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

Lin Chuan, a struggling writer, finally got his golden finger—the Career Life Experience System. Randomly experiencing a profession, after the experience is over, novels will be generated based on Lin Chuan's experiences. But Lin Chuan found that the professions he experienced were all too sketchy! Swindler, Assassin, Hacker, Touch Gold Captain... Corresponding novels were born: “Swindler,” “Hacker Kingdom,” “Touch Gold Notes,” and others came into existence. Before he knew it, his works became popular. Selected reader comments: “This book describes things too realistically, this is definitely an autobiography!” “With you confessing and me confessing, Mr. Lin will end up in prison sooner or later.” “Author Lin Chuan (×), Suspect Mr. Lin (√)” Unexpectedly, the reader's prophecy has come true! The police showed up, “We suspect you're involved in serious illegal and criminal activities!” Lin Chuan, “Huh?” The police, “The crimes in your novels, they're your actual deeds, right?” Lin Chuan's vision went dark. Done for, I've written myself into the station, but I'm really not a criminal suspect!!!!!!

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"F*ck! F*ck!"

Karl couldn't believe his eyes as he stared at his small computer screen, swearing from the bottom of his lungs.

On the screen, the bright red flag was dynamic, fluttering as if a breeze swept by.

Each flutter was like a tidal wave, crashing into Karl's face.

It was almost suffocating him!

"This is impossible!"

Karl still couldn't accept the outcome, "Lin Chuan's attacks, five times in a row, have been easily intercepted by me. I fully decoded all the programs, how could he possibly break through my defenses in an instant?"

His murmured, dejected voice slowly dissipated within the cramped confines of the car.

It was late at night, the moon had set, and the stars were sinking.

The autumn air was thick and cool to such an extent that in this deserted corner, even the sound of insects was hard to hear. Only the nearby sounds of passing vehicles on the highway occasionally pierced the silence with their rushing roars.

Nobody responded to Karl.

Oh no!