Virtual World.
Outside the mansion, the door wide open, one could see the nightfall, as dark as ink and as misty as fog, with the stark white moonlight falling down, giving the appearance of a gloomy castle and creating a thrilling sensation.
Lin Chuan shivered, his palms sweating with tiny beads of perspiration, his muscles tense, unable to stop his hands and legs from trembling slightly.
His heart was pounding, thumping like a drum.
Even though he had mentally prepared himself in advance, when he actually faced such a crime scene, he still couldn't help shaking.
But!
Lin Chuan knew that he now had to overcome his psychological barriers.
If he didn't spend much time experiencing this professional life, he wouldn't be able to take away the corresponding skills of this profession.
And, if the experience of the professional life wasn't compelling, the outcome of the novel was basically predictable: it would flop.
