British writer

edinburgh,

A city on the east coast of Scotland.

Seagulls soar in the air, overlooking the city, as if they are inspecting a stage that has just been built, and the stage is full of layers of ancient buildings, as well as the famous Arthur's Seat.

But the charm of Edinburgh is not in the landscape, but in the citizens here,

The Scots always have a yearning for freedom.

In the afternoon, the sun shone on the Forth Bridge,

The bridge body made of steel separates Yin and Yang from the east and west, and the morning and evening are very different, just like the line in Du Fu's poem "Yin and Yang separate the evening and dawn".

The Scottish uncles basked in the sun in the shallows under the bridge, digesting in the afternoon.

Arthur Conan Doyle and his wife Lewis Hawkins strolling in the shallows,

Because Sherlock Holmes has been completed for nearly 7 years, Doyle has received few interviews during this period and the exposure is low, so he has not been recognized for the time being.

At this moment, he was lowering his head, trying to conceive something in his mind.

Just then, a newsboy ran by,

"Supplement, supplement, today's Scotsman has a supplement."

Hawkins asked: "Don't you want to read it? The Scotsman's Wednesday supplement seems to be fiction. It may be of benefit to your writing."

Doyle shook his head.

In the past few days, he has been thinking about how Holmes should return. Any way that helps to find inspiration must be tried.

But the Scotsman might as well forget it.

"You know, I hate that kind of hypocritical newspaper. The Scotsman claims to be determined not to be a tool for parties or cliques, but to reflect the interests of ordinary Britons... ahem... the result? Became a 'devotion' Liberal newspaper'."

Saying that, Doyle showed a disgusted expression.

The current editor-in-chief of The Scotsman is Charles Alfred Cooper, who is exactly the same as the Charles of the Manchester Guardian. They seem to have been brainwashed by liberalism.

The most terrible thing is that the power of these two Charles is very stable, and they have worked in their respective positions for 21 and 29 years respectively.

It is not known how long their iron fist rule will continue.

Doyle muttered: "The world is going down, people's hearts are not old."

Hawkins sighed silently,

"Since you don't like to read the news reports in The Scotsman, you'll just read the old pages."

Doyle didn't hear about it, so he walked aside to watch the two old men play chess.

At this time, they have already reached the middle game,

An old man has just eaten the opponent's castle, and he is slowly putting the chess pieces into the wooden box,

He was arguing with the chess players: "Old Zhan, is it almost there?"

Lao Zhan raised his head and yelled, "Shut up!"

The old man watching chess around couldn't help laughing,

"Old Charlie, don't play these vain and out-of-the-box tricks, and play well if you want to. What's the point of persuading people to surrender here?"

"I just said that the castle can't go that way. Admit defeat~Admit defeat~"

"Don't listen to him, old Zhan, you jump the knight there, yes, there it is."

"Get lost! It's food delivery like yours! Listen to me, level the king, and watch it first~"

...

Chess is very popular in Scotland, and most people can play a few moves, otherwise there would not be a Scottish opening named after the region in the chess records.

Several old men discussed happily.

But there are too many people talking, and the more people discuss, the more difficult it is to make a decision. No one knows what to do next.

Old Charlie sighed,

"You guys discuss it first."

After finishing speaking, he shouted to the newsboy beside him, "Kid, get a newspaper."

The newsboy put the hanging mail bag in front of him, scratched it with his hands, and asked, "What newspaper do you want? We have "The Times", "Manchester Guardian", "The Scotsman"..."

Old Charlie interrupted the other party's name of the dish,

"The Scotsman."

Upon hearing this, Doyle couldn't help but startled slightly: "Tsk..."

He paces sideways.

Hawkins grabbed her husband and whispered, "Don't you think this place is very romantic and suitable for reading newspapers and books?"

Doyle couldn't help but have black lines all over his head, ￣□￣｜｜

Look around, look at the surrounding environment,

Where is the romance?

Oh, woman...

He couldn't help complaining: "Ruth, look at the Forth Bridge above our heads. The train passed by, the axles rattled, and the siren roared across the sky. Isn't reading in this environment asking for trouble? "

Hawkins looked at her husband with some admiration,

"'Axles rattled, sirens roared across the sky'..."

She repeated Doyle's original sentence.

Doyle knew his wife's personality well, so he was about to change the subject.

It was still too late,

Hawkins said: "Look at what you just described, isn't it romantic?"

Doyle was left speechless.

At this time, old Charlie's voice came from behind the couple: "I said, have you read today's supplement of The Scotsman? Who wrote this "Nor Survival"?"

Someone asked: "Is it well written?"

Old Charlie nodded,

"It's very well written. I...I think...I think this book is better than Sherlock Holmes."

The surroundings became extremely quiet, and a needle could be heard,

A train roared past on the bridge, but the noise produced could not affect the bridge below. The above and below the bridge seemed to be two completely isolated dimensions.

It took a long time before someone said: "Old Charlie, although Dr. Doyle has gone to London and has nothing to do with us Scottish bumpkins, you can't arrange him like this? It's better than "Sherlock Holmes"? Are you kidding?" !"

Old Charlie blushed,

"Really! I'm serious! If you don't believe me, come and see!"

In an instant, people surrounded him.

The rest of the old men who couldn't squeeze in had no choice but to go to the newsboy and buy up the Scotsman.

For a while, no one played chess, and everyone gathered in twos and threes to read the newspaper.

The surroundings became quieter.

Doyle and Hawkins couldn't help but look at each other,

This scene is very familiar to them, and it is exactly the same as the publication date of the "Seaside Magazine" when the Sherlock Holmes series was still published.

At that time, almost all of London was reading novels, and the streets were empty.

Doyle stepped forward quickly, stretched his neck, trying to see the content of the supplement, but he could only see the back of the heads of the men with thinning hair.

He cleared his throat and said, "Gentlemen, can you lend me a look?"

Someone turned around and looked at him like a fool,

"Who are you?"

Doyle smiled confidently and said, "I am Arthur Conan Doyle, the creator of Sherlock Holmes."

The elders looked at each other, and suddenly burst out laughing,

Lao Zhan said: "If you are Conan Doyle, then I will...well...you really are..."

He seemed to recognize it.

Doyle was overjoyed, and asked the other party again: "Can you lend me a look?"

Lao Zhan hesitated for a moment, finally shook his head, and said, "I'm sorry, Doctor Doyle, this "And There Were None" is really interesting, even better than yours... cough... All in all, I want to finish reading it now."

After failing to brush his face, Doyle's expression froze,

Is it really better than what I wrote myself?

He subconsciously scanned the newspaper supplement, and suddenly found that the column of the author of the novel was not in English, but only had two simple letters——

Lu.

"Lu... Lu!? Lu Shi!?"

He froze.

The new book is on the road, please support.