Chapter 1 Criminal Suspect Lin?

"Name."

"Lin Chuan."

"Age."

"24."

"Occupation."

"Novel writer."

In the interrogation room of the Criminal Investigation Brigade in the parallel world, Anling City, Lin Chuan was facing the serious questioning of two policemen, feeling very uncomfortable.

"Novel writers are also writers."

The presiding female police officer, Shen Qianqian, had a ponytail, was neat and tidy, and showed a delicate face. Her eyes were as clear as water, and she looked at Lin Chuan steadily.

Lin Chuan was surprised: "Is a novel writer considered a writer?"

Shen Qianqian thought for a moment: "Yes."

Lin Chuan straightened his back and sat upright. This was a failed writer who was recognized in a certain sense.

Shen Qianqian asked: "Why were you summoned?"

Lin Chuan immediately shook his head and said: "I don't know."

This morning.

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

Two policemen suddenly came to the door: "Lin Chuan, we suspect you of serious illegal and criminal behavior, come with us."

However, Lin Chuan couldn't figure it out. What illegal and criminal behavior could I, a serious novelist, do?

The only possible time was when Lin Chuan received a text message last week: Brother, are you home alone? V200, sister can come to help wash clothes.

But Lin Chuan was reluctant to spend the two hundred yuan, so after thinking about it, he had to wash it by hand.

In the interrogation room.

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

In the photo, it was a panoramic view of a bedroom.

In the middle was a soft big bed with neatly folded quilts on the bed. On the side was a wardrobe and a dressing table. The room was brightly lit, with a clean and tidy warm feeling.

Lin Chuan identified again and again, but still shook his head: "No impression."

Shen Qianqian and the male police officer who was taking notes looked at each other.

Then, Shen Qianqian took out another photo: "Look at this photo, do you remember it?"

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

Lin Chuan shook his head: "No impression."

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

This is a home fingerprint anti-theft electronic lock on the market priced at 1998, using a C-level lock core, with a high safety factor.

Shen Qianqian fell silent.

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

The interrogation room suddenly became quiet.

Lin Chuan was frightened by the two people, and felt uncomfortable as if he was bitten by ants.

People who often go to the police station know that the interrogation room is a relatively closed space, with cold walls, a depressing and serious atmosphere, giving people an invisible pressure.

People with poor psychological quality may have confessed what movies they have watched.

"Two police officers, I want to ask, what crime have I committed?"

Lin Chuan asked in a panic.

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

Lin Chuan was shocked and immediately became anxious: "Comrade police, you can't slander someone's innocence out of thin air!"

Liu Zi ate a bowl of noodles after all, but I didn't eat a bowl of noodles!

"Slander someone's innocence out of thin air?"

Shen Qianqian snorted, "Yesterday, March 9, you published a novel, do you remember?"

Lin Chuan was confused: "Isn't it a crime for me to write a novel?"

Shen Qianqian smiled: "In your novel, the whole process of your entering a community and carrying out a perfect theft is clearly recorded."

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

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

"Could I really go to steal?" Lin Chuan asked back, "I have always abided by the law!"

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

Lin Chuan was startled: "Who writes a diary?"

Shen Qianqian flipped through a stack of documents: "At 19:23 on the evening of March 8, we received a report from the owner of No. 9-2-2001, Jiangnan Community, Qingxiu District, that gold jewelry worth 100,000 yuan disappeared from their home."

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

"Listen to the end first."

Shen Qianqian stretched out her hand and motioned Lin Chuan to stop, "At 19:38 that night, our criminal investigation team rushed to the scene to collect evidence. It was initially determined that this was a nearly perfect burglary case."

Lin Chuan was startled. This case...

Shen Qianqian saw his expression clearly: "After comparison, the description in your novel is almost 80% similar to the details of the case."

"Ah?"

Lin Chuan's eyes widened.

Bullshit, pure bullshit!

Shen Qianqian was confident: "In your novel, the description of the door lock of room 2001 is: on the brown-black door, there is an intelligent fingerprint lock with a C-class lock core. The security factor is very high, but it is not difficult to open."

"Among them, you also described the unlocking process in detail. Our criminal investigation personnel easily opened the lock using the unlocking method in your novel."

Hiss!

Lin Chuan himself took a breath of cold air: "Officer, if I say it's a coincidence, do you believe it?"

"Coincidence?"

Shen Qianqian laughed instead of getting 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?"

"Ah this..."

Lin Chuan has not recovered yet.

This is completely beyond his expectations.

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

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

Lin Chuan's face changed. He knew very well what was inside.

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

"How do you explain it?" Shen Qianqian asked.

Lin Chuan explained, "I learned how to pick locks recently."

Shen Qianqian obviously didn't believe it: "You are a novelist, why did you learn how to pick locks?"

Lin Chuan was a little embarrassed: "Because... I'm poor."

Shen Qianqian frowned and muttered, "Isn't it said that writers make a lot of money?"

Lin Chuan's straight spine was almost bent by this sentence.

Only great writers are called writers.

All flops are called writers.

How much money can flops make?

Lin Chuan had to explain, "Comrade police, I can't make much money writing novels, so..."

"So you took the risk and broke into the house to rob?" Shen Qianqian's eyes condensed.

Lin Chuan waved his hands and argued, "Absolutely not! I bought these lock-picking tools just to do some part-time work and make some money."

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

Part-time lock-picking also needs to be registered at the police station.

Lin Chuan looked bitter: "I haven't had time to file a report yet, and you guys are here."

"Quibbling!"

Shen Qianqian snorted coldly, "The stolen gold jewelry is worth 100,000 yuan, and the amount involved is huge. You can be sentenced to more than three years but less than ten years in prison. If you confess, we will fight for a sentence reduction and leniency for you."

"I really didn't break into the house, how can I confess?"

Lin Chuan cried out that he was wronged!

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

Now I'm a criminal suspect!

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