Chapter 232 - Chapter 232: Chapter 176: Comrade Lin Chuan, Please Come with Us (Five Thousand Word Chapter) (1/2)

Chapter 232: Chapter 176: Comrade Lin Chuan, Please Come with Us (Five Thousand Word Chapter)

Linyi Cultural Relics Bureau, the temporary office of Archaeological Team Nine.

The morning sunlight, fine as silk, spilled into every corner of the office through the half-open window.

That golden light quietly climbed, coating the office desk, bookshelf, and every pot of green plants with a faint golden glow.

Old Yao watched Qin Sisi walk out of the office, and chuckled, “That Qin, anxious with concern.”

He had heard a lot about Lin Chuan and his novels from Qin Sisi.

After all, it was by following the methods described in Lin Chuan’s novels that she had guided them to successfully excavate the Seven Stars Lu King Palace.

And they accomplished it in a very short time.

This was much less than the one to three months of survey time they had estimated.

From July 3rd to the 8th, it was only six days, including the time spent on the road.

So, Old Yao had been itching to read this novel for a while, and since he himself wrote archaeological novels, he was even more interested in a fellow writer’s tomb-robbing novel.

But more importantly, he wanted to see if Lin Chuan was the tomb robber who escaped from the Seven Stars Lu King Palace.

At this moment.

Outside the window, a gentle breeze wafted in, bringing a hint of chill and the faint scent of flowers. The treetops gently swayed as if playing with the sunlight, occasionally producing a rustling sound.

Old Yao took out his phone, opened the familiar Qihang app, and typed “Touch Gold Notes.” Lin Chuan’s novel immediately popped up.

——”Touch Gold Notes.”

——Author: Mr. Lin.

“Mr. Lin, this name sounds… like a suspect?”

Old Yao joked half-heartedly.

However, he didn’t rush into the text of “Touch Gold Notes” immediately.

He habitually read the comments section first.

[Criminal! Suspect Mr. Lin gave up being an assassin or hacker and switched to tomb robbing!]

[Please, Mr. Lin, give it up, the outside is swarming with police!]

[This is a notebook, not fiction!]

[One word from you, one word from me, Mr. Lin will end up in jail eventually!]

[Whoa, Mr. Lin is about to step on the sewing machine!]

[Amazing, Mr. Lin can be more focused on writing novels in jail!]

[…]

One after another, peculiar comments entered Old Yao’s view.

Old Yao furrowed his brows, unsure what to say, finally muttering to himself, “Why do they all call Mr. Lin a suspect?”

He hadn’t even started reading the novel, and the label of ‘suspect’ was already attached to Lin Chuan?

Huh—

Old Yao took a deep breath, decided not to let these comments affect him, left the comments section, and clicked into the main text of the novel.

‘My family has a legacy of tomb robbing.’

‘But my father did not inherit my grandfather’s tomb-robbing skills, instead, it was my Third Uncle who became the widely known Touch Gold Captain.’