark left eye that looked like a blood hole on the other side.
It was not originally such a color. In fact, it was a bright and beautiful red, flashing with an incredible pink glow. It was a color soaked in blood and love.
But inside his body, because there was not enough love to moisten it, it had completely dried up and turned into a dark bloody hole.
Edogawa Ranpo looked at him quietly and suddenly smiled. His pretty face, which had not yet lost its childishness, and his slightly upturned short hair, made him look like a cute kitten.
“It doesn’t look good.”
But the tone is super cold!
"Actually, it's a very beautiful eye, but I don't have the conditions to make it beautiful." Shaking his head helplessly, Qian Jianmu said softly, "It's not that I'm attached to the ability it brings, but now that things have come to this, I just want to let it rest without destroying it."
"So you have your own abilities? What kind of abilities are they?" the boy asked curiously.
“It’s pain.”
Humans like pain.
It can range from consuming spicy substances to causing pain that can cause a person to die tragically. Human beings' pursuit and fear of pain are always conserved.
Life is not all about absolute happiness. Endless comfort will blur the sense of existence. The saddest thing about human beings is that they have to be hurt at any time in order to realize the meaning of life.
Only by existing in pain can one be alive.
That's the truth.
"Love and pain, so that's how you understand it." Ranpo came over and looked at the papers on his desk.
The paper spread out on the table was written in smooth and beautiful handwriting.
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She sat in the dark, holding the black 'queen' chess piece, and suddenly looked up and asked me:
"What do you think is the relationship between love and pain?"
I said:
"Love and pain. Loving is painful, and not loving is also painful."
She laughed.
"Yes, yes, we are all slaves to love and pain."
She dropped the chess piece, sending up a cloud of dust. Then he smiled and looked at me with his red eyes. What a beautiful pair of eyes they are, as if flowing with strong love, those eyes full of love are almost flowing with sweet honey.
Only now did I truly see her appearance: fair skin, long eyelashes, small nose, and bright red lips. Looking down again, you can see the not-so-obvious Adam's apple on your neck. This discovery surprised me even more. I looked at the exquisite and incredible Adam's apple, my mind was in a mess and I was speechless for a while.
'She' looked at me, looking at me quietly.
"But that's just what you heard from others. From the moment you came here and the second I saw you, I knew that you were a person without love. In your world, love and pain clearly don't exist, right?"
'She' was right, I am a 'pain-free' patient.
But my symptoms are not only physical, but also psychological. I am absolutely unable to feel pain or love.
"Since you already understand the essence of love and pain, let me let you experience it. When you learn what it is, it will be time for you to leave."
The black-legged spider, which has no gender but is immersed in deep love and pain, casts a loving look at me.
For me, that memory is so vague that I can't even tell whether it was an illusion or an absurd dream. But whenever I recall that look in the dead of night, I seem to feel a deep pain. Even today, the pain still burns in my heart like a flame, causing a dull burning pain in my dry throat...
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——Selected chapters from the preface of Love and Pain
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"Eh... another literary work?" Ranpo stretched out his voice and moved closer to him to get close to him.
Um……
"...Actually, this is a romance novel..." Qian Jianmu said slowly.
"…You write romance novels? Is that true?" Edogawa Ranpo stared at him with wide eyes. After a while, the look in his eyes gradually changed and became strange.
"So this is your view on love... If you write it like this... ah, never mind, maybe someone will like it..."
Edogawa Ranpo spoke hesitantly. He looked at the Sengenmaku and then at the manuscript.
"...You know that even in Japan, certain aspects cannot appear in the manuscript, right?"
Sengenmaku's expression slightly condensed, and he looked at Edogawa Ranpo cautiously.
“…Which steps?”
Don't you just not understand at all? ! ! !
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