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

As winter approaches, the night wind becomes increasingly bitter, howling like the wails of resentful ghosts outside the auditorium on the outskirts of Paris.

The joint investigation team led by Zhao Hongzhi stood side by side with the French police and walked towards this huge and mysterious auditorium with trepidation and expectation.

However, when they slowly stepped into the auditorium, a dead silence hit them; the place was already empty.

Although the auditorium still retains traces of its former luxury, its emptiness and silence seem to devour one's soul.

The dim lights flickered, casting long, ghostly shadows, making the entire space seem even darker and more desolate.

There is a faint scent of perfume floating in the air, like a mournful ghost, quietly telling of the prosperity that once existed here.

They moved cautiously, each step was filled with caution and uneasiness, carefully checking every corner, not leaving out even a speck of dust.

But the result was disappointing. All traces here were wiped out completely, leaving no valuable clues.

Even the monitoring equipment that was supposed to record key information seemed to be controlled by an invisible magic hand. The screen was pitch black, and the occasional flashing snowflakes were like strange mockery from the depths of darkness, sending chills down people's spines.

The sun and his followers seemed to have evaporated from the face of the earth, disappearing without a trace, as if they had never existed in this world.

Zhao Hongzhi frowned, as if a huge rock was pressing on his heart, and his mind was filled with doubts and anxieties intertwined like a spider web.

"Captain Zhao, this is too clean. There are no clues at all. What should we do?"

Xiao Wang said with a trembling voice, his face was as pale as paper and beads of sweat the size of beans kept rolling down his forehead.

"Don't panic, keep looking, and you will find it eventually." Zhao Hongzhi answered with forced calmness, but his clenched fists trembled slightly, revealing his inner nervousness.

Xiao Li held the electric baton, his hands shaking constantly: "This place is eerie, and I feel a chill on my back."

At this moment, someone was searching the ground outside the auditorium and shouted in fear: "Captain Zhao, there are tire tracks here!"

Zhao Hongzhi hurried over upon hearing the noise, staring at the tire tracks with a frown, lost in thought: "Where does this lead to? Could it be related to this case?"

"That should be it? This is the only clue at the moment." Xiao Li's voice was uncertain, his eyes full of worry and fear.

"No matter what, let's check along the tire tracks first." Zhao Hongzhi gritted his teeth and said decisively.

The group followed the tire tracks, and the road became increasingly rugged and difficult to travel on.

The scenery on both sides became increasingly desolate, as if forgotten by the world.

With every step forward, the team members felt increasingly depressed, not knowing what truth was waiting for them.

Finally, they came to a huge cemetery.

The cemetery was surrounded by lush and deep trees. In the dark night, the outlines of those trees were like dark beasts with bared fangs and claws, emitting a terrifying and eerie atmosphere.

The fog was like thick milk, filling every corner of the cemetery and blurring people's vision.

The tombstone is covered with moss and vines, as if telling the vicissitudes of time and the impermanence of life.

Everyone held electric batons and walked carefully into the cemetery, walking very slowly as if they were afraid of awakening the sleeping evil spirits.

The ground under their feet was damp and soft, and every step made a heart-pounding sound, as if the earth was whispering in protest against their intrusion.

From time to time, the shrill cries of night owls could be heard around, breaking the silence of the night sky and making people feel creepy.

The light from the electric stick was weak and powerless in the darkness, and could only illuminate a small area in front of us. Suddenly, someone found a piece of land that had been dug.

"What's going on?" Xiao Li's voice trembled and his legs shook like sieves.

Zhao Hongzhi walked closer to check, his face solemn: "Be careful, this place is not a normal burial area for coffins, it is very suspicious."

Everyone gathered around, facing the excavated land, looking at each other, hesitant. But as investigators with a mission, they had to uncover the truth behind it.

"We have to dig it up and see." Zhao Hongzhi finally made up his mind. His eyes were firm, but beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.

The team members brought digging tools.

They began to dig carefully, and every shovel of soil they dug seemed to unveil a mysterious veil.

The sound of shoveling earth was particularly clear in the silent cemetery, as if it was the heavy breathing coming from deep within the earth.

Suddenly a cold wind blew, blowing up the fallen leaves on the ground, making a rustling sound, which made people feel nervous.

Time passed, the digging work was slow and difficult. After a long time, someone shoveled something hard.

"There really is something under the soil."

As the dirt gradually decreased, the outline of a coffin began to emerge. Everyone's heartbeats suddenly accelerated, as if they were about to burst out of their throats, and their hands became more cautious.

The coffin was finally revealed in its entirety. Its surface was covered with mottled marks, like wrinkles of time. Some strange symbols were looming, which made people feel chilly.

Zhao Hongzhi and his team members looked at each other and saw deep fear and firm determination in each other's eyes. They knew that the next decision would determine the direction of the entire investigation.

"Should we open it?" Xiao Wang's voice trembled slightly, and his body unconsciously took a few steps back.

Zhao Hongzhi took a deep breath and nodded: "Open it."

They worked together to slowly open the coffin lid, and a rotten smell came like a bad wave. In the dim light, they saw a person lying quietly in the coffin.

"What's going on? Is it related to the case?" Xiao Li's voice trembled and he covered his mouth with his hands.

Zhao Hongzhi walked closer to check: "Be careful, don't move."

Just then, a team member said curiously: "Could this be related to Sun and the others? I'll go up and see the color of this man's eyes."

Zhao Hongzhi scolded: "Don't disrespect the deceased, don't move!"

But the team member refused to listen and went forward to pry open the dead man's eyes.

Then the electric baton in the team member's hand fell to the ground with a "snap". He stepped back in horror, his voice filled with extreme fear: "Police officer, Captain Zhao Zhao Zhao, he he is the sun!"

Zhao Hongzhi's heart suddenly shrank, and countless questions raged in his mind like a storm. If this was really the sun, then why was he lying here?

Was he murdered or was there something else going on?

And has their follow-up investigation fallen into an elaborately designed trap from the very beginning?

At this moment, the cry of the night owl became even more shrill, as if foreshadowing that a greater disaster was about to come.