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Xinghai City, villa.

Shen Qingqiu sat cross-legged on the sofa, holding a tablet computer. Her usually icy face showed an uncharacteristic, barely suppressed joy.

On the screen was a real-time sales report for the first day of the physical book launch of "The Grave Robbers' Chronicles".

"Is he crazy... I never thought this guy was so good at writing novels." Shen Qingqiu muttered to himself, his fingers flying across the screen.

"One million copies sold out in fifteen minutes, and the Forbidden City Publishing House printed another two million copies overnight. Are readers these days so aggressive?"

She raised her head and looked into the distance.

The suspense master known as "Mojin Xiaowei," who is being frantically doxxed online, is currently sprawled out on a beanbag chair in the recording studio, completely unconcerned about his image.

He gripped the game controller tightly in his hand, frantically firing at the 100-inch TV.

"Roll over! Cut his ankle! Damn it, why doesn't this tree guard have any martial ethics and activate the second stage!" Lin Yan gritted his teeth, squeezing the handle so hard it creaked.

Shen Qingqiu's lips twitched uncontrollably as he looked at the stark contrast in art style.

Who would have thought that this monster, who has dominated the Chinese music scene and boosted the tourism industry in Hainan these past few days, would casually release a million-copy bestseller?

In reality, he's actually a pure-blooded internet addict and a serious foodie?

"Lin Yan".

Shen Qingqiu put down the tablet, her cool voice interrupting the game's sound effects.

"The first royalty payment should be deposited into the company account next week. You mentioned wanting to buy a small villa with a yard, have you found a location yet?"

Lin Yan stared intently at the screen, not even turning her head: "Why buy a villa? Isn't your place perfectly fine?"

"Free meals and accommodation, air conditioning, and takeout delivered right to my door. Wouldn't it be better to use my royalties to produce top-quality Wagyu beef and bluefin tuna?"

Shen Qingqiu's ears burned, and she snorted coldly: "Whatever. As long as you're not afraid of being photographed by Xingyao Entertainment's paparazzi and being accused of sponging off others."

"The doctor said I have a bad stomach, so I'm suited to being a kept man," Lin Yan said confidently, acting like a dead pig that doesn't fear boiling water.

Just then.

"Ding-dong." The urgent doorbell rang suddenly.

Shen Qingqiu frowned.

This is Xinghai City's top-tier affluent area, with security so tight it's outrageous. Even delivery drivers can't get in without the owner's permission.

She neither ordered takeout nor treated anyone to anything today.

Shen Qingqiu got up, straightened his pajamas, and walked to the entrance.

She didn't rush to open the door, but instead glanced at the video intercom screen. That one glance was enough to make her face darken.

Three people were standing outside the gate.

The two men with buzz cuts leading the way were dressed in casual clothes, but they stood ramrod straight, their waists bulging, and you could feel a well-trained and imposing aura even through the screen.

A property security captain, covered in sweat, followed behind.

This group looks hostile.

Shen Qingqiu is a queen who has fought her way up in the entertainment industry, and her mental fortitude is very stable.

She pressed the call button, her voice cold and sharp: "Who is this?"

"Ms. Shen Qingqiu, right?"

The man with the crew cut leading the way outside the door pulled out a black ID and held it up to the camera.

"The Criminal Investigation Division of Xinghai Public Security Bureau is working with the Special Investigation Section of the National Security Bureau on this case. We need to verify some information. Please open the door."

Criminal Investigation Division? And it even includes the National Security Bureau?!

Shen Qingqiu's heart skipped a beat.

No matter how powerful Xingyao Entertainment is, it would be impossible for them to hire people from the National Security Bureau to cause trouble!

Has this really caused a huge uproar?

She quickly turned around and called out in a low voice.

"Lin Yan, stop playing games and go change into some decent clothes. You're in big trouble."

After saying that, she took a deep breath and opened the door.

Two police officers strode into the entrance hall, their eyes scanning the entire space like radar, instantly identifying all possible escape routes.

"Officers, what brings you here?"

Shen Qingqiu crossed his arms, exuding an aura of dominance, standing like an ice wall blocking the corridor.

"If this is a business dispute involving Star Glory Entertainment, please turn left and find my lawyer directly outside."

Officer Zhou, who was in charge, put away his badge and said expressionlessly, "Ms. Shen, this matter has absolutely nothing to do with the entertainment industry."

He simply pulled out a warrant with a red stamp from his bag.

"We received an urgent, real-name report from the Beijing Huaxia Archaeological Institute. Someone is suspected of involvement in a major case of the theft of national-level cultural relics."

Officer Zhou's voice was firm and resolute: "The cyber security department followed the communication IP and publishing registration information in Hainan and directly located the suspect's permanent residence, which is right here."

Shen Qingqiu was stunned on the spot.

A major case of theft of national-level cultural relics? We've stumbled upon our own backyard while we were just observing the drama!

"Officer Zhou, what kind of international joke are you talking about?" Shen Qingqiu frowned. "This is my private villa, just the two of us, me and my music director."

"We've never even been to Panjiayuan, where would we go to rob tombs?"

"I'm not kidding."

The young police officer next to him took out his phone, opened a screenshot of the background information, and held it up in front of Shen Qingqiu.

This is the signing information for "Mojin Xiaowei" on Qihang Chinese website.

Although the name was blurred, the bank card prefix and IP address were unmistakable.

"Is there a man named Lin Yan living here?" Officer Zhou stared intently at Shen Qingqiu.

His pen name was "Mojin Xiaowei" (摸金校尉).

The air became eerily quiet.

Shen Qingqiu's mind went blank.

Of course she knew that Lin Yan was the tomb raider; she had just been boosting the sales of that book!

But she never dreamed that writing a web novel would actually attract the attention of the National Security Bureau and the Criminal Investigation Department!

"Wait!" Shen Qingqiu reacted quickly and pulled out his phone.

"You suspect him of tomb raiding just because he wrote a novel?! That's absurd! I'm calling my lawyer right now, and he won't say a word until the lawyer arrives!"

Shen Qingqiu's fingers practically sparked as he typed on the screen, and he immediately dialed the chief legal counsel's number.

"Old Zhang! Bring everyone from the legal department to my villa within five minutes! Yes, bring your bail documents and contingency plans, quick!"

Just as Shen Qingqiu was frantically calling for reinforcements.

"Creak." The corridor door opened.

Lin Yan, wearing flip-flops and holding a half-full glass of iced cola, emerged looking completely bewildered.

"Boss Shen, why do you want me to change my clothes? Who came in the middle of the day?"

Before he could finish speaking, Lin Yan met two pairs of extremely wary eyes.

The two officers instantly reached for their lower backs, their muscles tensing completely.

Officer Zhou looked the disheveled young man in front of him, who was slurping cola, up and down, his eyes filled with a sense of existential unease.

This is it?

Is this the "extremely dangerous, meticulous, and masterful tomb raiding leader" that Professor Sun from Beijing shouted at the top of his lungs on the phone?

"You are Lin Yan?" Officer Zhou asked tentatively in a deep voice.

Lin Yan took a sip of his soda and nodded. "It's me. Gentlemen, are you checking the water meter or collecting property management fees?"

"Come with us." Without saying a word, Officer Zhou pulled out a pair of gleaming silver bracelets.

"You wrote about 'Seven Star Suspicious Coffins' and 'Luoyang Shovel Soil Probing Method' in your book. Come with the bureau and explain them properly."

"If it's made up, consider yourself lucky. If it's true... kid, you can spend the rest of your life working the sewing machine in there."

Looking at the handcuffs, Lin Yan finally realized what was going on.

Good heavens, this novel is so hardcore that the authorities treated it like an autobiography and actually came knocking on the door to arrest the tomb raiders! That's real torture!

"No, officer, is it really necessary to wear this thing to write a novel?" Lin Yan pointed at himself with wide eyes.

"Look at my build, I can't even swing a hoe, do I look like someone who could dig a tunnel dozens of meters long?"

"Enough with the nonsense, take him away." Officer Zhou wasn't buying it.

"Don't touch him!" Shen Qingqiu pulled Lin Yan behind him, her protective instincts completely erupting.

"Where's the evidence? Without solid evidence, this is illegal detention! My lawyer is already on his way; he's not going anywhere!"

Seeing his usually aloof boss now so anxious that his eyes were red, desperately shielding him behind him, Lin Yan felt a warm feeling in his heart.

This gigolo wasn't a waste of his time. He really came in handy when it mattered.

Lin Yan patted Shen Qingqiu's shoulder with his other hand, his tone surprisingly relaxed: "Boss, relax, it's no big deal."

"Tell Lao Zhang and the others to drive slowly and not break the rules. I didn't eat enough for breakfast, so I'll go to the station for a snack."

After saying that, he stepped past Shen Qingqiu and extended his hands.

"Let's go, officers. We'll skip the bracelet; it's quite cold. I promise I won't run away. Just wondering, does the station provide lunch? I prefer strong flavors and don't like overly vegetarian food."

The two police officers were speechless.

Having handled cases for over a decade and arrested countless vicious criminals, this is the first time I've encountered a suspect who is so cooperative and even orders food right here!

Officer Zhou's lips twitched slightly as he put away the handcuffs. "You're a smart kid. Let's go!"

Twenty minutes later.

A black police car, siren blaring, sped out of the affluent neighborhood and headed straight for the city's Public Security Bureau.

Behind the police car, four Mercedes-Benz vans with their hazard lights flashing followed closely.

The car was filled with the top-tier legal team from Qingqiu Studio, their faces ashen and their expressions tense.