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

Anling City, airport.

The sky was a clear, washed blue, occasionally dotted with white clouds that floated leisurely, the sun hung high, casting golden light, giving the airport on the outskirts of Anling City a golden hue.

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Lin Chuan, wearing a white T-shirt and casual pants, walked into the airport, dragging his suitcase.

By his side, the Little Landlady wore a beige dress, holding a package in her arms, her face full of reluctance, "Chairman, you must take good care of yourself in Modu."

The Little Landlady, Zhang Xinxin, very much wanted to go to Modu with Lin Chuan.

But since Lin Chuan would not be in Anling, the company and the antique shop both needed her to take charge, so she had to stay in Anling.

Lin Chuan hugged the Little Landlady, a smile appearing on his face, "I'm just going to Modu to discuss film adaptations, it's only a matter of a few days, and I'll be back soon."

"Okay."

The Little Landlady, with a pouting face, warned, "Once you're there, don't go flirting with others, or else when you come back, I won't let you off the..."

Before she could say the word 'bed', Lin Chuan covered the Little Landlady's mouth, "Cough, we're in public."

Luckily, the airport was spacious, and it wasn't the peak season, so there were few people around.

"I don't care."

The Little Landlady affectionately leaned her head on Lin Chuan's shoulder, her face bright with a sweet smile.

"While I'm gone, you be careful with your safety."

"Chairman, don't worry, Sister Qianqian will protect me."

"Wait for my return."

"Okay."

The Little Landlady placed the package aside and hugged Lin Chuan tightly, reluctant to let go.

These days, the two of them had tasted the sweetness of being together, sticking to each other daily, on the sofa, windowsill, kitchen, bathroom, without any shame or embarrassment.

This separation made it particularly hard to part.

Lin Chuan took the Little Landlady's pale cheeks in his hands, gently rubbed them, and then gave her forehead a gentle kiss.

The Little Landlady smiled, "Okay, you better go now, or you'll miss your flight."

Lin Chuan, pulling his suitcase and taking the package, went through check-in procedures, security screening, waiting, and then boarded the international flight CA8562 from Anling to Modu.

The Airbus A320 accelerated down the straight runway, and with a great roar, took to the skies.

This flight, taking off at 11 am and landing at 2 pm, lasted about 3 hours.

Before departure, Lin Chuan had already informed Youyou, who would pick him up in the afternoon.

Not only that.

Youyou had also arranged Lin Chuan's accommodation, meals, and itinerary in Modu.

Everything was thoughtfully planned.

"Old Bai isn't very active today, hasn't replied to messages." On the plane, Lin Chuan looked out at the clouds and muttered to himself.

He had sent a message to Old Bai before he left, but Old Bai hadn't replied for a long time, which puzzled Lin Chuan.

Old Bai was usually quite active.

However, Lin Chuan didn't dwell on it, guessing that Old Bai must be busy restoring relics.

During the three-hour flight, Lin Chuan picked up the newspaper available on the plane—the "Modu International Daily"—and flipped through it.

Authors of novels often pay attention to news and current events, keeping up with the times.

Lin Chuan was no exception.

His eyes fell on the newspaper.

The front-page headline was about the city's important leaders delivering important speeches.

On the pages below, there were several news items.

>Welcome home! Modu Museum to receive a batch of important cultural relics returning from overseas

>Our country increases support for clinical trials, speeding up drug development

>Breaking! Our country dispatches a peacekeeping force

>Leader of Old Street Factory District arrested, all fraud suspects brought to justice, suspected armed forces backing

>Anti-fraud app downloads hit a new record

>After fifteen days of pursuit, Modu police successfully shut down a large-scale antique forgery underground workshop

...

As he read, Lin Chuan dozed off.

Last night he had stayed up too late with the Little Landlady, so he took the opportunity to catch up on some sleep.

The Airbus A320 cruised above the clouds, accompanied by a deep and powerful roar, with two white trails of airflow on either side of the fuselage streaking across the sky. Through the window, one could look down on the dense houses below.

In the cabin, the broadcast came alive with the gentle voice of a flight attendant.

Lin Chuan woke up slowly, stretching his muscles.

They were preparing to land.

After the plane taxied to its designated spot, Lin Chuan, following the guidance, stepped onto the land of Modu.

Inside the expansive airport of Modu.

Lin Chuan first sent a safe arrival message to the Little Landlady, then, with his suitcase in one hand and the package in the other, he walked out of the airport.

"Lin Chuan, over here!"

At the pick-up point, Lin Chuan heard a voice as gentle as water calling his name.

Lin Chuan turned around and saw a girl in the crowd waving her arms at him.

The girl had slightly curly long hair and was about the same height as the Little Landlady. She wore a light green, almost white, off-the-shoulder floral mini dress, revealing a pair of delicate, pale, and slender legs, with white high-top canvas shoes on her feet.

As for her looks.

Lin Chuan's first impression: very pretty, a beauty that aroused sympathy.

Her delicate and fair face was flushed with a rosy tint, like blooming peach blossoms. Her eyes were picturesque, adorned by a tear mole beneath the outer corner, and her curved eyelashes carried a bright, spring-like smile that added a touch of vulnerability.

"Youyou?"

Lin Chuan was slightly surprised.

"It's me!"

Youyou quickly walked over to Lin Chuan, a smile on her lips as she easily took the package from his hands to help relieve him of some of the burden.

Lin Chuan said with a smile, "Sorry to keep you waiting, mighty Youyou."

"I've only just arrived myself," Youyou looked up at Lin Chuan seriously. With his white T-shirt and casual pants, handsome features, a clean face that managed to be both delicate and masculine, and short hair that gave off a sunny vibe, he did not look like a suspect of any crime, rather... he looked like a handsome guy.

Because of this.

Youyou was somewhat surprised and complimented him, "With your looks, Lin Chuan, how did you ever think of writing novels?"

She had indeed seen Lin Chuan in the 'anti-gambling campaign' appearances, but the camera seldom focused on his face, primarily capturing movements of the hands. It was her first time seeing him in full view like this.

Cough, with those looks, snagging a wealthy girlfriend shouldn't be a problem.

Faced with Youyou's teasing, Lin Chuan grinned, "Youyou, with your looks, you could debut on the spot. Why did you choose to become an assistant editor?"

The two exchanged smiles, immediately dissolving any awkwardness usually associated with online friends meeting in person.

Besides, they often chatted with each other.

If nothing unexpected occurred, they would exchange daily greetings, brainstorm topics, discuss new book releases, performance results, market trends... They talked a lot, and why not? Lin Chuan was Youyou's top author - oh no, her only top author!

"Oh, by the way, Youyou, this package contains a gift for you," Lin Chuan, pulling his suitcase along, gave her a heads-up.

"You really brought it?"

Youyou's eyes lit up, "Is it that vase?"

Lin Chuan nodded and said with a smile, "Yes, it's a replica of the 'Ming Hongwu Blue and White Peony Pattern Jade Spring Vase.' It suits your personality well. Inside there's also a replica of the 'Qing Kangxi Five-colored Fish and Algae Pattern Douli Bowl' for the chief editor. I'd appreciate it if you could pass it along for me."

Youyou's brows furrowed slightly, her lips curved into a smile, "Such long names, I can't remember them all at once."

Lin Chuan laughed heartily, "No need to remember, it's just a replica craft item."

"Did you make it yourself?"

Youyou blinked, curious.

"Yes," Lin Chuan nodded, still smiling.

Youyou raised an eyebrow, her eyes twinkling, "So you really can forge antiques just like you write in your novels?"

"A little bit."

Lin Chuan humbly smiled.

"Then, in your previous novels, are you just like Mr. Lin in the story, having some really strange skills?" Youyou stopped walking, turning her head and gazing at Lin Chuan with great curiosity.

"You know me, Youyou. I always strive for professionalism in my writing, constantly seeking perfection. Even though I had Big Second Uncle's guidance, I still did a lot of research. That's why you might have the illusion that I possess those strange skills."

Lin Chuan firmly shook his head, immediately defending himself.

He had already been involved with plenty of cases at the Anling Police Station and didn't want to rush to another one as soon as he arrived in Modu.

"An illusion?" asked Youyou.

"Yes, an illusion," Lin Chuan replied with a sheepish smile.

"Got it," Youyou's eyes flashed with a mischievous smile, "Shall we head to the hotel now, put away our luggage, and then I can show you around Modu, how about that?"

"I'm meeting with Shen Cheng, the director in charge of the film adaptation, tomorrow, so I'll follow your lead," Lin Chuan happily agreed.

"Then let's go."

Youyou, holding the package, was all smiles.

Somehow, seeing Lin Chuan arrive in Modu felt like meeting an old friend she had known for a long time. There was both joy and surprise.

However, her thoughts were quickly replaced by astonishment.

Because two police officers in blue uniforms were approaching them.

To be precise, they were approaching Lin Chuan.

"Hello, may I ask if you are Comrade Lin Chuan?"

After comparing the photos, one of the police officers addressed Lin Chuan.

This officer was none other than Chen Hui, Officer Old Bai's lead investigator.

Lin Chuan's brows furrowed and his face grew serious, "Hello, officer. Yes, I am Lin Chuan. Is there something wrong?"

"Comrade Lin Chuan, you are implicated in a case involving the illegal trade of cultural relics. We kindly ask you to come with us for an inquiry," Chen Hui nodded and stated.

"Officer, could there possibly be some misunderstanding?" Lin Chuan's mood took a hit.

He was dumbfounded.

I just got off the plane, haven't done anything, and now I'm wrapped up in a Modu case?

Chen Hui's expression was serious as he spoke, "Comrade Lin Chuan, we've considered this carefully before deciding to ask you to come with us. For now, it's just an inquiry, you need not be overly anxious."

Lin Chuan swallowed hard, muttering to himself that he would have a chance to squirm his way out of it if he were in Anling, but being unfamiliar with the place here in Modu, how could he not be nervous?

At Lin Chuan's side.

Youyou was also stunned, her face a picture of bewilderment. She turned to look at Lin Chuan, her eyes filled with confusion.

That's nuts!

Is Lin Chuan really a suspect? To the point that the police would wait for him at the airport in Modu?

At that moment, she remembered the comments section of Lin Chuan's novels.

There, the terms 'suspect,' 'criminal record,' 'criminal autobiography' were always lurking around.

Could Mr. Lin inherently be a prime suspect personified?