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

Shen Qianqian and Hu Daqiang both looked toward Lin Chuan.

Clearly, as Yu Qin's old rival, they hoped Lin Chuan could pry open Yu Qin's mouth and then dig deeper into some criminal clues of the Morgan Group.

Lin Chuan sensed the eager gazes of the two.

These two professional and justice-filled detectives wanted to strike against the Morgan Group.

Fortunately, Lin Chuan was also at loggerheads with the Morgan Group.

The two parties didn't even need much communication to hit it off immediately.

Lin Chuan thought for a moment and then asked, "Your usual prisoner's dilemma, that didn't work either?"

The so-called prisoner's dilemma refers to an interrogation method.

Suppose there are two arrested prisoners. The police keep them in separate interrogation rooms. In order to obtain sufficient evidence, the police will interrogate them separately and offer conditions for leniency in exchange for honesty.

— The one who confesses can be released immediately for cooperating with the police, while the uncooperative one will receive a heavy prison sentence.

Under these circumstances, many people would choose to confess.

This would lead to mutual incrimination, where both would end up in jail.

"This method, for Yu Qin, isn't quite suitable. Her most trusted assistant, compared with the evidence she holds in her hands, is clearly disproportionate. Her assistant also firmly believes that Yu Qin won't confess, and even if others break through, the evidence they could obtain is very limited," explained Shen Qianqian.

Lin Chuan, having listened, slightly curved the corners of his mouth: "If Lucas could also be caught, then it would be easy."

He had come to know a bit about Lucas.

With Lucas added to the mix, a breakthrough would be obvious.

"The Lucas you're talking about is now in Southeast Asia," Shen Qianqian pursed her lips. By now, Lucas must have moved his base, right?

"Then I'll give it a try, see if I can get Yu Qin to talk," Lin Chuan blinked.

"You're going in person?"

Shen Qianqian looked toward Hu Daqiang.

This was against procedure.

Hu Daqiang furrowed his brow and his mind spun quickly: "Outside the interrogation room, you can meet under the guise of a visit."

"Alright," Lin Chuan nodded.

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Yu Qin was brought to a relatively quiet room with just a table. Sitting there was Lin Chuan, under bright lighting that didn't give her a particularly oppressive feeling. Warm paintings hung on the walls, puzzling her.

"You wanted to see me?"

Yu Qin furrowed her brows, sitting opposite Lin Chuan.

Shen Qianqian, Hu Daqiang, and the others stepped out, leaving space for the two to meet alone.

Lin Chuan placed his hands on the table and smiled: "You probably wanted to see me as well, right?"

Yu Qin lifted her handcuffed hand and brushed back her disheveled hair with a self-deprecating smile: "See you? In the posture of a loser?"

"Do you think you're a loser?" Lin Chuan's gaze fixed directly on Yu Qin, sharp and bright like a cheetah's eyes.

Yu Qin's eyes turned somewhat wistful.

She tried to speak in a calm manner but couldn't suppress her coldness: "If you're here in the posture of a victor, then you needn't bother."

"I'm here as a friend, to see you." Lin Chuan's eyes, in that instant, grew a touch kinder, less sharp.

Yu Qin was startled, her heart skipping a beat and her brows furrowing in an instant: "Friend?"

In the world of the "Arms Tycoon," she considered Mr. Lin a friend, feeling a kind of mutual admiration for that Mr. Lin.

But her feelings for the real Lin Chuan were complex.

If possible, in a stance of agreement, she would choose to be friends with Lin Chuan.

However, now they were at odds with each other.

For the sake of interests, she would not hesitate to wield a butcher's knife against Lin Chuan.

"Shouldn't we be friends?" Lin Chuan countered.

During the time he eavesdropped on Lucas,

He also realized that Yu Qin was a loyal reader of his and revered his books, especially "Arms Tycoon."

More than once in his eavesdropping, he heard Yu Qin discussing the book's content and exploring the heart journey of the arms tycoon.

Lin Chuan knew.

Strictly within the realm of military weapons, without considering any external factors, they could be friends.

"Should we?"

Yu Qin murmured, her expression showing a subtle change.

Lin Chuan began to tell her about the creative process of "Arms Tycoon": "Yu Qin, did you know that Mr. Lin is actually me."

"You?"

Yu Qin looked at Lin Chuan, meeting his gaze.

Lin Chuan nodded unabashedly: "Yes, it's me. In fact, just like you, I have struggled in the arms circle, and only after much effort did I achieve some success."

The bright light made her eyes sore.

She rubbed her eyes, not speaking.

The Lin Chuan before her, in her view, had become Mr. Lin. Yes, the same Mr. Lin from "Arms Tycoon."

He was entirely different from the Lin Chuan she had first met.

The difference in demeanor was significant.

The real Lin Chuan could be seen as a sunny, clean-cut young man, with a youthful face, carefree and without guile.

But.

The Mr. Lin from the book was identical to the Lin Chuan before her.

His face wore a faint, unnoticeable smile, giving an impression of having everything under control. His brows hinted at sharpness, seemingly easygoing eyes, yet seemingly none could escape his scrutiny. They also carried a unique sense of vicissitude, as if he had experienced centuries and understood the ways of the world.

A 25-year-old face, both tenderly naive and wizened with age.

Such a feeling was contradictory.

But that was Mr. Lin!

That was the arms tycoon Yu Qin envisioned!