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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 102: Assassin Lin, Online! (Please Subscribe)

Anling Police Station, office.

Although it was the May Day holiday, Zhang Biao did not give himself a break.

At this moment, he was grateful he had not taken the time off.

He received calls from Xia Qingqing and the Lincang Police. His hand clutching the thermos cup stiffened involuntarily, his heart seemed to clutch at his throat, and his breathing became somewhat unsteady.

Because, Lin Chuan was risking his life to rescue 12 people, and the outcome was still unknown.

The 12 people were important, but so was Lin Chuan.

Zhang Biao let out a heavy sigh.

With such a serious issue at hand, he had to report to Elder Zhong immediately.

'Beep, beep, beep—'

"Elder Zhong, I'm Zhang Biao, Police Chief of Anling City. I have an urgent matter to report," said Zhang Biao, straightening his back and speaking formally.

"Mhm, go ahead," came the steady voice of Elder Zhong from the phone.