I Am a Light Novel Master in Japan Chapter 926

Shiina Mashiro fell silent. When urged by the reader, she finally answered her arrangement.

——[Mr. Xiu will survive. 】

"Ohhhhhh!"

The host was moved. He wiped his sweat and said with a wry smile: "That's great, Teacher Qingshan. In fact, I am also on that CP."

He quickly changed the topic and asked: "There is a reader who has always liked your works, Mr. Qingshan. He said that although Mr. Qingshan, your works violate the principle that detective series cannot write supernatural stories, but the reasoning is also quite technical. , then, what was the opportunity for Mr. Qingshan to create this work?"

Mashiro hesitated for a while, and then quickly said into the microphone: "I drew it because I was working with Sherlock Holmes."

——[Holmes! Sure enough, Mr. Aoyama, you really like Mr. Sherlock in "Sherlock Holmes". You became interested in creating this work after reading this British work, right? ? 】

The host said excitedly.

--【no. 】

Suddenly, even the host next to him was confused. Mashiro shook his head slightly and denied this statement.

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

——[I came up with this story after working with Sherlock Holmes. 】

Mashiro Shiina said: "Sherlock Holmes taught me how to create stories this way."

The host was stunned. He seemed to understand and hurriedly asked.

——[Wait a minute, wait a minute... Teacher Qingshan means, have you ever seen the real Mr. Holmes! ? 】

This was undoubtedly an explosive development. The number of barrages suddenly increased again, and the program's effect was overwhelming.

"yes."

Mashiro admitted.

The young two-dimensional host couldn't help but smile and said: "Sorry, Teacher Qingshan, as far as I know, Sherlock Holmes is just a character in a novel. Does he really exist? If he exists, what kind of person is he?" Where are the people?"

For a moment, the atmosphere cooled down.

Mashiro Shiina was asked about this point that is not a manga...

on the other hand.

Li Yan chased the kitten and hurried to the street.

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

"Phew, I finally found it."

Li Yan breathed a sigh of relief and walked up without any explanation.

Unexpectedly, just when Li Yan only had eyes for kittens, he accidentally bumped into someone. He was standing firm, but the soft-bodied person fell to the ground and made a sound of pain. .

"Sorry, are you okay..."

Seeing this, Li Yan apologized hurriedly and asked.

However, at this time, when Li Yan saw the two people in front of him, his expression suddenly changed slightly.

In the live broadcast room, Mashiro at this moment answered the host's question.

——[If I can get rid of the scourge of Moriarty for society, then I would be willing to end my detective career. I can say that I have not wasted my life at all. If the journey of my life ends tonight, I can regard death as home with a clear conscience. The air in London is freshened up because of my presence. In the more than a thousand cases I have handled, I believe that I have never used my strength in the wrong place. 】

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

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

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

——[I have been following Holmes, just watching him never misuse his power... I know that he is my moonlight mentor. 】

…

"Hello, Sherlocks."

The one who fell was a petite but cute European girl, and the one who greeted Li Yan was an old man who looked familiar. This old man looked like a professor from a magic academy, full of grace, and mystery.

Li Yan remembered that he seemed to have met this old man at the British Museum when he was a freshman, and he had a deep memory...

Volume 17 Supplementary Volume·Extra Pure White【Final Finale】

Noon, Room 605 of One Yuan Apartment.

"Mashiro's grandpa!"

A surprised voice shouted from Nanami's mouth.

In this apartment building, Nanami Aoyama became frightened after seeing these two Europeans, especially this old grandfather. She was the only person close to Mashiro who had never met her grandfather.

"Yes, girl."

An English with a pure London accent, with age and deep magnetism. Just hearing such a voice makes one feel that there is an indescribable style and charm of an old man. The wrinkles on his face look like they have been blown by the wind. The black clothes and hat on his body made him look more like an old hunter wandering in the primitive 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..."

Nanami shivered. She tried very hard to say the welcome words, but she felt that what if after saying this sentence, the next conversation would be even more embarrassing.

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

However, Mashiro's grandfather was not as magical as Monet and Cézanne in the history books. After meeting him, he always expressed his gratitude to Nanami for taking care of his granddaughter.

At noon today, when Li Yan was picking up cats near the street outside, he accidentally bumped into Mashiro's grandfather who came to Japan, and a girl who was accompanying Mashiro's grandfather.

Under this chance encounter, he took the two people to the apartment building where Mashiro lived. At the door of 605, Rita and Nanami, who were off on Saturday, went out to greet them.

Li Yan noticed that Rita's expression was very heavy. After hearing what Rita told him, he was not at all happy about the meeting between the grandfather and grandson. He even became a little worried. Now It only increased his worries.

"Teacher, and..."

Rita was very respectful to Mashiro's grandfather. After calling out, when she turned her head to the cute European girl wearing purple clothes and having long gray-black hair, her expression became a little colder.

"Good afternoon, Rita."

This pretty and cute European girl smiled slightly, not caring about Rita's face at all, and said with a smile.

"Why did you come here?" Rita asked as if she was not welcome.