Mr. Yokogou was born in Kobe City in central Japan. He has a professional pharmacist license and has also served in banks and pharmacies. When he was about 25 years old, he was accepted by the literary predecessors, 8 years older than Edogawa. Ranpo's invitation and recruitment came to Tokyo for development. In addition to serving as the editor-in-chief of "New Youth", "Literature Club" and other publications, he is also engaged in writing and translation activities. However, an unexpected trick of fate? (Oddly, every immortal writer seems to have to go through some trials and tribulations before he emerges from the cocoon, but that's a story later.) In the mid-1930s, Mr. Henggou, who left the publishing house and chose to become a full-time writer, first encountered the advent of the Great War, that is, the outbreak of the Great East Asia War (Pacific War).
Under the strong leadership of the military, various arts and publishing regulations have become increasingly strict and restricted. Although banner design the teacher's works are wonderful, they also have a rare "aestheticism" feeling among Asian writers of that time. He advocates that the beauty of art should not have any elements of preaching or implying moral values, but strive to pursue pure beauty. However, the sensual brushstrokes of "beauty is seeking" are now regarded by the military as vulgar or inappropriate, and they are banned from publication on the grounds that they cannot inspire the morale of the nation's imperial people.
At that time, there was no way to publish in the self-media or online community. Once the only opportunity for the works to be put on the shelves was lost, naturally there would be no income. In the absence of financial aid, Mr. Henggou's misfortune is not singly, and at this moment, he has contracted tuberculosis, which has a high fatality rate. In addition, during the war, medicines were all controlled by the military, and the transaction price of black market li was sky-high. At one point, the teacher's body deteriorated to the point where he couldn't get effective treatment. He almost, almost, had to tell his relatives and friends to take care of his funeral before he fell ill.