Ms. Moriarty wants to save Beika Town today too.

Listing Remarks + Rewards

This book will be on the shelves tomorrow. Although this is not the first time, my heart is still filled with anxiety and uneasiness, as well as lingering little expectations.

Before this book, I had three experiences of listing on Maozhai. You can see by clicking on my author page that only one of them was finally completed.

My dear readers may question my character.

Naturally, I also feel that completing the book is the only way to repay the paying readers.

The early fan fiction I wrote was a sudden inspiration, which originated from my admiration for Romeo Tanaka (Tanaka God). Some readers may have noticed that my author name is Romeo Tanaka (a poor imitation, I just wanted to write Orange). Due to lack of experience, it led to many problems (main abuse, poor rhythm, and plot collapse). Although I continued to fill it for a short period of time, I gave up in the end due to my level and energy.

The book "Endlessly Becoming Your Another World" was written because of my admiration and dissatisfaction with Iruma Rengen (a well-known orange writer).

The main dissatisfaction lies in the fact that the image of Edara Yo, the object arranged for Ms. Saeki, is too thin (due to limited length). Although I feel that I have put in a lot of effort, I am not a literary youth at the level of a literary youth and have become a literary youth. The whole process is full of daily life, which discourages many readers. Even after being serialized to one million pages, the average subscription is only 200.

Since I was heavily influenced by Japanese works, I originally wanted to write my third book in the style of a light novel, an original work of my own, a Japanese school fantasy like The Song of Insects. But at that time I had already graduated from college and was unemployed.

When there were only 500 favorites on the shelf and 20 first orders, I did back off, and even the originally smooth idea became painful.

Although I have always been a transparent little plop, the impact of the change in environment is much greater than I expected.

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So far, I haven't found a stable job.

I wanted to stay at home and make a living by writing, but I made almost no money, and even the concern of my relatives sounded like sarcasm.

I have also become a standard negative example (laughs).

Haha... I won’t say much negative energy, every family has its own problems.

This book is the one I have done best ever. For me, it is a turning point like the college entrance examination in the next few days, so I must grasp it.

I'm not being hypocritical, I really want to make money, and I want it so badly.

So I implore my readers to trust me once. This book will never be abandoned, and I will try my best to write it well.

I hope readers will support me, especially by placing the first order, which will give me hope like climbing a ladder.

Cheerful and positive.

I am greedy and want more posts and comments from Modo Modo. This will be of great help to me and will greatly improve my typing efficiency.

I am very happy to read the posts and read the comments from readers. It can be said that this is my greatest entertainment.

Thank you to all the readers who have supported me all the time. Thank you so much. You are my Jehovah (tears in my eyes).

Because I have a weak personality and am easily influenced, perhaps you can see a little bit of this in my writing?

(Lol).

To be honest, even though I have written more than 300 million words, my speed is still very slow. I often can only write a thousand words in an hour. I want to present content that satisfies me, so updating 4k every day is not very easy. But when I think about an opportunity to prove myself, I feel that I can sit in front of the computer longer.

Let’s talk about the content of this book.

It is easy to make Conan's theme too watery if it sticks to the original work, so I chose to start writing before the timeline and add as much content as possible to the book. Even after the plot begins, I also plan to do my best to change the case (with the intervention of the protagonist), and even write some content that was not originally in the original work.

Because he's named Moriarty!

However, for me, the plot is a weak point. If there are any problems, I hope readers can give me some advice, because I have never written and rarely read detective or mystery novels.

Although everyone says that Conan is a romance show (laughs), there are still many clever mechanisms in it (just not very easy to implement).

By the way.

The protagonist will not be whitewashed, nor will she become smaller. Her essence is chaotic and neutral. She can be good or evil, as long as her wishes and aesthetics are followed. In the early stage, Conan's identity is unknown (with the protagonist's eyesight, even if she feeds Conan medicine personally, she can't tell that he has become smaller, plus her voice has changed). She is destined to be like Rum, but she operates in the Beika Church (laughs).

Miss Winnet also wants to save Beika Town today!

Just concentrate all the sin on her (laughs).

He would come out from time to time to scare the original protagonists and play against Conan (cases can be solved, but people must see God).

The only female protagonist is Shirley, and Bayley is like a biological mother to her.

If it meets the expectations of readers, I hope you will support it!

Thanks to my beautiful editor Guiyuan for giving me, a nobody, so many recommendations. If you want to write a book, you can also find beautiful girls. All beings are equal under the name of beautiful girls. Let’s cheer for beautiful girls!

Finally, let’s talk about the bounty.

I hope the first month's results will be a little better, maybe I can earn 1k per month (I don't dare to think about it).

Logically speaking, for a newbie like me, the standard should be set lower, but my typing speed is really not fast enough, so I'd better set it higher (I want to be lazy, haha).

This book is not very popular. It can only be said that it has reached the passing line. It is estimated that it will not be short of a few chapters. There is no point in setting an upper limit.

Maybe I won’t owe you a single chapter (laughs).

rule:

100 monthly tickets plus one update.

10000 cookies plus one more update.

100 blades plus one more.

3000 recommendation votes plus one more update.

I know there is no golden treasure chest. If there is, I will owe 20 chapters.

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The deadline is 6:17 PM on June 12th.

Since I don't have many manuscripts on hand, it's impossible for me to pay it off all at once, so I'll add one to two chapters per day on top of the 4k I wrote daily.

Of course, the previous data is also included. At present, the total owed is three chapters (currently 213 monthly votes, 4355 recommendation votes, 5240 rewards, and 96 blades).

As long as there are 4 blades, I will add another chapter. What are you waiting for? (laughs)

It would be even better if readers could continue to subscribe(?ω?).

Explicit tips: "Automatic Subscription" is in the "Chapter Download" in the "Chapter Catalog". Just click it and let Hedgehog Cat subscribe for you!

Dear readers, please have pity on Miss Winnet.

Her donation box was empty.

She will pray for all the gods!

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065 Shark Eats Fox (Please Order First)

Winette ignored the word "stupid" and thought to herself that a fox is a fox, and cunning is an advantage in a sense. If the means are not cunning enough, it is easy to leave clues and handles. Cunning is a necessary trait for criminals and killers.

Keeping silent now is also a manifestation of cunning.

After taking a breath for a while, Shirley left her seat and climbed onto the hard bed. About half a minute after she lay down, she slowly curled up like a dried branch, breathing heavily.

Winnet felt a bad taste in her mouth. This should have been a happy thing. Normally, it should have been a pleasant night. She raised her head slightly and saw fine drops of water flowing on the windowsill. The rain fell without any warning. Shirley was shrouded in the shadow of the curtains. She listened to the sound and thought that Shirley might be crying.

After dinner, Winette wrapped herself in a rubber blanket for a while, rolled over a few times, and finally ran to Shirley's bed.

As the distance got closer, Winette could feel every movement of Shirley's trembling body and ambiguous shoulders, every vague change and panicked pause, which seemed to reflect that Shirley was surprised by her approach.

Shirley moved little by little, keeping a distance from Winnett and breathing carefully. However, she still underestimated how shameless Miss Winnett was.

Winnet twisted her body and chased her closer.

It turns into a silly, childish chase.

Shirley finally couldn't bear it anymore. If she moved further inward, her sore nose would hit the wall, making her even more embarrassed, like a rabbit hiding in a hole.

She had a vague idea that once she showed her weakness in front of Winnet, the way they had been getting along would change irreversibly, like a wheel out of control, rolling in an unknown direction. She had always done this, abandoning her weak character. In the dark and cold deep sea, only sharks could move freely, they were both fierce and powerful.

Like a shark, a ruthless heart frozen in ice is the key to her survival in the organization.

That's right, she can't turn back into a weak little girl no matter what. The water surface under the sunlight is different from the world she lives in.

Having made up her mind, Shirley turned around abruptly and faced Winnet with a confident and relaxed expression.

"Oh, there's a kid who's afraid of the dark following us." Shirley put Winnet's hair behind her ears with her hands, "Why, do you want to sleep with me?"

Winnet was startled by Shirley's face so close to her. Due to her blurred vision, her field of vision was suddenly filled with a white face. She no longer relied on appearance to judge a person, but at such a close distance, she could still see Shirley's original appearance, just like when observing a saint's sculpture, she engraved an image in her mind that combined all the beauty.

She bit her lower lip. Shirley was the first woman who was so close to her besides Sister Alyssa. To her, Shirley was like a mother and possessed a sense of holiness that ordinary mothers did not have.

What about Shirley?

What is her attitude towards Shirley?

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Just like the rapidly changing rain outside the window, her mood was also changing in an irregular state. Shirley turned into a very strange light golden twilight in her pupils, like the twilight seen when you are at the bottom of the sea.

She herself was in a depressing and gloomy sunset, showing evil colors like smoke. Perhaps it was a sickly green, perhaps a dark and terrible red, or perhaps a decayed bronze and orange rust. Shirley illuminated herself like the pure white of snow.

Although she had never been very sensitive to colors, her eyes were now filled with all kinds of colors, like a messy kaleidoscope or a picture frame. She tried to fill it with scenes she had seen before, but the result was not ideal. In the end, only the silver dome and cross of the church were left. Only these could make her feel at peace.

In addition, it seemed that Shirley also became a part of her peace, like a light that dispelled her evil shadow that was sinking.

Winnet choked, slowly moved her hips, and leaned backwards unnaturally. Her unnatural body hid in the dim and obscure moonlight, which reminded her of the horrific Gothic atmosphere created by Edgar Allan Poe. She suddenly felt that her body could not move, and she could not even answer Shirley. She was like a criminal who was sent to the police station, handcuffed and escorted.

"Why, you look so scary, are you scared by me?"

No matter what Shirley imagined, she didn't want Winette to be afraid of her because of what happened tonight. Maybe they couldn't become closer, but at least they shouldn't let the strange and sad silhouette remain between them.

"Scared?" Winnett gradually came to her senses. "I was surprised because I thought you wouldn't talk to me for at least three days."

"Don't think I'm as childish as you are."

Shirley didn't want to make any more embarrassing moves. "Are you a little too attached to me? Do you have any special interests?"

"No, I just think it's not good to make things so awkward. Can't we just live in peace?" Miss Winnett seemed a little excited. She just liked women, not younger men. "I want to apologize to you. Well... that's why I followed you. I can't sleep when I think about making you angry."

Shirley shook her head with a disapproving smile, which made Winnett feel a little bit more meaningful. She emphasized, "Well, I really don't mean anything else."

"If you emphasize it again and again like this, it won't be credible," Shirley said with a smile. He grabbed Winnet's cheek and pinched it slightly, "Come closer."

Winnet felt that she had heard it wrong, but that was impossible. If her hearing deceived her, she would not be alive today.

She moved her cheek and felt her heart freeze, but her expression did not change.

However, Shirley sniffed.

"Even though it's a fox, it doesn't smell bad."

Winnet's cheeks turned red. Look, is this what a child should do and say? She didn't feel anything at first, but suddenly she was concerned about the smell on her body. After all, she had been running in the sun all day and doing a lot of sports. What's more, she didn't take a shower after coming back, and she ate a lot, so her mouth must be full of smell.

She didn't even dare to argue, for fear that her breath would stink Shirley.

"Since you've come closer to me, there's nothing to be shy about, right?" Shirley asked back, stretching out her arms to hold the back of Winnet's head and resting her cheek on her arms.

When their eyes shifted, Shirley's expression softened a little.

"Do you want me to sing you a lullaby?"

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066 The fragrance is endless

"No need!" Winnet replied, but she made no effort to struggle.

"What a spoiled brat," Shirley muttered, and then said nothing more.

Winette didn't say anything either. She gently closed her eyes on Shirley's shoulder and relaxed her ears, as if sensing this moment was equivalent to committing a crime.

Admitting that he had any feelings for the warm Shirley in front of him was like challenging God.

This reminded her of Karin Boyer's poem:

We sank into the fragrant and bottomless abyss, and as night fell, we felt no worries at all.

After clearing her mind, she fell asleep quickly. Although she felt warm, it was not a sweet dream. She found herself squeezed by the walls, unable to breathe, like a meat pie being crushed. Then, she woke up suddenly and found herself in Shirley's arms, smelling the remaining shampoo and a fragrance that she couldn't tell the source of.

She tiptoed, not daring to move, and lay silently beside Shirley, her breath exuding a strange sweetness caused by her dry throat, because her face was only inches away from Shirley's chin.

To her surprise, the girl next to her woke up earlier than her.

"You're awake," Shirley whispered in Winnet's ear, "I thought you would lie quietly until the sun rises like before. Do you have any other tasks that you have to do today? Of course, you won't tell me, and I know it's useless, but I want to go out for a walk today. Staying in such a dusty house, even a mouse will die of illness sooner or later."

Winnett didn't answer. She looked out the window quietly, observing the depressed side of the city. Then, she nodded slightly to agree with Shirley's words.