Chapter 13 - Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Are All Ghostwriters This Omnipotent? (1/2)

Chapter 13: Chapter 13: Are All Ghostwriters This Omnipotent?

One hour ago.

Anling City’s Public Security Brigade struck quickly, directly destroying an underground gambling den.

However, due to the large number of people involved, the Public Security Brigade did not have enough personnel, so they requested support from the Criminal Investigation Brigade.

Shen Qianqian, who was off-duty accompanying her best friend on a blind date, was called back to the police station.

Upon rushing back to the police station, Shen Qianqian changed into her police uniform.

She quickly got into her role.

“Qianqian, there’s a swindler inside, help with the interrogation,” the head of the Public Security Brigade handed Shen Qianqian the interrogation sheet.

“Okay.”

Shen Qianqian turned and walked into the interrogation room, her face turning cold.

At first glance, it looked as if Dragon Hollyhock had turned red.

Inside the interrogation room.

Across from Shen Qianqian was a middle-aged man who was slightly overweight, with somewhat swollen eye bags, grey hair amongst the black, and showing signs of balding.

“What’s your name?” Shen Qianqian’s voice was ice cold.

When interrogating criminals, Shen Qianqian was always like this.

“Zhang De.”

“Age?”

“54.”

“What’s your occupation?”

“Does being a landlord count as an occupation?”

The middle-aged man across from her flickered in his gaze.

He had just been in the police station two days ago, experiencing the interrogation by the police comrades.

Unexpectedly, here he was again.

Shen Qianqian slightly lifted her eyes. “Your specific address.”

The landlord sulkily responded, “Happiness Community, building 3, No. 3 garden villa, City East District.”

Happiness Community?

Shen Qianqian’s eyebrows furrowed.

She had been to the City East District’s Happiness Community.

Lin Chuan also lived there; during the last theft case, she had personally gone to summon Lin Chuan.

This community… so many talented people?

Indeed, this landlord was none other than Lin Chuan’s landlord, Old Zhang.

Shen Qianqian’s pen tip moved as she noted down Old Zhang’s information, then she asked, “Are you a swindler?”

Landlord Old Zhang hastily shook his head, denying, “No.”

Shen Qianqian raised her hand and pointed towards the two walls of the interrogation room, where eight conspicuous characters were displayed.

Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist.

“Really not.”

Landlord Old Zhang had a bitter face.

Shen Qianqian’s eyes narrowed and her voice grew heavier, “The others have already confessed, they’ve revealed that you were cheating in the gambling den, and we were just about to deal with you when our men arrived, saving your hands. Will you continue to conceal the truth?”

Old Zhang pursed his lips, not daring to hide anything, and honestly admitted, “Not a swindler, just learned a bit of cheating techniques.”

As it turned out.

Old Zhang had practiced cheating techniques all through the previous night, unable to sleep.

He felt he had a natural talent for it, considering himself a cheating techniques prodigy. In just one night, he had made considerable progress.

This morning, unable to resist the itch in his hands, he sneaked out without telling Xinxin and secretly went to an underground gambling den, wanting to test his newfound skills.

Old Zhang was still in the grace period for beginners; indeed, he had shown a bit of his skills in the gambling den.

But soon, Old Zhang was noticed by the people running the gambling den.

After reviewing the surveillance footage in slow motion, they spotted his tricks and decided to take him out.

That’s when the Public Security Brigade raided the gambling den.

And caught everyone in one swoop.

Old Zhang was fortunate to save his hands and ended up back at the police station.

“Just-learned cheating techniques?”

Shen Qianqian furrowed her brows slightly, slightly surprised.

“Mhm.”

Landlord Old Zhang nodded.

“Who taught you?” Shen Qianqian asked.

Old Zhang shook his head. “No one. Self-taught.”

Shen Qianqian was taken aback, her eyes narrowed slightly, some surprise evident, “Self-taught? How did you teach yourself?”

“Just… just learned it from tutorials.”