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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 243: The Battle for Rectification! (Please Subscribe) - Part 2

He wanted to perform a verification.

The opinions of AW headquarters completely matched his!

Their operational efficiency was incredibly fast.

In just half an hour, AW had already established a special task force to conduct a series of investigations on Lin Chuan.

Previously, searching for the mysterious person was like finding a needle in a haystack for AW.

Now, with a suspect to doubt, the speed of the search could almost be described as divine.

Just by the efficiency of information retrieval alone, one could tell that AW was indeed no amateur group.

It was at least several levels stronger than the Hacker department led by Lucas from the Morgan Group.

At that time, the sun had not yet set.

The horizon was still far from the setting sun, gentle remnants of sunlight, like strands of golden silk, pierced obliquely through the clouds and slits of the window, leisurely and unhurriedly spilling into the office.