"Let me tell you, digging a pit and not filling it in is... fucking satisfying! When writing a plot according to your own will, there's no need to consider so-called causality or how to wrap things up. Your own happiness is what matters most."
"It does... sound reasonable, but Mr. Writer, is it really appropriate for you to do this?"
"There's nothing inappropriate about it. Go ask around—what writer hasn't thought like this before? If they haven't, then they definitely aren't a proper person."
"Mm... speaking of which, is it really okay for you to tell me all this?"
"Of course it is. I trust that the esteemed Mr. Sherlock Holmes certainly won't leak what I've said."
Luo Chuan looked at the words appearing on the light screen, a gratified smile spreading across his face.
He was writing Sherlock Holmes's story.
At the beginning, Luo Chuan had indeed created it according to the original plot, making only a few localized adjustments.
For instance, he had added supernatural elements to the world setting, and Sherlock Holmes, the protagonist, was likewise no ordinary person—he had adopted the character image of Herman, that great detective from Sainia.
As time passed, Luo Chuan gradually began adding some ideas of his own.
Of course, it would not be wrong to call it letting himself run wild.
Luo Chuan had thought up this particular scene himself. The general premise was that a novelist had found the protagonist, Sherlock Holmes, intending to entrust him with a case.
In order to learn more information, Sherlock Holmes began discussing the man's work with his client.
Luo Chuan had plenty of experience with that.
So when writing this scene, inspiration burst forth like a flood, and he simply could not stop. By the time he came back to his