Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

A police car sped out of Modu Airport, racing down the wide and straight roadway.

Lin Chuan was sitting in the police car, looking out the window at the skyscrapers of Modu gradually coming into view, showcasing the city's splendor, but they quickly receded from sight and disappeared.

The police car's windows were closed, keeping the outside wind from coming in.

Feeling a touch suffocated, Lin Chuan also couldn't help sighing inwardly, "Modu's really welcoming, to send a police car just for me straight from the airplane. How nice!"

The police car weaved through the bustling streets and soon arrived at the Modu Police Station.

The layout of the Modu Police Station wasn't much different from that of the Anling Police Station: the reception hall, various function rooms... But as Lin Chuan looked around, he couldn't help but think of Shen Qianqian, Xia Qingqing, Zhang Biao, Hu Daqiang, and others.

It felt more like home at the Anling Police Station.

Here, there was not a single familiar face.

The only thing that comforted and warmed Lin Chuan was the continued presence of Youyou, his very responsible editor, who had accompanied him from the airport to the police station.

Originally, Lin Chuan had asked her to help with the luggage and head to the hotel first, but Youyou had been worried and followed along.

Lin Chuan even reassured Youyou, "Don't worry, Youyou. I'm just writing books. As for that illegal trading of cultural relics, it has nothing to do with me."

"I know you write books, but whether it's proper or not, I'm not so sure about that?"

Youyou pouted her mouth and gave Lin Chuan a few more glances, a trace of worry flickering in her eyes.

It was precisely because she knew what kind of books Lin Chuan wrote that she was concerned.

Are any of those books respectable?

Oh dear, please don't have a criminal record!

Lin Chuan's mouth twitched, and he chuckled sheepishly to himself, thinking, it's not my fault, if it's about being improper, that's the system's doing, not mine. I'm absolutely proper!

"Comrade Lin Chuan, please come with us to the interrogation room," Officer Chen approached.

Lin Chuan nodded, then followed Officer Chen into the interrogation room.

By now, it was afternoon.

The sunlight slanted through the gaps in the curtains, scattering golden specks that danced on the floor, and the plant on the windowsill shone a particularly vibrant green, its leaves twinkling with dew in the gentle breeze.

After completing the routine information registration.

Officer Chen sat across from Lin Chuan and inquired, "Lin Chuan, do you know a person named Bai Yang?"

"Bai Yang?"

Lin Chuan's face slightly froze, and his brows furrowed, "Yes, I know him. He's one of my readers. What's happened to him?"

Officer Chen smiled and explained, "The situation is this: he is currently suspected of being involved in illegal trading of cultural relics. He claimed that he learned how to create counterfeit bronze ware from your novel and successfully forged a 'Taotie Pattern Wine Vessel.'"

"..."

So it turned out.

During their investigation into Old Bai, the Modu police also conducted an inquiry about him.

His mentor confirmed that Old Bai hadn't had the time to be involved in tomb robbing, so they initially concluded that Old Bai was suspected of illegal trading of cultural relics.

But Old Bai insisted that the relic was a counterfeit that he made!

The police and several experts confirmed repeatedly, and experts clearly stated that this was indeed a genuine 'Taotie Pattern Wine Vessel.'

Out of options, Old Bai thought of Lin Chuan.

Since he knew that Lin Chuan was flying from Anling to Modu that day, he pleaded with the police to bring Lin Chuan over, claiming that he could prove his innocence with Lin Chuan's help.

Officer Chen looked at the experts and then at Old Bai, both sides seeming to have great conviction.

As a result, Officer Chen immediately applied to summon Lin Chuan to assist with the investigation.

After listening to this 'absurd' case, Lin Chuan heaved a sigh of relief and chuckled helplessly, thinking to himself, Old Bai, it seems like you were born to stir up trouble, but considering you sent me a Silver Alliance membership right off the bat, I'll help you out this time.

Next time, it better be the Golden Alliance!

"Officer Chen, Bai Yang was originally a master's student specializing in cultural relic restoration. For him, creating a bronze ware replica shouldn't be too hard," Lin Chuan considered for a moment before looking at Officer Chen and smiling.

"We understand he has a background in cultural relic restoration, but to be able to fool several experts, including Gao Qinglin, the chief expert from the museum, and his own mentor, Cheng Qing, it's hard to explain," Officer Chen pondered and replied.

To fake a piece of bronze ware, deceiving both the host and the audience, not to mention the mentor and a host of experts!

This was quite an outrageous affair no matter where you put it!

Lin Chuan rubbed his temples, then said, "Officer Chen, may I take a look at that 'Taotie Pattern Wine Vessel' bronze piece? If it is a counterfeit created according to some methods in the book, perhaps I can prove that he made a forgery."

Officer Chen looked up sharply, took a deep look at Lin Chuan, and questioned with a tinge of surprise, "You can also appraise antiques?" the-place-NovelFire

"A little bit," Lin Chuan nodded, humbly.

Officer Chen's expression faltered, then he looked down at the notes for relevant information.

Name: Lin Chuan

Age: 24

Place of origin: Anling, Han River

Occupation: Web novel writer

"So your main job is writing web novels, and your side job is appraising treasures?" Officer Chen asked curiously.

"Appraising treasures is just an interest, but I do have a certification for it," Lin Chuan replied with a slight smile, "May I take a look at that bronze piece?"

Officer Chen exchanged a glance with the police officer beside him, then nodded, "Follow me."

He led Lin Chuan out of the interrogation room, through a long corridor adorned with the police station's various merits, and then turned into a comparatively spacious functional room.

Inside the room, three spirited experts were closely examining a bronze piece, discussing and deliberating on the cultural relic's submission to the Cultural Relics Bureau, its custody and exhibition at the Modu Museum, and specific conservation measures.

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