Asked you to write a book, not to confess your crimina

Shen Qianqian was dressed in her police uniform, her delicate features hardened with a serious expression.

The atmosphere was a bit awkward.

“Officer Shen, is there some kind of misunderstanding here?”

Lin Chuan’s mouth hung open slightly, his brow furrowed, looking puzzledly at Shen Qianqian.

He was confused.

I’m a law-abiding citizen, when have I ever committed any crimes?

The card game earlier was approved by you; I wouldn’t dare play without confirming it was legal!

And moreover.

We didn’t gamble in the landlord’s game while you were away!

It was purely for fun!

Wang Zikai also asked with a confused face, “Right, Officer Shen, could there be some kind of misunderstanding?”

“Qianqian, what’s going on?” Xue Qiqi next to her was also taken aback.

Though she was a novelist, even she didn’t anticipate this turn of events.

Shen Qianqian had accompanied her on a blind date.

And what was the result?

Shen Qianqian ended up arresting the good brother of her date; it looked like she was out to notch her performance.

This Lin Chuan looked so refined and handsome, not at all like someone who would engage in criminal activities.

Shen Qianqian glanced at Xue Qiqi and could only say, “It’s not convenient for me to explain here, but Lin Chuan is indeed suspected of illegal and criminal activities. Once I’ve taken him back to the police station for a thorough investigation, I’ll explain everything to you.”

Afterwards.

Shen Qianqian turned to look at Lin Chuan: “Lin Chuan, please come with me to the police station.”

Lin Chuan inwardly lamented and obediently extended his hands.

Shen Qianqian inspected Lin Chuan, tall and thin with a handsome, distressed look as if wronged by the misunderstanding: “No need for handcuffs.”

With someone like Lin Chuan, she could take him down with one hand.

Writer = Scholar.

Soft as a chick, right?

Lin Chuan’s mouth twitched: “Can you put a hood on me?”

Shen Qianqian was taken aback: “???”

Lin Chuan gestured for Shen Qianqian to look around.

Shen Qianqian swept her gaze around and saw the people in the cafe watching them with odd looks.

“Putting on a hood would only make you look even more like a criminal suspect,” Shen Qianqian retorted.

“Uh…”

Lin Chuan thought about it and realized she was right.

Old Wang looked on with a troubled face as Shen Qianqian led Lin Chuan into the police car.

Taking a brother out for a blind date, and the brother gets arrested by the blind date’s best friend.

What a mess.

…

Seated in a police car for the second time.

The same car, the same seat, the same person.

Even Lin Chuan’s state of mind was the same.

He was puzzled.

“These past few days, I haven’t even received a ‘door-to-door laundry’ text message. I haven’t stepped outside, what could I have done wrong?”

Lin Chuan was full of doubt and confusion.

He carefully reflected on whether his actions and behavior over the past few days had been appropriate.

He’d experienced a swindler’s life, and that was kept secret the entire time, with no one aware of it.

Releasing the new book “Swindler’s Life” had also been done officially after passing a security check before being contracted and put on shelves.

Beyond that, there seemed to be nothing else.

Suddenly, Lin Chuan remembered something.

He had given the Little Landlady a legitimate website link, could that be considered spreading obscene information?

Hiss!

That doesn’t count, right?

Can it even count!

It definitely shouldn’t. Exchanging a seed between friends is also common, isn’t it?

So what else could there be?

Lin Chuan couldn’t figure it out to the end.

Shen Qianqian drove the police car, speeding in the City East District, cutting through the noisy streets, and amidst many sideways glances, she returned to the Anling Police Station.

At this time, inside the police station, there were all sorts of people.

There were gamblers being detained in the holding cells, relatives coming to handle the necessary procedures, reporters interviewing about the recent crackdown on an underground gambling den.

Lin Chuan deliberately avoided the reporters’ cameras.

Afraid of social death!

After all, this was not something to be proud of.

Inside the interrogation room.

Cold walls, conspicuous slogans, a solemn atmosphere.

Lin Chuan felt as if ants were nibbling at his skin, as if sitting on pins and needles.

He sat in the middle, in the position for those being interrogated, and watched Shen Qianqian transform from a sweet girl to a domineering lady, from a blue koi to a red one.

But, he couldn’t dwell on why Officer Shen could have a double identity and switch freely between them.

Because Shen Qianqian had already launched a thunderous offensive.

“Name?”

“Lin Chuan.”

“Age?”

“24.”

“Occupation?”

“Writer.”

Shen Qianqian asked routine questions, quickly filling out the information on the interrogation form.

Then, she raised her eyes to Lin Chuan, “Lin Chuan, I ask you, what crime have you committed?”

Lin Chuan had a bitter face, “I don’t know!”

If I knew, I would have confessed!

Shen Qianqian’s face was expressionless, with a kind of cold beauty, “Have you recently published any novel works?”

Lin Chuan’s heart skipped a beat, “Yes.”

“On which website?”

“Sailing Novel.”

“What is the name of the work?”

“Swindler.”

Shen Qianqian immediately presented the relevant evidence, “On the Sailing Novel Website, your pen name is ‘Mr. Lin’, and you have a work titled ‘Swindler’ with a length of 1.026 million characters, edited by Youyou, book number BC324802. Is this correct?”

Lin Chuan nodded, “It’s correct.”

Shen Qianqian, “Is ‘Swindler’ written by you personally, with no ghostwriter involved?”

“Yes,” Lin Chuan honestly answered.

Doubts began to surface in Lin Chuan’s mind: How could publishing an innocent novel be illegal?

Shen Qianqian took a breath, pursing her lips, “Lin Chuan, you are hereby informed that you may be suspected of teaching criminal methods.”

“Huh?”

Lin Chuan was shocked; his whole being became completely dumbfounded.

Teaching criminal methods?

“Officer Shen, can you tell me what criminal methods have been taught?” Lin Chuan couldn’t help but ask.

“Cheating Techniques.”

Lin Chuan frowned, “I admit, the depiction of cheating techniques in the book is indeed detailed, but does that constitute teaching criminal methods?”

Shen Qianqian thought for a moment and then said, “If it were just like that, it wouldn’t necessarily constitute the crime of teaching criminal methods. However, if you deliberately use a novel format to teach cheating techniques, teach people how to gamble, and profit from it, that’s a different matter!”

In reality, indeed there were people who had been jailed for profiting from teaching cheating techniques and instructing others in gambling.

Lin Chuan, “????”

Which genius reader is this, learning cheating techniques from a novel?

After some serious thought, Lin Chuan began to defend himself:

“Officer Shen, the art of cheating, how many people, even with hands-on teaching from a master and decades of practice, have still failed to master it? My novel was just published; it hasn’t even been 48 hours, how could anyone possibly have mastered it from that?”

Shen Qianqian’s brow furrowed slightly, as if in thought, “You seem very knowledgeable about swindlers, are you one yourself?”

Lin Chuan’s vision darkened, “????”

Such a novel train of thought!

Done for, he had implicated himself as well.

“Please answer my question,” Shen Qianqian spoke again.

Lin Chuan hurriedly shook his head, emphatically denying it, “No! I’ve never participated in gambling, nor have I ever been to a casino.”

“If you are not a swindler, why do you know so much about cheating techniques and describe them so meticulously in your novel?” Shen Qianqian pressed on.

Lin Chuan earnestly replied, “As a professional writer, whenever I write about a new profession, I conduct extensive research and search for relevant materials.”

Certainly, I can’t just outright say, ‘I have a cheat,’ can I?