On the Self-Cultivation of Detectives

… 1. People divide detectives into two categories: one is those who work for money, the world is big, the gold is the biggest, and they hang out with the devil in the shadows in the gray area; the other is those whose interest has always been there, and have the most primitive impulse and desire to find out the answers to the mystery and restore the truth. The truth is the most addictive drug for them. And Klein Hantel is a heretic who belongs to the third category. His heart longed for the sea but he had to be trapped by his adoptive father's last wish. The family relationship that was not short-lived turned into a heavy chain to bind him when he was buried in the ground. However, he was really not interested in the family education inheritance that his adoptive father valued so much and that he had entrusted to him before his death. Due to his working attitude of fishing for two days and netting for three days, weeds half as tall as a man grew up in front of the office. Klein couldn't help but sigh as he looked at the sparse office, and made a "helpless" decision: if the business continued to decline, he would have no choice but to make a living at a shipping company in order to support himself... How did the sailors of the Nautilus sound? They were pretty good, right? 2. On the day when Klein Hantel was about to declare the glorious end of his detective career, a mystery rolled down the mountain of fate. He had never taken on a murder case since his adoptive father's death, and he intuitively smelled the special smell of blood. A mysterious invitation letter, a manor built on the mountainside, and an increasingly confusing case. As the investigation deepens, more and more secrets are revealed, and the truth is within reach. However, at a certain moment, the black-haired detective looked back keenly, and there was a series of footprints buried in the snowstorm along the traces of time. There seems to be a hand behind the truth controlling everything. 3. Klein stands at a crossroads in his life. Two roads cross in the fog: should we stop here, or should we pursue it to the end? How should he choose? As the saying goes, a detective who doesn't want to be a sailor is not a good detective. The sea itself is full of mysteries. If he wants to join the sea, he must first learn how to breathe in the wind and waves. He heard his own heartbeat for the first time. It turned out that the so-called interest was that when he was about to die, he still wanted to reach out and tear off the last layer of the mask. The detective reached deeper and took hold of the hands hidden in the shadows. "Never say never—that's my discipline as a detective who aspires to be a believer in the ocean." Everything is an arrangement of fate. You cannot escape or give up. You can only keep moving forward and go further. … There is a high probability that there is no cp in the text, but the fatal amount arrow () Arrow warning: Love, friendship, and family affection are in chaos. It may happen that A shows love to the protagonist, and the protagonist reciprocates family affection. B and the protagonist have an affair, and the protagonist treats B as a brother. Even the protagonist's love arrow is mixed with more complex emotions. There is a single arrow of emotion but no single arrow of emotion. The protagonist is sexually frigid and an emotional idiot. He is known as a love sucker and knows nothing about it. His sexual orientation is asexual. Note⚠️: There may be a small amount of single-person double arrows, but if it is a platonic spiritual love, and the relationship is not public in the early stage, there are still other people who are jealous, resentful and cursed. . In short, you can knock it all, the full text has official recommendation but not official matching () The author is a senior nun, and the text will try to restrain her nature, but there is still a risk of leaking her power. If you accept incompetence, don't retreat. … … Intention: Keep moving forward, and relatively fair fairness will eventually come.