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

"For suspects, we are absolutely upright and just," Liu Daqiang said solemnly.

"So that suspect just now..." He Zhi hesitated.

Liu Daqiang laughed and said, "Captain He, Comrade Lin Chuan hasn't been designated as a suspect. He has contributed quite a bit to our police station."

It's a shame these things are classified as confidential.

Cannot be disclosed.

He Zhi looked at Lin Chuan suspiciously, noticing Lin Chuan's casual attire. The man sat within the police station relaxed, showing not a hint of nervousness.

A full sense of ease.

"If there's nothing else, then I can start the interrogation," He Zhi said, his expression complex.

He didn't want to delay, hoping to find the key leads for the tomb robbery and the murder in the shortest time possible.

Now, the finger was pointed at Lin Chuan.

"Shen, you will be responsible for joining Captain He in the interrogation," Liu Daqiang instructed.

"Okay."

Shen Qianqian nodded in response.

Lin Chuan faced these old acquaintances without making it difficult for them. He walked into the interrogation room and sat down on the familiar tiger bench.

The condition inside the interrogation room remained the same.

The cold walls.

The stark and pale lighting.

An oppressive atmosphere.

Luckily, Lin Chuan was already familiar with this place.

"Comrade Lin Chuan, have a drink of water first," Shen Qianqian said, placing a cup of warm water on Lin Chuan's interrogation chair as she entered the room.

"Thank you."

Lin Chuan grinned, thinking that he hadn't been into Anling Police Station's interrogation room in a while, and now they even offered this kind of service.

What an upgrade!

He Zhi, holding his own thermos cup, saw Shen Qianqian bringing water for Lin Chuan, and couldn't help but twitch his mouth.

The interrogation methods of Anling Police Station and their treatment of suspects emphasized one word:

— Strange!

However, as long as Lin Chuan had no overly tight connections with Anling Police Station and they didn't cover up for him, it was fine.

He Zhi just wanted to quickly find clues to the culprit!

This interrogation.

He Zhi was the main interrogator, Shen Qianqian the assistant, and another police comrade took notes.

Basic information such as name, gender, and ID number were quickly recorded.

"Comrade Lin Chuan, what is your occupation?" He Zhi asked.

"An online novelist," Lin Chuan answered truthfully.

He Zhi, holding a stack of documents, looked at Lin Chuan and continued, "Comrade Lin Chuan, it is said that you led the positioning and excavation of the Han Dynasty Grand Tomb on the outskirts of Anling City. Is this true?"

"True."

Lin Chuan nodded in confirmation.

"During the excavation of the Han Dynasty Grand Tomb on the outskirts of Anling City, did you use tomb-raiding secret skills like 'Dragon-Seeking and Positioning,' 'Art of Soil Sniffing,' and 'Double Finger Probe?' Is that true?"

Lin Chuan nodded again: "True."

"Where did you learn these tomb-raiding secret skills? Do you have a master or school?"

"Officer He, I'm self-taught. There is no lineage of masters passing it on," Lin Chuan said earnestly.

In his heart, though, he thought that Officer He clearly came prepared, probing Lin Chuan's connection with tomb-robbing indirectly.

But indeed, there was no school.

If he had to claim one, it would be the Virtual World.

"Self-taught?"

He Zhi frowned and his complexion changed slightly.

During these days, in order to investigate the case, he had done ample research.

Tomb-raiding skills are normally passed on through schools of tradition.

The most common form is within tomb-robbing families, passed from father to son, and son to grandson.

Self-taught was something he had never heard about before.

"Yes, self-taught," Lin Chuan replied calmly.

At that moment,

Shen Qianqian, the assistant interrogator, interjected, "Officer He, we have a clear grasp on Lin Chuan's family background. His parents are law-abiding citizens who have never been involved in tomb-robbing."

He Zhi looked surprised and nodded.

Since that line of questioning wasn't effective, he immediately switched his approach.

At that moment,

He Zhi turned to the next page in the documents and asked, "Comrade Lin Chuan, on July 1st, you published a novel called 'Touch Gold Notes' on Sailing Novel under the author name 'Mr. Lin.' Is that correct?"

"Yes, that's correct," Lin Chuan confirmed.

"In the first volume of this novel, is 'Seven Stars Lu King Palace' based on a real tomb as a model for your writing?" He Zhi stared into Lin Chuan's eyes, trying to apply some pressure on him.

He noticed that Lin Chuan was too composed.

Since entering the interrogation room, Lin Chuan had remained completely calm and had shown no signs of panic.

If this were at Linyi Police Station and the suspects he dealt with, at this point, they would typically be shaking with fear and confessing everything.

Lin Chuan shook his head: "The 'Seven Stars Lu King Palace' in my writing is purely fictional."

"Are you sure it's fictional?" He Zhi's gaze was piercing as he asked again.

"I am sure it's fictional!"

Lin Chuan nodded and confirmed once more.

At that time,

He Zhi seemed to have caught a flaw in Lin Chuan's statements, a smile appeared on his face, he walked over to Lin Chuan, laid several photos in front of him, and asked,

"Do you recognize any of these photos?"

Lin Chuan took the photos.

The first one was a landscape shot featuring a gourd-mouth formation with a waterfall crashing into Little Stone Pond, creating splashes.

There was also a tree struck by lightning above the pond.

"Hmm?"

Lin Chuan furrowed his brows.

He Zhi, with an intense gaze, caught that slight frown and immediately pursued the advantage, "Comrade Lin Chuan, keep looking."

Lin Chuan flipped to the next photo.

It was an aerial view of a mountaintop.

In the photo, several mountain ranges snaked across the earth, their ridges rising and converging at one point, while the surrounding streams twisted like snakes, encircling the mountains.