Asked you to write a book, not to confess your crimina

In the office, Little Landlady pushed the door open, holding a tablet, pouting her lips, and with a somewhat indignant expression on her face.

Lin Chuan looked up and, seeing Little Landlady’s appearance, laughed, “What’s the matter, Little Landlady?”

Little Landlady walked over to Lin Chuan, handed him the tablet right before his eyes, and said indignantly, “He’s slandering me, Chairman!”

“Slandering me?”

Lin Chuan took the tablet, “Let me see.”

The tablet screen showed a blogger wearing a mask, holding a white cell phone, extending an index finger pointing at the phone, and immediately a string of text appeared on the left side of the video.

‘I walked into the factory area.’

‘From the outside, the walls of this factory area are cracked and overgrown with weeds, long abandoned.’

‘But after I entered the factory area, I saw a completely different scene.’

‘Inside the first floor, incandescent lights shone brightly, and below were cages locked up, containing people, no, they should be called pigs, miserably wailing.’

‘These pigs were skinny and disheveled.’

‘…’

Suddenly, two pictures appeared to the right of the blogger.

The blogger introduced, “This picture was taken by someone risking their life inside the factory area today, the layout inside matches the description in this novel very closely.”

“If this is a coincidence, then the fraud techniques in ‘All-In’, I’ve found the prototype in reality, and the timing matches up, now let’s get in touch with the victims.”

“…”

The blogger spoke with righteous indignation, emitting an aura of justice.

Lin Chuan glanced at the blogger’s name: Hand of Justice.

The views had already reached 570K+, with tens of thousands of likes, and the comments were mostly targeting Lin Chuan, thus rapidly increasing his influence on the Kwai Dou platform.

Lin Chuan smiled, “So he’s the one slandering me.”

“Yes, he’s fabricating things out of thin air, it’s too much!” Little Landlady said with vexation color in her pretty face, quite angered, “Chairman, does he have a grudge against you?”

Lin Chuan shook his head, laughing, “What enemies could a web novel writer have?”

Little Landlady Zhang Xinxin frowned slightly, clenched her little fists, and huffed, “Then who gave him the courage to slander my Chairman?”

“Just about to investigate,” Lin Chuan said with a smile.

Lin Chuan thought to himself that he hadn’t offended any fan communities since he started his career.

In the web novel circle, the last time he competed with others during the same period was during ‘Old Zhang’, when he had seized the top spot in the quarrel between The Two Heroes, Handon and Hongmei.

This time.

It just so happened to be another ‘competition on the same stage’ with Handon, but his ‘All-In’ had already been taken down and not yet been re-uploaded, and at this moment Handon had reached the top spot and should be happy.

Surely he wouldn’t hire a cyber army to slander me after reaching the top?

Unlikely!

As for Ming’s fans… some of them still believe I’m a plagiarist, so after Ming got arrested, it’s possible they would stir up trouble.

But that shouldn’t be enough to trend on social media.

Yet now, I not only have trending searches hanging there but also two of them, which is quite abnormal.

This cyber army is strong, not like the usual casual fans, but more like professional trolls.

Professional trolls work for money, operating like a production line, taking instructions from their paymaster to throw mud.

At this moment.

Two targets popped into Lin Chuan’s mind: the foreign hacker organization AW and the Myanmar area Factory Area which Sister Mei belonged to.

The latter was more likely.

With that thought, Lin Chuan immediately began the investigation.

Starting with the blogger ‘Hand of Justice’.

For a top hacker, finding out who a professional troll is working for is a piece of cake.

Just trace their recent contact records, follow the vine to find the melon, step by step investigation.

The only possibly tricky part was that the factories usually use external servers, or rent servers to fake IP addresses to communicate with the world, including carrying out fraudulent activities, all using forged IP addresses.

Therefore, Lin Chuan needed a bit more time to find the real IP address.

Hmm, an extra ten minutes.

Lin Chuan turned on the computer and stretched his fingers.

Then, he placed them on the keyboard, starting to play like a pianist.

Based on ‘Hand of Justice’s video, locate his IP address, and then trace the IPs that had been in contact with him recently…

Little Landlady put away the tablet and sat down next to Lin Chuan.

She rested her chin in her hands and intently watched focused Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan was tall and upright, with broad shoulders and a narrow waist, his face bathed in the light from the screen shone subtly, exuding a calm confidence.

His eyes were fixed on the lines of code, his long eyelashes fluttering occasionally as he blinked.

Little Landlady glanced at Lin Chuan’s lips, which had become a bit dry.

So, she immediately went to pour a cup of water for Lin Chuan, quietly placing it within easy reach, then resumed watching Lin Chuan with her cheek in her palm.

Half an hour later.

Lin Chuan picked up the cup of water Zhang Xinxin had poured for him and took a sip.

Little Landlady blinked, asking curiously, “Chairman, how’s it going?”

“Got it.”

Lin Chuan looked at Little Landlady and smiled.

“You found something out?” Little Landlady Zhang Xinxin asked a bit surprised.

Lin Chuan leaned back in his chair, nodded and said with a smile, “Yes, the blogger ‘Hand of Justice’ is a professional troll who this time accepted a commission from abroad, that is, from the Old Street Factory District in the Myanmar area.”

“Myanmar area’s Old Street Factory District?”

Little Landlady was taken aback, “Isn’t that the fraud factory district?”

These days, Little Landlady had been secretly reading Lin Chuan’s novels and had gained a lot of understanding about fraud.

Add to that her constant attention, so as soon as she heard words like ‘Myanmar area’ and ‘factory district,’ she subconsciously reacted.

Lin Chuan nodded again and smiled, “That’s why, I gave the blogger ‘Hand of Justice’ and the Myanmar area Old Street Factory District, a little gift.”

“What gift?” Little Landlady asked curiously.

Lin Chuan raised an eyebrow and smiled, “I handed over the records of the ‘Hand of Justice’s professional trolling and his interactions with the Myanmar area Old Street Factory District, to the local police. As for the Old Street Factory District…”

“What about it?” Little Landlady blinked.

“I sent them a flag,” Lin Chuan said with a grin.

“What kind of flag?”

“Unspeakable.”

“If the chairman won’t say, then I won’t ask,” Little Landlady said obediently with a smile in the office, then added, “By the way, Chairman, I’ve arranged to have dinner tonight with Old Zhang.”

Lin Chuan picked up his water cup, took a sip, and laughed, “Is Old Zhang bringing his date along?”

A few days earlier.

Little Landlady had let Lin Chuan know that Old Zhang was in a relationship.

But due to Lin Chuan being busy developing an anti-fraud app these days, and Old Zhang also being busy with who knows what, the dinner had been delayed for quite a while.

“Yes.”

Little Landlady nodded and smiled, “So, Chairman, you have to accompany me.”

“Alright, who lets you be the financial director,” Lin Chuan laughed.

…

As expected.

The local police at the location of the professional troll ‘Hand of Justice’ received an anonymous tip-off letter.

The letter contained relevant criminal evidence against ‘Hand of Justice’.

Since it was related to the Myanmar area Old Street Factory District, the local police immediately started an investigation and by the afternoon of that day, ‘Hand of Justice’ was arrested.

Elsewhere.

Myanmar, Old Street Factory District.

Although it was morning, the sun had already begun mercilessly scorching the factory district, shrouding it in a dazzling golden light.

The direct sunlight from the sky ruthlessly penetrated the windows of the factory buildings, casting the decrepit walls in a pale and blinding light, making the shadows within even more profound, as if ghosts could breed there at any time.

At the top office in the Old Street Factory District.

Here, the boss, Old Bao, was wearing a black shirt. Beneath his bald head was a fierce countenance as he stared at his underling, Mi, and asked coldly, “How is the job coming along?”

“Ming has already been taken in, and his novel has been removed,” his underling Mi immediately reported.

“Good.”

Old Bao, holding a cigar between two fingers, asked again, “And the other one?”

Underling Mi thought for a moment, “Mr. Lin… Mr. Lin hasn’t been taken in yet; he’s probably under review. But I’ve already hired some online trolls and got a professional blogger to produce a video to bash him. Soon, there will be public opinion against him online.”

“You’ve done well.”

A rare smile appeared on Old Bao’s fierce face.

However, his smile was quite eerie, like that of a dead man tumbling out of a coffin, stiff and sinister.

Old Bao took another puff from his cigar and slowly blew out a ring of smoke that dissipated in front of Mi, “Mi, about that author, Mr. Lin, what about the big fish related to him?”

Mi smiled, “Boss, everything is going as planned. We expect to seize assets worth tens of millions.”

“What a fat fish!”

Old Bao exclaimed.

Assets worth tens of millions were a considerable sum even within the factory district.

Mi added, “Moreover, by following this thread, we can monitor Mr. Lin’s movements and act at any time.”

“You’re getting better and better at this,” Old Bao praised, passing a cigar to the underling in front of him.

Delighted, Mi lit the cigar, and the two seemed to be celebrating the good news to come.

This rare moment of joy didn’t last long.

Just five minutes later.

A man in a floral shirt hurriedly climbed to the top floor and dashed into the office, “Boss, something terrible has happened!”

“What’s the panic?”

Old Bao asked languidly, his cigar at the ready.

“We…” the man in the floral shirt caught his breath, “Our computers have been infected with a virus, and all projects have been canceled.”

“Say that again!”

Old Bao’s expression froze as he pressed his cigar into the ashtray.

The man in the floral shirt, trembling, repeated, “Our computers got infected with a virus, and all ongoing projects have been canceled?”

Old Bao instantly erupted in rage, slapping the face of the man in the floral shirt, “Idiots! What are you even for?”

The man in the floral shirt fell to the ground with a cry, pleading, “Boss, I don’t know what happened, our computer screens just showed a bright red flag, and then they were out of control.”

Old Bao quickly rushed out of the office and headed straight for the second floor, where the infected computers were.

On the second floor.

All the computer fraudsters stood timidly aside, their screens displaying row upon row of computers.

The screens of these computers all showed a bright red flag.

Without exception.