Chapter 211 - Chapter 211: Chapter 169: The Technical Author, A Professional Criminal! (5000-Word Chapter) (2/2)

Today, having helped the Archaeological Research Institute with opening a Great Tomb made it quite reasonable for them to treat him to a good meal.

All was in order.

“Lin Chuan, I’m basking in your glory,” Officer Shen said with a low chuckle from across Lin Chuan.

“You’re welcome, Officer Shen.”

Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow and laughed aloud.

Shen Qianqian and Qin Sisi laughed along, creating a very harmonious atmosphere.

Qin Sisi poured a cup of tea for Lin Chuan and casually asked, “Writer Lin, I have a question for you, if you don’t mind answering.”

“Ask away,” Lin Chuan took the tea and smiled.

“Today, when you determined the location of the Ancient Tomb, I found it amazing, so, I want to know, how did you learn all these skills?”

Qin Sisi’s voice was gentle, and her face full of curiosity.

On the way here, she had searched through various channels but only found bits and pieces describing these techniques.

The only significant finding was that these tomb robbing skills were ‘sect heritage.’

That is to say.

To learn these tomb-robbing techniques, one must be taught by someone.

“Well, about that…”

Lin Chuan lifted an eyebrow, hesitating for a moment.

“Sisi, I know how he learned it,” Shen Qianqian interrupted with a grin, looking intrigued.

“How did he learn?” Qin Sisi was very curious.

“For his novels, he did research, self-taught,” Shen Qianqian knew Lin Chuan very well, almost predicting Lin Chuan’s response.

Qin Sisi turned to Lin Chuan, blinked, and inquired, “Writer Lin, is that so?”

“Ah, actually Qianqian is only half right,”

Lin Chuan began to exercise his professional skills, making up stories in his head, “I only know a smidgen, as for why I know these things, it’s because when I was very young, in my hometown, there were always groups of strangers going into the mountains, and since my family was very poor, I had to go up the mountains to chop wood for cooking fires.”

He paused for a moment, tactically taking a sip of water.

Qin Sisi was listening intently, and when Lin Chuan finished his tea, she promptly refilled his cup.

With a ‘thank you,’ Lin Chuan continued,

“One time, I went up the mountain alone to chop wood, I was about in sixth grade, around ten years old, and the weather turned foul with heavy rain. Confused and lost in the mountains, I happened upon a group of strangers, including an old man who I remember well—he was called Old Pang. He sheltered me from the rain, claiming we were fated to meet.”

“I asked Old Pang what he was doing in the mountain. He said there were treasures in the mountain and asked if I was interested in learning. Afraid of being poor, I of course wanted to learn, and later I found out he was a tomb robber.”

“After that day, he stayed in our village for over a month, and I learned some things from him behind my parents’ backs. He even took me into the mountains from time to time to look at mountain ridges, and later…”

Lin Chuan narrated with vivid expression.

Qin Sisi, seemingly naive, was entranced and asked, “What happened next?”