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

On a brand new day, when Xie Xuanan slowly woke up from his drowsiness, he saw Yi Shou's cold and gloomy eyes like an ice cave. Yi Shou sat quietly on the bench.

Xie Xuan'an felt as if his head was fiercely pierced by countless steel needles, and the severe pain came like a raging tide. He instinctively shook his head violently, trying to dispel the tormenting pain. He always felt as if he had forgotten something, but it seemed to be something unimportant.

Yikari prepared breakfast in silence, which was just a bowl of light millet porridge and a few dull-colored side dishes.

Xie Xuan'an was as weak as a dying candle, and he struggled to sit up on the bed.

Xie Xuan'an vaguely felt that his condition had worsened.

He held the spoon with trembling hands, and every time he put the porridge into his mouth it was as if he was moving a huge rock; his movements were slow and difficult.

His brows were furrowed, his face distorted in pain, and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down his forehead like rain and dripped into the thin porridge.

Yi Shou stood there like a lifeless sculpture, staring blankly, with no emotion on his face, as if Xie Xuan'an's pain had nothing to do with him.

After dinner, Yikari said coldly, "I'm going to school."

The voice seemed particularly cold in this quiet room, without any warmth at all.

After Yi Shou left, Xie Xuan'an lay alone on the bed, looking at the ceiling, his eyes full of confusion and anxiety.

This dark room, the dilapidated walls, the messy furnishings, everything seemed so cold and alienated. He secretly made up his mind to find a way to escape from this place and not be trapped like this.

He tried to get up, but found that his body was too weak to move at all. Every time he exerted force, he fell deeper into the abyss of despair.

That feeling of powerlessness was like an invisible giant hand, ruthlessly pressing him back onto the bed, making it difficult for him to break free.

At this moment, a group of tall and mighty strangers rushed in like wolves. They all wore sunglasses, and although the black lenses covered their eyes, they could not hide the chilling aura emanating from their bodies.

Xie Xuan'an was so shocked by the sudden intrusion that his body stiffened, and fear instantly spread throughout his body like an electric current.

At this time, Xie Xuan'an was still wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown. The loose clothes hung on his thin body, making him look even weaker. He was dragged away by the group of men in black, but every small step he took was like crossing a deep abyss, which was extremely difficult.

Upon seeing this, those people mercilessly pushed him into the newly brought wheelchair and hurriedly pushed him away.

Xie Xuan'an's eyes were ruthlessly covered, and the world instantly fell into endless darkness.

He only felt that he was roughly stuffed into a narrow and cramped space, and then, the deafening roar of the engine suddenly exploded in his ears. The strong vibration and huge noise made his heart beat rapidly, and fear grew in his heart like weeds.

When the blindfold was roughly pulled off, he found himself in the cabin of a private plane, everything around him was strange and frightening. The luxurious decoration and advanced equipment could not bring him any peace of mind.

The plane was like an arrow shot from a bow, speeding towards Russia. During the long flight, Xie Xuan'an's heart was always hanging high, and it was difficult to let go. The white clouds outside the window flew by quickly, but they could not take away his inner anxiety.

Finally, the plane landed on this vast land.

As soon as he got off the plane, the biting cold wind rushed over like an evil spirit, instantly penetrating the thin hospital gown on Xie Xuan'an. His thin body trembled violently involuntarily, and his teeth chattered uncontrollably.

Every breath he took was icy and stinging, as if it was going to freeze his lungs.

A well-trained bodyguard quickly handed over a thick cotton-padded jacket as if he had received an order that could not be disobeyed. Xie Xuan'an slowly raised his hands, which were almost numb from the cold, and wanted to take the cotton-padded jacket.

But his movements were as slow and weak as a puppet. His fingers were as stiff as dead branches. He finally grabbed a corner of the cotton jacket and then struggled to put it on his trembling body.

He was then taken to a magnificent building that looked like a castle.

He sat in a wheelchair, extremely terrified, and was pushed up several stairs with difficulty. With each step he climbed, his heart trembled, as if he was walking towards an unknown hell.

He was placed in a spacious and luxurious room, every corner of which showed unparalleled refinement and luxury.

The dazzling crystal chandelier exudes a dreamy light, and the precious carpet is so soft that it seems to make people sink deeply into it. The soft big bed is as comfortable as a cloud, and the soft bedding seems to silently lure him into a sweet dream.

However, at this moment he could not feel the comfort at all, because the wounds on his body were like a ruthless demon that could not make him comfortable, but this environment was much better than the Ikari family, and he knew he should not be picky again.

Every night, he tossed and turned in endless pain.

The moonlight shone through the gaps in the gorgeous curtains onto his pale, haggard face, but it could not bring the slightest warmth or comfort.

He stared at the ceiling, his thoughts in a tangled mess, trying his best to recall every detail of the past, trying to find a clue to explain his current tragic situation.

The daylight shone on his face through the gaps in the gorgeous curtains, but it could not dispel the gloom in his heart.

Every day, a professional doctor would come on time to treat his wounds carefully.

The doctor's steps were steady and gentle, but each step was like a heavy hammer hitting Xie Xuan'an's heart, making him so nervous that his breathing became rapid.

When the doctor's hand gently touched his wound, at that moment, it seemed as if countless steel needles pierced his skin at the same time. He trembled with pain and his body involuntarily curled up into a ball.

The doctor's expression was serious and focused, his eyes revealing concern and professionalism. He gently comforted Xie Xuan'an, trying to make him relax, but the pain that penetrated deep into his bones made Xie Xuan'an unable to obey.

For Xie Xuan, the time for three meals a day is also a special kind of torture.

The table was filled with sumptuous food, and the exquisite tableware sparkled brightly under the light. However, the Russian diet was far from the taste he was familiar with. The rich cream, heavy meat and unique spices made his taste buds feel strange and uncomfortable. Although the appearance of the food was impeccable, he found it difficult to swallow.

But it seemed that the owner here had taken special care of it, and the kitchen would prepare light Chinese meals for him.

Whenever the familiar fragrance wafts over, Xie Xuan'an always feels touched and expectant.

The fragrant vegetable porridge has soft and glutinous rice grains, and the fragrance of vegetables is perfectly integrated into it, giving you a taste of home in every bite.

The fresh and tender steamed tofu, like flawless white jade, melts in the mouth. The delicate taste makes his tongue feel the long-lost tenderness.

The refreshing cold cucumber salad, with its crisp texture and just the right seasoning, brought a hint of freshness to his taste buds.

Despite these thoughtfully prepared Chinese meals, the strangeness of being in a foreign country still followed him, making him feel extremely lonely and confused.

He often sat alone by the bed, looking out the window at the distant sky, his mind wandering. He really didn't understand why he was chosen. If his family found out he was missing, they would definitely call the police. It was really inexplicable, coming to this country he had never been to before in such an embarrassing state again.

Every unfamiliar face and every word of Russian that he didn't understand filled his heart with fear.

He didn't know whether the owner of this place was kind or malicious towards him, and he didn't know where his fate would go.

The night wind blew in through the gaps in the window, bringing a hint of coolness that made him hug his arms tightly.

During this long wait, Xie Xuan'an was in great pain.

He desperately wanted to solve the mystery as soon as possible, get rid of the fear of the unknown, and return to his familiar life.

However, at this moment, he could only endure the double pain of body and mind alone in this luxurious yet cold room, silently waiting for the arrangement of fate.

As the days passed, Xie Xuan'an's health gradually improved under the careful care of the doctors, and his wounds began to heal slowly. But the doubts and fears in his heart did not diminish at all, but became heavier as time went by.