"What story is the boss writing?"
Anno sat beside Yao Ziyan, propping up her chin as she watched the certain boss in the distance transform into a typing machine. In the end, she could not restrain her curiosity and asked in a low voice.
"Mm... a detective story."
Yao Ziyan held a cup of water and blew on it softly. Warm mist washed over her face, making everything in her vision hazy and indistinct.
"A detective, the kind who accepts commissions and then finds the truth through all sorts of clues ordinary people would never notice?"
"More or less."
Yao Ziyan felt that Luo Chuan had probably considered long ago that he would come to Kolo World when writing Sherlock Holmes. He barely even needed to alter its setting for people here to accept it.
He had clearly said he did not care about these things at all... Yao Ziyan felt that Luo Chuan seemed to have developed a habit of fooling her.
Too infuriating.
Thinking of this, Yao Ziyan could not help rolling her eyes at Luo Chuan.
Luo Chuan, the merciless typing machine, paused slightly. If one looked at him from the front, one could see the puzzled look in his eyes. Perhaps he did not understand what that sudden sense of danger had been about.
"That's amazing!"
Naturally, Anno had no idea what thoughts had flashed through Yao Ziyan's mind in that instant, and she simply let out a small cry of surprise.
"Amazing?" Yao Ziyan did not quite understand Anno's choice of words.
"Yeah, amazing." Anno nodded as if it were only natural. "I like those mystery novels too. Their plots always make progress in places you never expect. Anyway, I could never figure those parts out. Even if the author gave plenty of hints, I