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

Chapter 233: Chapter 176: Comrade Lin Chuan, Please Come with Us (Five Thousand Word Chapter)_2

There was also the encounter after entering the Seven Stars Lu King Palace.

Among the encounters, although some were bizarre and fantastical, once the magical elements had been stripped away.

There was also the description of the tomb chamber in the novel, which was basically identical to the real Seven Stars Lu King Palace, the Four-legged Square Cauldron, the tomb passage, Jade Gate, the Seven-Star Suspicious Coffin, the Ancient Bronze Coffin, the Nine-Eyed Strange Cypress...

And then there was the lost cultural relic.

—The Purple Gold Box.

Hiss!

Old Yao inhaled sharply.

He completely dismissed the thought that 'Lin Chuan wasn't a tomb raider' from his mind.

How could this vivid, meticulously detailed description that covered everything possibly be a novel formed from other people's narratives?

It was him, it was him, it was definitely him!

Lin Chuan was the tomb raider who entered the Seven Stars Lu King Palace!

Suspect, Mr. Lin!

Old Yao exited the novel's page and immediately dialed Qin Sisi's mobile phone.

Dududu—

The call connected.

Qin Sisi's voice came from the phone, "Captain Yao."

"Qin, come to my office!" Old Yao's voice was somewhat urgent.

On the other end of the phone.

Qin Sisi's heart skipped a beat, her voice anxious, "Okay, I'll be right there."

Two minutes later.

Qin Sisi hurriedly arrived at the office door, not bothering to knock, and walked straight in, "Captain Yao, is it about Lin Chuan?"

"Yes, I feel... the problem is very serious," Old Yao said gravely.

Lin Chuan was both a talent he valued and a friend of Qin Sisi.

Honestly, he also didn't want Lin Chuan to be a tomb raider.

But, just this novel alone could almost be his criminal record!

Was it not a criminal record indeed?

He had laid out the case in complete detail in the form of a novel.

Any archaeologist from the Seven Stars Lu King Palace team, after seeing this novel, would almost certainly conclude that Lin Chuan was the tomb raider.

"How serious is it?"

Qin Sisi took a deep breath, her face turning pale, and asked with pursed lips.

"Let's assume Lin Chuan is the tomb raider, remember, just assume, he stole a batch of Bronze Ware and the Purple Gold Box. If that was all, if he returned all the relics, he could negotiate a lenient deal, but... there are also two murder cases inside," Old Yao said and sighed.

If it were just tomb robbing, without causing damage to the tomb chamber and only taking away the relics, then voluntarily returning the relics, along with some meritorious actions, could completely avoid punishment.

At most, there would be discipline.

But involving murder changed the nature of the case.

This was no longer just a tomb robbing issue.

Qin Sisi stood there silently, her pale face filled with melancholy, falling into silence.

On one side was a friend.

On the other, the law.

She would have even preferred to stay in the Anling Archaeological Team rather than look at Lin Chuan's "Touch Gold Notes."

But now, she was caught in the middle.

Annoyance, worry, helplessness, no solution... all these thoughts swirled in her mind.

"I'll contact the police first. This is a clue to a case of tomb robbing and murder. Let the police investigate; they will give Lin Chuan justice," Old Yao said, looking at Qin Sisi and trying to sound as gentle as possible to ease the mind of this new team member.

Qin Sisi did not speak.

Subsequently.

Old Yao picked up his phone and dialed the Linyi Police Station Chief's number.

After three rings.

The other side picked up, "Old Yao, I was just about to ask you over to help us look into that murder case."

Old Yao glanced at Qin Sisi, then said, "I have a suspected lead on a tomb robber."

"You have a lead?" the voice on the other end sounded somewhat astonished.

"A suspected lead, suspected," Old Yao emphasized again.

"Fine, I'll come pick you up right away."

...

Anling City, Linjiang Mansion.

Towards evening, the sunlight grew softer, spreading across the expansive river like gently laid golden silk, each ripple sparkling with tiny golden lights as if countless stars had fallen to the mortal realm.

In the distance, the mountains basked in the sunset, their outlines blurring, brushed with a layer of faint gold.

Lin Chuan and the Little Landlady, after having dinner, sat on the balcony, enjoying the view of the sunset outside the window.

And the birds skimming across the river.

"President, did you update another volume?" the Little Landlady asked, sitting beside Lin Chuan, her pretty face lifted.

"Yes," Lin Chuan's gaze lingered on the distant mountains, and he nodded.

Just yesterday, the first volume of "Touch Gold Notes" had reached a hundred thousand favorites.

So, last night, taking advantage of the Little Landlady's deep slumber, Lin Chuan started the experience of the second copy.

This time.

His tomb robbing copy was the 'Qinling Divine Tree.'

Lin Chuan had been practicing the Touching Gold Secret Skill continuously these days, so, last night's 'Qinling Divine Tree' copy, he cleared it straight away.

This afternoon, after Lin Chuan finished organizing, he published it straightaway.

Since it was a magical tomb robbing narrative unrelated to reality, Lin Chuan was naturally pleased with its success.

Now, he was estimating when he could start the third tomb robbing copy.

—System panel.

[Work: "Touch Gold Notes" Volumes One and Two.]

[Current status: Published.]

[Current favorites: 121k/100k.]

[Current Popularity Value (Average Subscription): 267/30000.]

The system required Volumes One and Two to reach 30,000 average subscriptions to experience the third tomb robbing copy.

Lin Chuan estimated it would be a long-term battle.

Conservatively speaking, reaching 30,000 average subscriptions could take three months at the slowest, or one month at the fastest.

However, Lin Chuan was currently at ease, not in a rush.

"Don't overdo it. Now you have to write novels, take care of the company, the Antique Shop, and take care of me. I'm afraid it will wear you out," the Little Landlady said.