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Lin Chuan muttered to himself.

Last night.

He had experienced the ‘assassin’s professional life,’ which took nearly four hours.

After the experience ended, before the system could announce the related information, Lin Chuan, drained by the experience, fell asleep instantly.

His mind had exhausted too much energy.

“System!”

In his mind, Lin Chuan summoned the system.

The system quickly responded.

[Host, congratulations, the ‘assassin’s professional life’ experience is complete.]

[You have gained the following three abilities: combat fighting, firearms – precise shooting, homicide case handling.]

[Your ‘assassin’s professional life’ related experiences have been automatically generated into a novel — “This Assassin Is Too Professional”.]

[Would you like to export it now?]

The knowledge and techniques related to the three abilities automatically fused into Lin Chuan’s mind, turning him into a professional assassin.

His gaze was sharp as a blade, and his whole being was like a predator in the dark night.

‘Firearms – precise shooting’ and ‘homicide case handling’ were basically useless in real life, but the ability of ‘combat fighting’ was quite good, as it could be used for self-defense.

It’s dangerous for a boy to be out and about.

“Export the novel!”

Lin Chuan commanded.

[The novel “This Assassin Is Too Professional” is estimated to be 1.5 million words long, exporting will take 15 hours, please wait…]

[Exporting in progress…]

[Current progress: 1%.]

Night fell.

Anling City, Old Friends Skewer Stand.

Lin Chuan made arrangements to dine with Old Wang.

Old Wang had often treated Lin Chuan to meals on weekdays, and now Lin Chuan had finally produced a high-quality book; he definitely wanted to share the joy with Old Wang.

Share joy: ×

Show off a bit: √

The business at Old Friends Skewer Stand was booming. Rows of wooden tables were filled with people, and the owner who was also the chef bustled around, handling the iron pot, stir-frying various ingredients. The splattering oil shone under the lights, creating a busy and lively atmosphere.

Lin Chuan picked a spot on the edge and plonked himself down on a low-backed chair.

Before long.

Old Wang showed up.

“Old Lin!”

Old Wang spotted Lin Chuan at a glance and took Lin Chuan’s hand very enthusiastically, chuckling, “Chuan, how did you know that today Qiqi and I confirmed our boyfriend-girlfriend relationship, eh?”

Lin Chuan’s mouth twitched: “…”

Damn!

I invite you for a meal, and you show off to me.

Is that reasonable?

It’s not reasonable!

Lin Chuan thought for a moment, took out his phone, and showed the Heroes List to Old Wang.

Old Wang’s eyes bulged as he looked at the list and then at Lin Chuan, struggling to squeeze out, “Holy shit! How did you get so fierce?”

Today, he hadn’t paid much attention to any messages, his mind was filled with sweet nothings exchanged with Xue Qiqi.

He hadn’t expected Lin Chuan to directly dominate the Two Heroes.

Aggressively topping the list.

“You just keep on dating; I’m going to hit the ‘big fine work’!” Lin Chuan was overjoyed and teased.

Old Wang settled his expression: “It’s okay, Qiqi just sold some rights.”

“Is living off a woman tasty?” Lin Chuan asked.

“I’m working hard too, alright? I’m already preparing a new book, definitely aiming for ‘ten thousand subscriptions’!” Old Wang declared with high spirits.

“Remember to treat me to a meal.” Lin Chuan smiled.

“Of course.” Old Wang winked, then raised his hand, “Qiqi, over here.”

Lin Chuan looked over to see Xue Qiqi standing outside the skewer stand, dressed in a blue long dress, with white high heels, looking quite eye-catching.

Lin Chuan knew that Xue Qiqi was joining them for the meal, as Old Wang had mentioned it beforehand.

But…

Why did Shen Qianqian come too?

She had her hair in a high ponytail, showing off her delicate and sweet features. She wore a white T-shirt with a cartoon duck on it, complemented by stone-washed jeans and white shoes. Her simple outfit was brimming with the vibes of youth.

“Why did Officer Shen come?”

Lin Chuan’s lips twitched slightly as he asked Old Wang in a low voice.

Old Wang chuckled, “I invited her for you.”

“What?”

Lin Chuan was shocked, his face full of question marks.

“Didn’t you say before that you never had the opportunity to meet Officer Shen? So, I took the liberty of inviting Officer Shen,” Old Wang said with a smile.

Lin Chuan gritted his teeth, “But what I meant was, Officer Shen and I are not from the same world, we have no intersection, not that I didn’t have the chance to meet her.”

“It’s pretty much the same thing.”

Wang Zikai waved his hand, “I thought to myself, now that Qiqi and I are an item, I can’t just watch you remain single. How about it, am I not a good friend?”

Lin Chuan held his forehead.

Old Wang, you really have broken your heart over your brother’s lifelong happiness.

But my fifty thousand reward and sixty thousand manuscript fee haven’t hit my account yet.

“Writer Lin, what made you think of inviting me to dinner today?” Shen Qianqian had already come over, looking at Lin Chuan with a beaming smile.

To avoid embarrassment, Lin Chuan forced a smile and made up an excuse.

“Officer Shen, thanks to you, I was able to participate in the anti-gambling campaign, so I wanted to treat you to a meal to express my gratitude,” he said.

Old Wang, holding Xue Qiqi’s hand, sat beside him.

Shen Qianqian then took a seat next to Lin Chuan, “How’s the novel?”

Lin Chuan smiled, “Luckily, it’s a hit.”

“That’s good.”

Shen Qianqian blinked her eyes, like twinkling stars in the sky.

Lin Chuan picked up his tea and took a sip.

“Officer Shen, Lin Chuan is particularly eager to know how your work is going,” Old Wang turned wingman, speaking for Lin Chuan.

Shen Qianqian laughed, “After returning to the criminal investigation team, I’ve been quite busy. Today I was investigating a homicide case.”

A homicide case?

Lin Chuan’s face suddenly turned pale, and his hand shook, spilling some tea onto himself.

“Writer Lin, what’s wrong?”

Shen Qianqian looked at Lin Chuan and asked.

“It’s… it’s nothing.” Lin Chuan showed a smile and picked up a napkin to wipe the tea from the table and his clothes.

As a criminal police officer, Shen Qianqian was always alert for the unusual in life.

She watched Lin Chuan wipe the stains and felt there was something strange about it.

Lin Chuan took three absorbent paper towels in succession, then pressed the towels to the wet spots on his clothes, letting them slowly soak up the tea.

According to Shen Qianqian’s life experience, normally you’d wipe down from where water was spilled on you, trying to keep the clothes from getting wetter.

But.

This method of cleaning by absorption, that Lin Chuan used, was rarely seen by Shen Qianqian in everyday life.

Instead, it was a technique often used by forensic colleagues at crime scenes to collect evidence.

Or.

In the forensic science center, they would use a similar method to clean up related stains.

“Officer Shen, why are you looking at me like that?”

After Lin Chuan finished wiping down, he looked up only to find Shen Qianqian staring at him unblinkingly.

It made his heart race, feeling like something bad was going to happen.

“Your technique is a bit unusual,”

Shen Qianqian said with a smile.

Lin Chuan was taken aback, his brow furrowed.

What technique?

Suddenly, Lin Chuan caught a glimpse of the paper towel in his hand from the corner of his eye, and his heart tightened.

He understood.

What Shen Qianqian was referring to was the way he cleaned the water drops off himself.

Crap!

Last night’s immersion into ‘an assassin’s professional life’ was too deep; every time a scene was cleaned up, it was done by absorption of the blood.

Now, the aftereffects of being an assassin had kicked in!