Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Suspect Mr. Lin? (1/2)

Chapter 1: Chapter 1: Suspect Mr. Lin?

“Name.”

“Lin Chuan.”

“Age.”

“24.”

“Occupation.”

“Novelist.”

In the parallel world of Anling City, inside the interrogation room of the criminal investigation team, Lin Chuan faced the stern questioning of two police officers, feeling like he was sitting on pins and needles.

“Novelist, so you’re a writer.”

The lead interrogating female police officer, Shen Qianqian, had her hair tied back in a ponytail, neat and tidy, which highlighted her delicate features, her clear eyes steadily focusing on Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan was surprised, “Is a novelist considered a writer?”

Shen Qianqian thought for a moment, “I suppose so.”

Lin Chuan straightened up, sitting upright, as this was a recognition of some sort for a struggling writer.

Shen Qianqian asked, “Why were you summoned?”

Lin Chuan immediately shook his head and said, “I don’t know.”

That morning.

Lin Chuan was full of ambition, ready to write with gusto on his computer.

However, two police officers suddenly showed up at his door, “Lin Chuan, we suspect you have committed a serious crime. Come with us, please.”

But Lin Chuan couldn’t for the life of him understand, what could a serious novelist, who merely writes books, have done to commit a crime?

The only possibility was a text message he received last week: “Brother, are you home alone? For 200 Yuan, I can come over and help with your laundry.”

But Lin Chuan was too thrifty to spend that 200 Yuan; after much thought, he ended up washing his clothes by hand.

Back in the interrogation room.

Shen Qianqian frowned and took out a photo, placing it in front of Lin Chuan, “Do you remember this place?”

The photo showed a bedroom in full view.

In the center was a soft, large bed with neatly folded bedding, on the side a wardrobe and vanity, the room lit brightly, exuding a clean and cozy atmosphere.

After examining the photo several times, Lin Chuan still shook his head, “I don’t remember it.”

Shen Qianqian exchanged a glance with the male officer taking notes beside her.

Then, Shen Qianqian took out another photo, “What about this one? Does it ring any bells?”

The photo was of a brown-black door, with room number 2001.

Lin Chuan shook his head again, “No impression.”

However, the semiconductor fingerprint smart lock on the door, Lin Chuan recognized it at a glance.

It was a household fingerprint anti-theft electronic lock retailing for 1998 Yuan, equipped with a Grade C lock cylinder, very high in security.

Shen Qianqian fell silent.

The other officer also looked intently at Lin Chuan.

Suddenly, the interrogation room became quiet.

Feeling the gazes of the two officers on him, Lin Chuan felt uneasy, as if ants were crawling all over his body.

People who frequently visit the station know that the interrogation room is a relatively closed space, with cold walls, an oppressive and serious atmosphere, exerting an invisible pressure on the person inside.

Someone with a weaker mental fortitude might have already confessed to which adult films they had seen.

“Officers, may I ask, what crime did I commit?”

Lin Chuan asked, feeling anxious.

After a long silence, Shen Qianqian responded, “We strongly suspect that you are involved in a burglary.”

Startled, Lin Chuan quickly became anxious, “Officer, you can’t slander someone’s innocence like this!”

Liu had at least eaten his bowl of noodles, but I haven’t touched it!

“Slander someone’s innocence?”

Shen Qianqian huffed, “Yesterday, that is, March 9, you published a novel, you remember, don’t you?”

Lin Chuan was confused, “Writing novels isn’t a crime, right?”

Shen Qianqian smiled, “In your novel, you clearly recorded the entire process of a perfect burglary in Jiangnan Residential Community.”

Lin Chuan was shocked and immediately defended himself, “That is a fictional work, you can’t just charge me with a crime based on that, can you?”