When subjected to a dreary murder case, I've always thought that shows of enthusiasm for detectives are out of place.
Unbecoming at best, and that shutted down my mind into reading mystery works published on the internet. I'm not fond of making general statements so there are layers, but I'd not warrant something so superficial to run more than three paragraphs. I'd say I came across a popular work, but was disappointed by the lack of dynamism.
For one, the show of enthusiasm, without dejection, to investigate homicide is unnerving and hard to sympathize with. It's the height of folly when it comes to my taste in mystery.
When the primary investigator feels conflicted between feeling anxiety and depression that he ends up not working instead, though:
"It's the depth of folly," Shirase answered, smiling for the heck of it.