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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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Chapter 128: I Want to Survive! (Please Subscribe)

In the early morning, several little birds frolicked on the branches, emitting clear and crisp chirping sounds.

Strands of sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, falling on the slightly worn houses, and penetrating into a rented room in Happiness Community, spreading on the floor, bright and warm.

The breeze blew gently, carrying the freshness of the old city's dense trees and a hint of life, and it entered the small room, as well as Lin Chuan's dreams.

Hu—

Lin Chuan exhaled a large breath of stale air, stretched lazily, then rolled out of bed and opened the metal door.

"Morning, Little Landlady."

Lin Chuan looked at Zhang Xinxin, who had just reached the staircase, and revealed a sincere smile.

The Little Landlady today was wearing stone-washed blue skinny jeans, paired with a white cartoon T-shirt. The killer was the casual and loose T-shirt, which the Little Landlady wore tightly, outlining unspeakable, exquisite curves from top to bottom.

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