Finally, the stone god growled? Like spitting out the soul? It is not so much because of the disillusionment of Amethyst's love that this extraordinary love is only an element of criminal motive that a mystery novel must have, but rather because everything carefully planned and flawless in itself actually falls apart. The novel pays little attention to tramps, but it shows the significance of what Yukawa studies have done: the existence and death of tramps seem insignificant, but they have not been ignored by Yukawa studies. This is the beauty of the work. You don't have to write too much ink on the tramp, you may usurp the role of master.
The novel is unhurried and full of charm. The truth at the end is still surprising, from which it is not difficult to see Keigo Higashino's profound writing skills. The last time I read such a cool mystery novel was Haruki Murakami's Night Walk. After reading some novels by Murakami and Dongye, I found that Japan is really fierce. Its national civilization, rich material resources, abnormal social conditions, high IQ and low desire have become the remarkable characteristics of this social crime. China should be alert to avoid abnormal development in a society with sufficient material life. I've been thinking, is there really such a person as Stone God in this world? If so, how can I become one tenth of their realm?