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

In that dim and messy room, the strong smell of old decay, like layers of heavy curtains, slowly but firmly attacked people. In the air, the dust particles visible to the naked eye seemed to solidify, making every breath like dragging a heavy yoke, difficult and sluggish.

Yi Shou had no expression on his face, and he carried the injured Xie Xuan'an roughly, step by step towards the brand new bed that was out of tune with the surrounding environment. His steps were steady and ruthless, as if Xie Xuan'an was just a weightless object.

Finally, Yi Shou's hand loosened, and Xie Xuan'an's body fell straight down. There was a dull "bang", which was particularly shocking in the silent room. The mattress sank slightly, as if it could not withstand the sudden heavy blow.

This unexpected fall caused Xie Xuan'an's already severely injured body to tremble violently, as if he was being rubbed fiercely by an invisible giant hand. He subconsciously curled up his body, his movements were slow and painful, and every time he twisted his body, he felt deeply powerless, trying to relieve the severe pain that erupted like a volcanic eruption.

He felt the wound on his back as if it was torn open by a pair of ruthless hands. A piercing pain suddenly hit him like a tide. He could no longer hold back and groaned in pain. At this moment, a trace of anger flashed in Xie Xuan'an's eyes. The anger was like a burning flame, but it was suppressed by the severe pain in his body. He could only glare at Yi Shou fiercely.

Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead one by one, and each drop of sweat seemed to carry his pain and helplessness. The sweat drops fell on the bedside, quickly spreading a small patch of moisture, and the wet traces were like the despair that gradually spread in his heart.

At this moment, he was a little fuzzy due to the serious injury, and could only instinctively make weak, intermittent groans. Before he could recover from the pain, Yikari's cold hand had already reached for his clothes impatiently.

In panic, Xie Xuan'an struggled to raise his weak and trembling arm to try to block it. This struggle made his arm, which was already in extreme pain, feel as if it was pierced by countless steel needles at the same time. The pain instantly intensified and he almost fainted.

But he still held back and shouted with all his might: "What are you doing?" His voice was weak and hoarse, as if it came from a distant place. There was a bit of anger in the voice, but it seemed so powerless.

Ikari looked serious, expressionless and indifferent as he said: "The wound has broken open, I will help you disinfect and bandage it." His tone was as calm as if he was talking about today's weather, as if this was just an ordinary task.

Yi Shou began to treat Xie Xuan'an's wound, and every movement seemed slow and solemn. He first gently wiped the wound on Xie Xuan'an's leg, and the fresh blood oozing from the wound was shocking. Every time he touched it, Xie Xuan'an trembled in pain, clenched his teeth, and made a slight inhalation sound. Although Yi Shou's movements were as gentle as possible, the severity of the wound made the process still painful.

After applying the medicine to the belly, the hideous wounds on the tight abdominal muscles seemed to tell of the tragic experience before. Yikari frowned slightly, and a trace of imperceptible pity flashed in his eyes, but soon returned to indifference.

Finally, the wound was treated. Yi Shou put away the medicine and gauze, sat aside, and continued to stare at Xie Xuan'an, with complex emotions in his eyes.

Night fell silently like a huge piece of black silk. The room was shrouded in a thick, inky darkness, as if it was tightly covered by a huge, cold black hand, leaving no gap.

Only the faint moonlight, struggling to penetrate the tattered curtains, sparingly sprinkled in a few dim rays of light. The light was so weak that it seemed that it would be swallowed up by the darkness at any time.

Ikari prepared a meal that looked nutritious: soft and tender chicken soup with bits of oil floating on the surface, fresh and crisp vegetables with crystal water droplets on them, and soft, glutinous, and sweet rice that gave off a faint heat.

Xie Xuan'an looked at the food in front of him, his heart full of resistance, but hunger still drove him to taste a few bites. The food was beyond his expectations, and even tasted better than what he cooked, but he still didn't say a word.

Yi Shou said nothing the whole time, just looked at Xie Xuan'an quietly. Seeing that Xie Xuan'an stopped eating, he quietly took away the leftovers.

The night seemed particularly long and difficult. Yi Shou sat on the hard bench, staring at Xie Xuan'an on the bed without relaxing for a moment.

Xie Xuan'an was tossed and turned by the gaze that was like a thorn in his back, and it was difficult for him to fall asleep. Every time he turned over, he could feel the pressure of Yi Shou's gaze, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

Xie Xuan'an turned over and secretly observed Yi Shou, wondering what his purpose was.

He looked around from time to time and found that the room was covered with thick dust and there were spider webs in the corners. The spider webs were flashing strangely in the faint moonlight.

It didn't look like someone had lived there for a long time. He couldn't help but guess that this might not be the room where Yikari usually lived. This strangeness and uncertainty made him even more uneasy, as if he was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand.

Xie Xuan'an was wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, and he looked weak and haggard, but it was still difficult to hide his originally handsome figure. But at this moment, his eyes had lost their former brilliance, replaced by deep fatigue and fear.

Xie Xuan'an couldn't stand Yi Shou's gaze that followed him everywhere, and finally couldn't help asking, "Why don't you sleep?"

Yi Shou replied coldly: "There is only this one bed in my house. If you sleep on it, I will have no place to sleep."

Xie Xuan'an finally woke up from his dream, recalling that the house was indeed small and cramped, as if it really only had one bedroom and one living room. But this small space made him feel extremely depressed, as if it was squeezing and deforming his soul.

Suddenly, Yi Shou stood up and picked up Xie Xuan'an, his movements were swift and sudden.

Xie Xuan'an shouted in horror: "What are you doing!" He tried to resist, his voice trembling with fear, but he was injured and weak, and was easily stopped by Yi Shou.

Ikari put him on his left side and lay down on the bed.

Xie Xuan'an's body was tense and his mind was full of vigilance. Yi Shou leaned very close to him and whispered, "Xu'an, now I can sleep peacefully."

Xie Xuan lay there stiffly, feeling the slight pain in his body. The pain was like countless small insects gnawing at his nerves.

His eyes were as dead as dead water, staring at a certain darkness. The darkness seemed to swallow him up, making him feel endless despair.

Finally, he couldn't help but secretly shed tears.

"Are you crying?" Yi Shou reached out and touched Xie Xuan'an's face, his movements rough and urgent.

Xie Xuan'an felt like he was going crazy. He struggled desperately, trying to get rid of Yi Shou's touch.

Yi Shou was still wiping his tears rudely, and Xie Xuan'an's face was somewhat deformed by the squeeze.

Xie Xuan felt the temperature behind him, the temperature of his breath, and the temperature of his fingers rubbing against his face, which made him feel extremely sick. This excessive intimacy made him feel physically sick and wanted to vomit.

The feeling gradually became hotter and hotter, and Xie Xuan'an felt as if struck by lightning, and his eyes became dizzy.

His thoughts began to become confused, and the pride and self-esteem he once had were completely shattered at this moment. He felt like he had fallen into an endless abyss and could not find a way out.

His breathing became rapid, and every breath seemed like a struggle, as if trying to break through the restraints in his chest.

The heartbeat was particularly clear in the silent room, and every heartbeat was accompanied by deep fear, as if it was a countdown to death.

The person who once shone brightly during his college years is now trapped in this narrow, cramped and dilapidated house.

The brave man who once saved nearly a hundred abducted women is now trapped in this cramped house, suffering merciless abuse.

Once upon a time, the man who had fought bravely and fought his way through a crowd of thousands with a strong physique, now became like a useless person and could only be manipulated by others.

There was a strong murderous intent in his eyes, but suddenly.

Xie Xuan'an's eyes became empty and he slowly lowered his eyelids. He seemed to have lost all sense of his surroundings, and he fell into a state of chaos, almost mentally collapsed.