Huayu: I Have a Doraemon

Chapter 13 The Police Arrive

The Beijing Film Academy's canteen is located at the East Gate, sandwiched between the dormitory building and the performance and guidance building.

The three-story old building has a typical state-run canteen style interior: terrazzo floor, metal attached tables and chairs, and stainless steel plates.

大灶6~8个菜，分0.5元区、1元区和2元区。

Stir-fry is charged separately, priced at 3-5 yuan, and is a special treat for the wealthy.

Since they were treating everyone, Zhao Nana and Hai Qing naturally wouldn't be stingy.

Zhao Nana returned with a tray, which included three servings of rice, a plate of shredded potatoes, a plate of shredded pork with green peppers, a plate of sweet and sour pork, and a plate of tofu in a clay pot.

"A 'luxury package,' isn't that generous of you, senior?"

She pushed the plate in front of Lin An, raised her chin slightly, and her face clearly said, "Praise me!"

Haiqing followed behind, carrying two bowls of free soup, and silently placed one of them next to Lin An.

The sweet and sour pork tenderloin is a bright red color, and the tofu in the casserole is bubbling and steaming.

It smells really good.

But Lin An was not happy at all.

After all, eating anything in front of two police officers would taste bland and tasteless.

"Lin An, don't be nervous, I'm just here to find out what's going on."

A square-faced police officer pulled out the chair opposite Lin An and sat down, casually placing his thermos on the table.

He introduced himself, saying, "My surname is Li, you can call me..."

"Li Gang?" Lin An asked instinctively.

The officer's gentle smile slowly faded, and his tone became flat:

"Call me Officer Li."

The young police officer standing to the side stared intently at Lin An, a slight upturn at the corners of his mouth and a playful look in his eyes.

Lin An's heart skipped a beat, and he wished he could slap himself twice.

Why make a fuss over nothing?

Zhao Nana ate her meal silently, while Hai Qing drank her soup with her head down.

Officer Li unscrewed the thermos, slowly blew on the steam, took a sip, and then looked at Lin An again.

Two things.

He held up two fingers. "First, someone reported that a fight broke out at the Beijing Film Academy this morning. You are a suspect. I'm here to find out more about the situation."

Lin An shook his head and said, "It's pure rumor, utter nonsense."

Officer Li glanced at him, but didn't rush to expose him, and continued:

"The second thing is the follow-up investigation into the bombing; I need your cooperation."

Zhao Nana and Hai Qing stared wide-eyed, unable to believe their ears for a moment.

An explosion? Is this a crime drama film?

Lin An felt a chill run down his spine; he never expected that this matter, which had happened more than a month ago, would still be brought up again.

At the same time, he also sensed a warning.

People might turn a blind eye to fights and brawls, but if you try to outsmart someone in a bombing case, you might end up in jail!

Upon realizing this, Lin An immediately became obedient.

"Okay, I admit it, but there's a reason for that."

Officer Li glanced at the young officer beside him, indicating that he should take notes, and then asked:

"What's the reason?"

"That bald monk surnamed Xie insisted on taking me to the hospital for a checkup."

Lin An sighed, "They need blood tests and an MRI... I'm so poor I'm about to sell a kidney, where am I going to get that much money for him to go through all that trouble?"

Officer Li raised an eyebrow and said, "According to our investigation, Dr. Xie Guoan promised to reimburse all expenses."

"Who knows if what he said is true?"

Lin An scoffed, "What if they deny everything after the examination?"

The young police officer put down his pen and turned his gaze to his mentor.

Officer Li couldn't tell whether what he said was true or false, so he could only wave his hand to signal to continue recording.

He then asked, "Then why is he bothering you?"

"Then you should ask him," Lin An really wanted to say.

But seeing the other person's cold gaze, he still conceded and said:

"He insisted that the speed at which my broken leg healed was unscientific, believing it to be some kind of mutation, and demanded that I cooperate with the research. How could I agree to that? Who knows if it's some kind of human experimentation?"

Officer Li automatically filtered out the second half of the irrelevant information and continued asking:

"How is it unscientific?"

Lin An stammered, "It was just a little too fast."

"Be specific."

"It's almost three weeks."

The young police officer stopped writing again and looked at his mentor once more.

This time, however, it wasn't a question, but a complaint.

Do they really need to waste their time on this kid?

That's not how you lie. If this report is submitted, I might get punished—no, I definitely will!

Officer Li sighed inwardly.

He had never seen such an extraordinary suspect.

……

……

An hour later, the two officers finally got up and left, their expressions indescribable.

Lin Anze lay slumped on the table, his forehead pressed against the surface, looking utterly hopeless.

It seemed like both sides were going to suffer heavy losses.

"Alright, alright, you've already gotten a great deal by paying only a 200 yuan fine to settle things."

Zhao Nana leaned back in her chair, poking at the remaining shredded potatoes on her plate with her chopsticks, her tone light and her words of comfort rather perfunctory.

"Nonsense, it's not you who's paying the money..." Lin An was so heartbroken she didn't want to speak.

"You definitely made a profit."

Hai Qing spoke slowly, his expression serious:

"If this blows up today, you can say goodbye to this industry."

The film and television industry places great importance on reputation. Even those working behind the scenes will not have a good ending if they have a criminal record.

Lin An grunted, but did not refute.

Solving a series of lingering problems, including the explosion, the broken leg, and the assault, for 200 yuan is indeed a worthwhile deal.

Well, we can't be completely careless either.

Once is an accident, twice is a coincidence, but if he keeps causing trouble, the police will definitely take action even without evidence.

Lin An said to Hai Qing:

"The school knows I've hit quite a few people; will that have any impact?"

Hai Qing thought for a moment and shook her head:

"It's impossible for it to be completely nonexistent; it all depends on how the outside world defines it. Yeah, you should behave yourself lately, don't cause trouble, and definitely don't do any interviews or anything like that."

Back-to-school season, Beijing Film Academy freshmen assault Peking Union Medical College Hospital director... This topic is too good to be true, even Haiqing doesn't dare to think about it.

Zhao Nana seemed unconcerned about this, and said with a smirk:

"What's there to be afraid of? Putting aside the fact that the injury is so minor, just the fact that that bald guy barged into the school and harassed the students means he deserves a beating."

Unlike Haiqing, she didn't have much reverence for the so-called highly educated group.

They've come to bully us; should we just stand by and greet them with a smile instead of fighting back?

Lin An waved his hand, not wanting to continue this dangerous topic, and instead asked about the film crew:

"When do production teams typically give a response?"

Haiqing carefully considered his words and said:

"It's hard to say. It could be as quick as one or two days, or as slow as one or two weeks. Sometimes it's even delayed until the last minute before filming starts."

"Isn't saying this the same as saying nothing at all?" Lin An thought to himself, while simultaneously planning what to do next.

The training course has infrequent exams and focuses more on practical application than theory.

From this perspective, working on film sets is actually a good thing.

However, it's questionable how much of a role he, with his limited skills, can play in the crew. If he performs poorly, it's not impossible for him to be kicked out. Well, maybe we don't need to worry about that, since he might not even get in.

We can only take it one step at a time in this regard.

Praying for good luck!

The most important thing right now is to make money, make money, make money!

Twelve thousand!

A full twelve thousand!

To prepare for this training course, he emptied his savings of five thousand yuan, which he had kept under his pillow for over a decade, and then shamelessly borrowed two thousand yuan from Doraemon. The remaining six thousand yuan came from his mother.

Now, he relies entirely on Lin Yi for his living expenses.

Although he felt at ease spending the money, it was ultimately not a long-term solution.

Thinking of this, Lin An asked Hai Qing very seriously:

"Does the Beijing Film Academy have any quick ways to make money?"