I Can’t Explain This. My Novel On Relics Became Reality

Chapter 7: The Breakthrough Point Of The Ancient Civilizations’ Ruins Is On Him!

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

In the monitoring room…

Schubert and a group of experts were actively applying to the leadership for a dialogue.

“No matter what, the other party has an ancient tome that we have never seen before. It may contain all the knowledge of the ancient civilizations’ ruins!”

The tome that belonged to Ian’s uncle thrilled them. They only felt an electric current surging through them.

They had to arrange a meeting!

This fellow might know a shocking secret!

“Professor Schubert, the suspect is still in the interrogation stage. After the interrogation, we’ll arrange a meeting. How about it?”

The senior executives of the Special Intelligence Department were also very surprised.

These people were now the focus of protection, so if something happened to them, the progress of archaeology would go back at least 50 years.

“Now! Please arrange for me to meet him immediately. The breakthrough point of the ancient civilizations’ ruins is on him!”

Schubert’s eyes were fixed on the monitor. The way he looked at Ian now was like a starved wolf that had seen a delicious lamb!

He could not wait to pounce on it immediately to satisfy his hunger.

Although Aika and the other experts were not as fanatical as Schubert, they also understood why an archaeologist of his stature was so excited.

Thus, they also urged the executives to quickly arrange a conversation.

The group’s requests put the executives in a bit of an awkward position.

They didn’t want the interrogation to be interrupted, so they just remained silent.

In the interrogation room…

Ian looked at the other party somewhat helplessly. No matter what he said, the other party refused to believe him.

He kept saying that he was a tomb raider and that he had important cultural relics related to ancient civilizations’ ruins!

The middle-aged police officer did not believe a single word of what Ian said.

“You’re very stubborn.” The middle-aged police officer glared at Ian. “If you don’t confess, we can only use the present evidence to sue you. When that time comes, you’ll be faced with a heavy sentence! You’ll have to spend the rest of your life in prison!”

“…”

Ian looked at the other party innocently, feeling extremely helpless.

Damn it, neither of them could convince each other.

Was there really no way to explain it?

It seemed like no one was willing to believe that what Ian had written was something that had happened in history…

“Then go ahead and sue me.”

Ian was tired and did not want to say anything more.

As the saying went, “A clear mind knows the truth.”

Even if the other party investigated the color of his underwear, they wouldn’t be able to find anything.

Sooner or later, they would release him.

The middle-aged police officer frowned upon seeing Ian’s expression. 

After checking Ian’s apartment, he had just been informed that they hadn’t found any hidden cultural relics.

There weren’t even any illegal drugs.

There were only some very expensive wines.

They had also gotten the sales figures from the publishing house that published Ian’s novel.

They cross-checked Ian’s current income and private property.

Social networks and activity trajectories were also the focus of their investigation.

As long as they found something wrong, they could confirm whether Ian had done anything illegal.

It would be easy as long as they got evidence of Ian’s illegal activities.

Unfortunately, no matter how the police officers investigated, they found that Ian didn’t have any illegal records.

Not only did he not evade taxes, but he also rarely used social media and didn’t go out much. His biggest hobby was to mingle in his book review section and argue with readers.

…

The middle-aged police officer had a headache.

Dong, dong, dong!

Just as the middle-aged police officer was rubbing his temples, there was a knock on the interrogation room door.

The middle-aged police officer stood up and opened the door to take a look.

It turned out to be his superior.

The other party did not waste any time talking to him.

“Arrange for Professor Schubert to talk to Ian immediately.”

The senior officer did not even enter the door and directly ordered the middle-aged police officer.

“But I haven’t—”

“This is an order!”

“Understood.”

Although the middle-aged police officer was unwilling, he still obeyed the order. He might not know the reason behind this order, but he was very agile. He exited the room, gave a few instructions to another police officer, and then left alone. He wanted to leave behind a police officer to make a statement and protect the professor’s safety.

This took less than a minute.

‘What happened?’

Ian did not know what the other party was going to do.

After a burst of noise at the door, a gray-haired old man and a young girl who made his eyes light up walked in.

Sure enough, the pressure she felt through the monitor was not even 1/10 of what she felt here.

Aika sighed before her gaze fell on Ian.

The first impression that the youngest best-selling author in history gave off was that he was stunning. That was because he was too young.

The second thing was his gaze. There was a vicissitude in his gaze that did not match his young identity.

This was a man with a story.

Schubert’s gaze immediately landed on Ian.

In his gaze, other than surprise, there was also a hint of excitement.

He strode into the interrogation room and took the initiative to extend his hand.

“Hello, I am Schubert, an international archaeologist .”

Schubert wanted to express his greatest kindness to Ian, but… Ian’s hands were handcuffed behind his back. Thus, he couldn’t shake Ian’s hand.

Ian’s face revealed a bitter smile. “I’m sorry, now is not a good time to shake hands.” 

“…”

Schubert was rendered speechless.

After Aika followed Schubert in, she realized that he was even more like a sunshine youth and handsome upon observing the other party up close.

Although he was handcuffed to a chair in the interrogation room and looked a little disheveled, the aura of ‘rich experience’ on his body could not be washed away. Perhaps only with that kind of experience could he write so many soul-stirring stories.

“No problem.”

Schubert did not care about etiquette and whatnot now. He just sat down and stared at him with a burning gaze.

“…”

Ian felt a little uncomfortable as he was stared at by a gray-haired old man with an excited look, but he still nodded politely.

He was just curious.

Why would this old man look for him? Would he also ask him where the content of his novel stemmed from?

Ian seemed to have thought of something, and his eyes flashed with a sharp glint. He took the initiative and asked, “Old Sir, you also want to ask about Egypt’s history, right?

“Let me put it this way. What I wrote about Egypt in my novel stemmed from my uncle’s tome. You can treat Egyptian Chronicles’ content as a part of history.

“The pharaoh traps and guardians are also real.”

Shua!

Ian’s words immediately caused a storm to rise in Schubert and the others’ hearts.

Schubert stared into his eyes and asked directly, “Then do you know anything about those ruins?”

“I dare say that no one in this world knows them better than me.”

As an earthling, he had absolute confidence in this aspect.

Ian felt a little strange at this moment. Why did this old man ask him this?

“Are you interested in going to the ruins to take a look?”

Schubert actually invited Ian!