I asked you to write a book, but I didn’t ask you to reveal your criminal record!

"Name."

"Linchuan."

"age."

"twenty four."

"Profession."

"Novel writer."

In the parallel world, Anling City, in the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade, Lin Chuan was sitting on pins and needles facing the serious interrogation of two policemen.

How much money can a street writer make?

Lin Chuan had no choice but to explain: "Comrade police, I really can't make much money writing novels, so..."

Shen Qianqian frowned, took out a photo and placed it in front of Lin Chuan: "Do you still remember this place?"

This is a household fingerprint anti-theft electronic lock on the market priced at 1998. It uses a C-level lock cylinder and has a high safety factor.

Lin Chuan said he was wronged!

Lin Chuan waved his hands quickly and defended: "Absolutely nothing! I bought these lockpicking tools just to do some part-time work and make some money."

Lin Chuan shook his head: "I have no impression."

Shen Qianqian snorted coldly, "The value of the stolen gold jewelry is one hundred thousand, and the amount involved is huge. It can be sentenced to fixed-term imprisonment of not less than three years but not more than ten years. If you confess, we will fight for a reduced sentence and leniency for you."

Shen Qianqian and the male policeman taking notes looked at each other.

Lin Chuan quickly defended: "This has nothing to do with me."

Anyone who often enters the bureau knows that the interrogation room is a relatively closed space with cold walls and a depressing and serious atmosphere, giving people an invisible pressure.

Lin Chuan hasn't recovered yet.

Shen Qianqian frowned and muttered: "Isn't it said that writers are quite profitable?"

"You finish listening first."

Those who rush to the street are called writers.

"We suspect that this is not your fictional novel, but your diary!" Shen Qianqian's face changed and she suddenly became angry.

Shen Qianqian fell silent.

The photo shows a panoramic view of a bedroom.

Lin Chuan was startled, the case...

But two policemen suddenly came to the door: "Linchuan, we suspect that you have committed serious illegal and criminal acts, please come with us."

However, Lin Chuan couldn't figure out what kind of illegal or criminal behavior I, a serious novel writer, could have committed?

The only time this was possible was when Lin Chuan received a text message last week: Is my brother at home alone? V 200, my sister can come and help with the laundry.

This is a photo of a brown and black door, door number 2001.

Lin Chuan was startled: "Who is a serious person who writes a diary?"

Lin Chuan looked bitter: "You guys came before I had time to register."

Shen Qianqian snorted, "Yesterday, March 9th, you released a novel, do you still remember it?"

Bullshit, pure bullshit!

Shen Qianqian was confident: "In your novel, the description of the 2001 door lock is: On the brown-black door, there is a smart fingerprint lock with a C-level lock core. It has a high safety factor, but it is not difficult to open it."

Shen Qianqian was silent for a long time: "We seriously suspect that you are related to a burglary case."

Part-time locksmiths also need to be registered with the bureau.

Lin Chuan's eyes widened.

Lin Chuan was shocked and immediately defended: "This is a fictional novel. You can't convict me like this, right?"

"ah?"

These are professional lock-picking tools that he bought from the Internet, including wire cutters, screwdrivers, marble keys, steel wire, etc.

hiss!

Lin Chuan himself took a deep breath: "Officer, if I say it's a coincidence, would you believe it?"

People with poor psychological quality may have already told them all the short movies they have watched.

With that said, a small black bag about the size of a palm was placed in front of Lin Chuan.

"Two officers, I would like to ask, what crime have I committed?"

this morning.

"How do you explain?" Shen Qianqian asked.

Shen Qianqian continued to present evidence and pressed forward step by step: "In addition, we found this in your home."

"I really didn't commit any burglary, how can I confess?"

Lin Chuan was horrified by the sight of the two of them, and felt as if his whole body was being bitten by ants.

"So you took the risk and broke into a house?" Shen Qianqian's eyes narrowed.

Lin Chuan was surprised: "Are novel writers considered writers?"

Lin Chuan's straight spine was almost bent by these words.

"You also described the lock-picking process in detail. Our criminal investigators used the lock-picking method in your novel to easily open the lock."

Shen Qianqian asked: "Why were you summoned?"

Then, Shen Qianqian took out another photo: "Look at this photo, do you have any impressions?"

Shen Qianqian smiled and said, "Is it fictional?"

"Is it possible that I really went to steal?" Lin Chuan asked, "I have always abided by the law!"

The interrogation room suddenly became quiet.

Lin Chuan felt a little embarrassed: "Because... I am poor."

Shen Qianqian opened a stack of information: "At 19:23 on the evening of March 8, we received a report from the homeowner No. 9-2-2001 in Jiangnan Community, Qingxiu District. Gold jewelry worth 100,000 yuan was missing from their home."

Lin Chuan straightened his back and sat upright. This was a certain recognition for a street writer.

However, Lin Chuan was not willing to spend the two hundred yuan. After much deliberation, he had to wash it by hand.

In the middle is a large, soft bed with neatly folded quilts. On the side is a wardrobe and a dressing table. The room is brightly lit, giving it a clean, tidy and warm feeling.

Lin Chuan was confused: "It's not a crime for me to write novels, right?"

Shen Qianqian thought for a moment: "Forget it."

"coincide?"

Lin Chuan was full of ambition and turned on the computer to prepare for a close-up.

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

This was completely unexpected.

Liuzi finally ate a bowl of noodles, but I didn’t eat a bowl of noodles!

"Cleaning people's innocence out of thin air?"

Shen Qianqian smiled: "In your novel, you clearly recorded the entire process of you entering a certain community to carry out a perfect theft."

"Ah this..."

The policeman next to him also looked at Lin Chuan steadily.

Lin Chuan was startled and immediately became anxious: "Comrade police, you can't accuse someone of their innocence out of thin air!"

In the interrogation room.

Lin Chuan immediately shook his head and said, "No."

Lin Chuan recognized it again and again, but still shook his head: "I have no impression."

Lin Chuan's expression changed. He knew what was inside.

Shen Qianqian stretched out her hand and signaled Lin Chuan to stop, "At 19:38 that night, our criminal investigation team rushed to the scene and collected evidence. It was initially concluded that this was an almost perfect burglary case."

Lin Chuan explained: "I recently learned to pick locks."

Shen Qianqian could see his expression: "After comparison, I found that the description in your novel is almost 80% similar to the details of the case."

One of the female police officers presiding over the interrogation, Shen Qianqian, had a ponytail and was neat and tidy, showing a delicate face. Her eyes were as clear as water, and she looked at Lin Chuan intently.

Shen Qianqian smiled instead of being angry, "The scene in the bedroom of Room 2001 just now is almost completely consistent with the detailed description in your novel. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

Shen Qianqian obviously didn't believe it: "You are a novel writer, why do you learn to pick locks?"

Only great gods are called writers.

"A novelist is a writer."

"But we investigated your file and you didn't file it." Shen Qianqian stared at Lin Chuan.

"quibble!"

Lin Chuan was flustered and asked bravely.

How come the novel I wrote is consistent with the case, even the details are 80% similar?

Now he's fine, he's a suspect!

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