The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail

In mid-May, in an old and gorgeous castle-like villa, the bright sunshine shines through the colorful stained glass windows.

Lazily scattered in the spacious studio. Xie Xuan, a young and handsome servant, has been in the United States for more than half a year. He is concentrating on holding the hand of his master, Stentel.

Stentel, the famous rich man, did not hide his infatuated love in his eyes. He stared at Xie Xuan'an infatuatedly, his heart beating like thunder.

Xie Xuan'an's slender and powerful fingers gently guided Stentel's hands to move slowly on the canvas. He was calm and shrewd, knowing that his days with Stentel were numbered, and the police might come to his door at any time because of the mysterious cult case.

He was after Stantel's money. Over the past six months, he had made a lot of US dollars from Stantel and deposited them all into his card.

In order to keep this well-paid job, he worked hard to improve his relationship with Stentel. Now his goal has been achieved, but the crisis is imminent.

"Mr. Stantel, feel the power of the brushstrokes..." Xie Xuan'an's voice was low and gentle, and his breath gently brushed past Stantel's ears.

Stentl's cheeks flushed slightly as he tried to focus on his painting, but the emotions surging in his heart made it difficult for him to concentrate.

Their hands moved slowly across the canvas, and every stroke contained a sense of tacit understanding and ambiguity.

Xie Xuan would occasionally approach Stantel, patiently correcting his gestures or giving some suggestions. Their bodies would touch lightly inadvertently, and every contact was like an electric current that instantly spread throughout the body.

There was a quiet and ambiguous atmosphere in the studio, with only the gentle friction sound of the brush against the canvas.

Stentel secretly looked at Xie Xuan'an's focused expression, and the emotions in his heart became stronger.

"Just like this...relax...you're doing very well." Xie Xuan'an's praise made Stantel feel happy.

He bit his lip slightly, trying to hide his excitement.

As the painting gradually took shape, it became very different from Stentel's previous styles. It was no longer bloody and bizarre, but a work full of warmth and loveliness.

Stentel looked at the unique finished product, and a special ripple appeared in his heart. With this experience of co-creation, the tacit understanding between them became even deeper.

In this ambiguous atmosphere, time seemed to freeze. They were all immersed in this wonderful moment, enjoying each other's company and the subtle emotional fluctuations.

Zhao Hongzhi, an outstanding police officer from China, has been in the United States for some time for exchange work with an important mission.

The important mission he shoulders this time is to work closely with the US police and Interpol.

Xie Xuan'an, a major suspect in the mysterious cult case in China, was arrested and brought to justice.

In a conference room filled with piles of documents and a solemn atmosphere, Zhao Hongzhi was sitting in a circle with representatives of the US police.

His eyes were determined, and he was determined to successfully capture Xie Xuan'an and take a key step towards solving the case, but at the same time he was also worried about the accidents that might occur during the operation.

In fluent and precise English, he clearly explained the clues and key intelligence about Xie Xuan'an.

"According to our in-depth and comprehensive investigation, although the evidence is still unclear, Xie Xuan'an is highly suspected in this cult case.

This cult is mysterious and claims to possess supernatural powers, and Xie Xuan'an's name appears many times in key clues. "

Zhao Hongzhi pointed at the information on the screen, his expression full of caution about the case and persistence in seeking the truth.

The head of the American police listened attentively, nodding his head in agreement from time to time.

Then they responded: “We have also collected some information through various channels, but this information is relatively scattered and needs more systematic integration and in-depth analysis.”

In the following days, Zhao Hongzhi and the American police staff devoted themselves to the investigation of the case. They worked day and night.

They worked tirelessly, constantly exchanging opinions and views, and carefully comparing every clue.

They carefully considered every detail and worked out a detailed and comprehensive capture plan. However, in teamwork, small frictions occasionally occurred due to different opinions.

"I think we should further strengthen monitoring of areas where Xie Xuan'an may appear, add more monitoring equipment, increase the frequency of patrols, and ensure that we do not miss any clues." Zhao Hongzhi, relying on his rich experience in handling cases, put forward very constructive suggestions.

"I agree with your point of view, but at the same time we must be extra cautious and make sure not to alert the enemy, so as to prevent Xie Xuan'an from escaping again." The US police responded that they knew that the key to this operation was to take the enemy by surprise and to hit the target with one strike.

After several days and nights of in-depth communication and repeated discussions, the capture plan was constantly improved and optimized. Finally, a nearly perfect capture plan was negotiated.

At this moment, Xie Xuan'an actually had a clear mind and knew clearly that danger was approaching step by step.

But he still stood calmly in a remote corner of the garden, seemingly pruning the branches leisurely.

The US police captured his figure through advanced surveillance systems.

"It's him! Absolutely!" the police officer in charge of surveillance shouted excitedly, with excitement of impending success in his voice.

Zhao Hongzhi and the American police acted quickly, approaching Xie Xuan'an as quietly as cheetahs.

Xie Xuan'an didn't move at all and continued to trim the branches in an orderly manner.

The moment he turned around, Zhao Hongzhi and the American police rushed forward at lightning speed and quickly and forcefully controlled him.

"Don't move! Xie Xuan'an, you are arrested!" Zhao Hongzhi shouted loudly, his voice majestic and firm.

Xie Xuan'an did not struggle, but said calmly: "What is coming will come." But there was still a trace of unwillingness in his eyes.

Finally, they successfully handcuffed Xie Xuan and took him to a police plane. Xie Xuan was locked in the plane, surrounded by police guards. He sat there in silence, his head bowed, lost in thought.

When other servants came running in panic and told Stantel with horrified faces that Xie Xuan'an was jointly arrested by Chinese and American police, he was concentrating on reading the documents.

Instantly, he felt like he was falling into an ice cellar, the documents in his hands fell to the ground, and he shouted, "This is impossible!" His eyes were instantly bloodshot, and his emotions completely exploded. Then he hurried over to defend Xie Xuan'an.

On Stentel's way, the wind was howling and the road was muddy, as if the whole world was hindering his steps. He was anxious and the scenes of his time with Xie Xuanan kept flashing in his mind.

But when he arrived, the police plane had already taken off, leaving him standing there alone, looking at the direction where the plane was going, shaky. The sky was covered with dark clouds, highlighting his loss.

After the plane flew away, Stantel stood there in a daze for a long time, his heart full of confusion, not knowing what to do.

Stentel knew very well that this was a Chinese case and that there was little he could do as an American.

He began to ask around for the contact information of professional lawyers, but this was not an easy task. Many well-known lawyers expressed their unwillingness to take over the case when they heard that it involved a transnational cult.

After much difficulty, I contacted a well-known lawyer in the industry, but he said that he needed to study the case materials in detail before he could give a preliminary analysis, and the fees were very high.

Stentel kept thinking.

He was constantly struggling with the legality and morality of his actions. On the one hand, he firmly believed that Xie Xuan'an was innocent, but on the other hand, he was afraid that his actions would violate the law.

Stentel dug deep into the reasons why he firmly believed Xie Xuan'an was innocent. Thinking back to the times they had spent together, Xie Xuan'an had never behaved in any unusual way.

When he approached potential lawyers, their cautious attitude and ambiguous answers made him even more anxious.

In the process of taking action, Stentel began to reflect on his status and influence, and realized that he did not have much advantage in such a transnational case.

There were also various voices from the outside world that disturbed him. Some people advised him to give up, while others ridiculed him.

But Stentel did not give up. He decided to continue looking for a reliable way, even if the hope was slim.