Chapter 1 Criminal suspect Lin?
"Name."

"Linchuan."

"age."

"24."

"Profession."

“A novelist.”

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

"A novelist is a writer."

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

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

Shen Qianqian thought for a moment and said, "Forget it."

Lin Chuan straightened his back and sat upright. This was a kind of recognition for a failed writer.

Shen Qianqian asked, "Why were you summoned?"

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

this morning.

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

Two policemen suddenly came to the door and said, "Lin Chuan, we suspect you have committed a serious crime. Come with us."

However, Lin Chuan just couldn't understand, how could a serious novelist like me, who was writing books, commit any illegal or criminal acts?
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 with the laundry.

However, Lin Chuan was reluctant to spend the two hundred yuan, so after thinking it over, he decided to wash it by hand.

In the interrogation room.

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

The photo shows a panoramic view of a bedroom.

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

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

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

Then, Shen Qianqian took out another photo: "Take a look at this photo, does it have any impression?"

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

Lin Chuan shook his head: "I have 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. It uses a C-class lock core and has a high safety factor.

Shen Qianqian fell silent.

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

The interrogation room suddenly became quiet.

Lin Chuan was frightened by the gazes of the two men, and felt as if his whole body 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. The atmosphere is depressing and serious, giving people an invisible pressure.

People with poorer psychological quality may have already confessed all the movies they have watched.

"Officers, I want to ask, what crime have I committed?"

Lin Chuan was flustered and asked with gritted teeth.

Shen Qianqian was silent for a 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!"

Liuzi at least ate a bowl of noodles, but I didn’t eat any!
"To defame someone's innocence out of thin air?"

Shen Qianqian snorted, "Yesterday, March 3, 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 and said, "In your novel, the whole process of you entering a certain community and carrying out a perfect theft is clearly recorded."

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

Shen Qianqian smiled and said, "Is it fiction?" "Could it be that I really went 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 she suddenly attacked.

Lin Chuan was stunned: "Who would write a diary if they were serious?"

沈倩倩翻开一沓资料：“3月8日晚19:23，我们接到青秀区江南小区9-2-2001号房主报案，他们家里价值十万元的金饰不翼而飞。”

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

"Listen to it 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 and collected evidence. We initially concluded that this was a nearly perfect burglary case."

Lin Chuan was startled. This case...

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

"what?"

Lin Chuan widened his eyes.

Bullshit, total 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."

"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 and said, "Officer, if I say it's a coincidence, do you believe me?"

"coincide?"

Shen Qianqian smiled instead of getting angry. "The scene in the bedroom of room 2001 just now almost completely matches the detailed description in your novel. Do you think this is a coincidence?"

"Ah this..."

Lin Chuan hasn't recovered yet.

This was completely unexpected.

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

As he spoke, 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 the professional lock-picking tools he bought online, including wire cutters, screwdrivers, pin keys, steel wire, etc.

"How do you explain?" Shen Qianqian asked.

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

Shen Qianqian obviously didn't believe it: "Why do you, a novelist, want to learn lock picking?"

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 these words.

Only great people are called writers.

Those who fail are all called writers.

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

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

Lin Chuan quickly waved his hands and defended himself, "That's absolutely not the case! I bought these lock-picking tools just to do some part-time work and make some money."

"But we checked your file and found that you didn't have it on file." Shen Qianqian stared at Lin Chuan.

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

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

"quibble!"

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

"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, with even the details being 80% similar?
Now, I’ve become a criminal suspect!

　New author, new book, please collect, recommend and follow me, thank you~
　　

(End of this chapter)