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

The rain was gradually diminishing.

Within the estate where the Ancient Moon Museum was located, countless deep blue uniformed detectives stood on guard, prepared for action, creating an immense sense of oppression for Hu Shu in the third-floor reception room.

Gao Qinglin also walked to the window.

He lacked the calm demeanor of Hu Shu. Looking down and seeing police chief Zhao Gang personally leading the criminal investigation team to surround the Ancient Moon Museum, his heart was in turmoil.

"Mr. Hu, what do we do now?"

Gao Qinglin's voice trembled, his legs felt weak, and his face was etched with panic.

Hu Shu did not speak.

He simply stared at the young man in white amongst the detectives below, lost in thought.

There was no escape.

In less than a minute, a portion of the detective squad had rushed into the third-floor reception room.

Zhao Gang, Li Zeguang, and Lin Chuan, the three of them, followed closely behind.

Outside the window, raindrops 'ticked and tocked' on the windowsill, slowly, slowly, in the silent atmosphere, like the countdown of a second hand.

As calamity approached, Hu Shu's expression, on the contrary, regained its composure.

He sat quietly in front of the tea table in the middle of the reception room, methodically preparing tea.

"Visitors should be greeted with tea,"

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Hu Shu poured three cups of tea, looked towards Lin Chuan, Li Zeguang, and Lin Chuan, and revealed a faint smile on his face.

These people were all old acquaintances.

Zhao Gang and Li Zeguang exchanged a glance, then took their seats at the tea table, curious to see what Hu Shu intended to do.

Lin Chuan was not afraid; he walked over with ease.

The situation was now under control.

Meanwhile, Gao Qinglin, with weak knees, was propped up by Chen Hui and another detective comrade, handcuffed with shiny silver handcuffs, his face ashen.

Hu Shu paid no mind to this.

His gaze swept across Zhao Gang, Li Zeguang, and Lin Chuan, then he smiled and said, "I hadn't expected you to discover the ruse so quickly."

Zhao Gang and Li Zeguang then turned their attention to Lin Chuan.

Hu Shu raised an eyebrow, his guess seemingly confirmed, and turned to Lin Chuan, asking, "Lin, when did you realize that the thin-walled jade vase was a counterfeit?"

Lin Chuan looked at Hu Shu, a smile appearing on his face: "I realized it during the ceremony for the repatriation of overseas relics."

Surprise showed on Hu Shu's calm face as he frowned, "So you knew from the beginning, which means that even without that accident, you would still have reported it to the Cultural Relics Bureau, right?"

Lin Chuan nodded and hummed.

"I'm puzzled, with your age, you shouldn't be able to discern the authenticity of the thin-walled jade vase,"

Hu Shu glanced at Lin Chuan and asked with evident confusion.

Lin Chuan smiled, not directly answering Hu Shu's question, but rather saying, "Mr. Hu, you said before that you've been reading my novels. Which part are you up to now?"

Hu Shu did not know why Lin asked this but still replied, "I just reached the part where Mr. Lin forges the 'North Song Dynasty Fanchang Kiln Shadow Blue-glazed Plum Vase,' at chapter two hundred."

"If I remember correctly, you can skip directly to chapter three hundred and sixty-five,"

Lin Chuan suggested to Hu Shu with a smile.

Perplexed, Hu Shu glanced at Lin, yet he picked up the mobile phone from the table and opened Sailing Novel under the surveillance of the detectives, entered the "Last Week's Antique" novel page, and flipped to chapter three hundred and sixty-five.

Chapter title: I Made a Mistake.

Hu Shu frowned and scrolled down, absorbing the content of the novel into his eyes.

'As it turns out, my counterfeit enterprise was not without troubles.'

'Tonight, I made a mistake.'

'My esteemed jade vase forgery skills experienced a setback.'

'The night was clear, and the moonlight was pale.'

'In the courtyard, the sounds of summer cicadas chirped, and the evening breeze rustled the branches in the garden.'

'Brother Lin, come quick!'

'Qing called out to me urgently in the front hall, her tone both hasty and anxious.'

'On the central square table in the front hall stood a jade vase, known as the 'Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase,' of course, a counterfeit I had created a few days back, freshly completed with herbal staining tonight.'

'I was very satisfied with it, believing it was a perfect replica.'

'What's wrong? I asked Qing.'

'Qing held several photos in her hand and, pointing at the thin-walled jade vase, anxiously said, this jade vase is slightly different from the one in the photos!'

'I was puzzled and asked back, where does it differ?'

'They look the same without strong light, but with strong light shining on them...!'

'That's what Qing said.'

'I was shocked, checked immediately, and indeed, under intense light, their reflections showed extremely subtle differences.'

'...'

The further Hu Shu read, the more complex his expression became.

Surprise, confusion, empathy... it all was there.

At that moment, as he read this chapter, it was as if he saw his own current situation reflected, quite like his, yet he did not have a Qing in the story to point out the issue with the light and shadow for him.

By the time he became aware of the problem, it was already too late.

"So, you had already encountered the 'Qing dynasty Chinese tangled branch pattern thin-walled jade vase' before,"

After reading this chapter, Hu Shu heaved a sigh.

Only someone who thoroughly understood antiques could write such a novel.

Without a doubt.

Lin Chuan was such a person.

"You could say I've encountered it," Lin Chuan mused with a slight smile.

Hu Shu straightened his clothes, lifted his head, blinked, and let out a self-deprecating laugh:

"I had thought that in this world, no one else could notice the fakes I produced, but to my surprise, I fell into your hands."

Lin Chuan shook his head.

Looking at this top figure in Modu's antiques circle, who was also the head of a large antique forgery gang, he smiled and praised, "You set a pretty good trap yourself."