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

In April in Beijing, the nights were as cold as water. The cold crescent moon was half-hidden by dark clouds, and the silvery light it cast seemed weak. The narrow and dim alleys were like a sleeping giant python, winding through the ancient city.

Xie Xuan'an was wearing a black windbreaker, the corners of which fluttered gently in the breeze. His steps were slow and heavy, as if every step carried invisible pressure. The wind blew quietly, ruffling a few strands of hair on his forehead, and his indifferent eyes seemed even deeper in the shadows.

His hands were always in the pockets of his windbreaker, his fingers rubbing unconsciously. His brows were slightly furrowed, forming a shallow "川" character, and his thin lips were tightly pursed, as if he was secretly competing with the silent night.

The cold air flowed through the alley, occasionally bringing with it a few eerie noises that seemed to be the whispers of a demon hidden in the darkness.

Xie Xuan'an's heartbeat quickened slightly. Although he tried to maintain his calmness, the gloomy atmosphere stirred up a subtle wave in his heart. "This damn place." He cursed in his heart, but his steps did not stop at all.

At the same time, in an ancient and solemn mansion, wealthy businessman Lin Zhengxiong was dragging his tired body, preparing to end this long day.

His room was spacious and luxurious, with a dazzling crystal lamp emitting a soft light, but at this moment it was filled with an indescribable strange atmosphere. Lin Zhengxiong yawned lazily and rubbed his sore temples, not realizing the impending disaster.

In a hidden corner of the house, the murderer was hiding in the darkness with bated breath, his eyes flashing with coldness and determination, like a wolf in the dark night.

The murderer carefully set up an extremely complex and sophisticated mechanism on the ceiling of Lin Zhengxiong's room. It was a deadly trap woven from thin but extremely tough steel wires, one end of which was connected to a powerful spring device, and the other end was fixed with sharp spikes like swords. These mechanisms were cleverly hidden in the exquisite carvings on the ceiling, almost blending into the surrounding environment and difficult to detect.

When Lin Zhengxiong walked into the room carelessly, he triggered the secret mechanism that the murderer had set up at the door without any precautions. In an instant, the powerful spring, like an enraged beast, suddenly released amazing power, and the steel wire with the spikes stabbed downwards at lightning speed.

Lin Zhengxiong didn't even have time to let out a cry of surprise before the sharp thorn pierced into his body mercilessly. His eyes widened, almost popping out of their sockets, and his face was instantly filled with a twisted expression of pain and fear.

"Ah!" He screamed miserably, and his body fell straight to the ground like a felled tree. The bright red blood quickly dyed the expensive carpet under his feet like a flood.

The murderer was in a dark room far away, watching everything that happened in the room with a carefully designed remote control device. When he saw Lin Zhengxiong fall, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, revealing a cruel and smug smile. After confirming that Lin Zhengxiong had no chance of survival, he quietly disappeared into the darkness like a ghost.

The next morning, the sun tried hard to penetrate the thick haze, but it still could not dispel the thick fear that shrouded the house.

When Lin Zhengxiong's body was found, the room was in chaos. The detectives in charge of the case rushed to the scene quickly, their faces were as solemn as iron, and their eyes were full of doubts and vigilance.

"What is going on?" a young detective couldn't help but blurt out, with a slight tremor in his voice.

The experienced old detective frowned, his eyes sharp as torches, and carefully observed every corner of the scene inch by inch, "Don't panic yet, let's see if there are any clues."

There were no obvious signs of a fight at the scene. Only a mysterious infinity symbol was left on the snow-white wall. The lines were smooth and strange, as if it was a provocation deliberately left by the murderer.

"What does this symbol mean?" someone asked doubtfully.

Everyone was silent, lost in deep thought. The atmosphere at the scene was so depressing that it was almost impossible to breathe.

As the investigation progresses, they discover that Lin Zhengxiong's past hides many unknown secrets. On the surface, he is a successful businessman with unlimited glory, but in fact he is inextricably linked to a shocking commercial fraud case many years ago.

During the investigation, several suspects gradually surfaced like ghosts hiding in the darkness. Lin Zhengxiong's business competitors have always been jealous and resentful of him, hoping that he would fall soon; his subordinates once held a grudge against him because they were laid off without reason; even his wife, who had been neglected and betrayed for a long time, had a full motive to commit the crime.

For a time, the case was as complicated as a maze and was shrouded in a thick fog.

Xie Xuan'an, an outsider who had nothing to do with the case, was forced into this bizarre case at the invitation of veteran policeman Zhao Hongzhi.

Days passed in tension and anxiety, and two weeks had passed in the blink of an eye. On a gloomy afternoon, he stood quietly at the crime scene, his eyes cold and focused, like a falcon examining its territory. His eyes swept through every corner of the room inch by inch, not missing any tiny trace.

"This case is by no means a simple one." He whispered to himself, his voice low and hoarse, as if it had been honed by time.

Zhao Hongzhi stood aside, frowning, and said, "Xie Xuan'an, if it doesn't work, forget it."

Xie Xuan'an did not respond and was still immersed in his own thoughts.

Three days later, Xie Xuan'an rushed to various places that might be related to the case, trying to find the missing clues. During this period, other police officers were dissatisfied with and questioned his presence.

"Who is this person? Why is he always hanging around crime scenes?"

"I don't know, it seems that Captain Zhao found him, he should be very powerful, right?"

Xie Xuan turned a deaf ear and focused on his own investigation.

During the investigation, Lin Zhengxiong's nephew Lin Yu gradually became the focus of suspicion. Lin Yu was an idle young man who often quarreled with Lin Zhengxiong over money. Moreover, he had no clear alibi on the night of the incident.

A day later, Xie Xuan'an came to Lin Yu's residence. He knocked on the door, and Lin Yu's impatient voice came from inside: "Who is it?"

"I'm Xie Xuan'an, and I have some questions for you about the case."

After a moment of silence, the door slowly opened. Lin Yu looked flustered and uneasy, his eyes were wandering, and he didn't dare to look Xie Xuan'an in the eye.

The police have been coming to see Lin Yu these days, and he is really annoyed.

"I really didn't kill him!" Lin Yu shouted hysterically, his voice full of fear and despair. His body trembled unconsciously, and his hands clenched into fists.

Xie Xuan looked at him coldly, his eyes piercing his heart, "Where were you that night?"

Lin Yu stammered, "I...I was drinking outside."

However, just when everyone firmly believed that Lin Yu was the murderer, an unexpected turn of events suddenly occurred. After further in-depth investigation and careful evidence analysis, another week passed and the police in charge of the case announced new findings at a case discussion meeting.

"Through a detailed investigation of Lin Yu's activities that night, we found that although his whereabouts were suspicious, multiple witnesses confirmed that he was not at the crime scene at the critical time point. So, although Lin Yu is a suspect in the crime, he actually did not have the opportunity to successfully kill Lin Zhengxiong." said a young policeman.

The other police officers expressed their doubts: "Then this case is at a dead end again? Xie Xuan'an, an outsider, meddled in and didn't play any role."

Only Zhao Hongzhi remained silent. He looked at Xie Xuan'an with deep expectation in his eyes.

Xie Xuanan sat in the corner of the conference room, his brows furrowed like two tangled ropes. "Who is it?" He asked in his heart over and over again, the voice echoing in his empty mind. He clenched his hands into fists, his nails almost digging into his flesh.

Just when the case was deadlocked again and everyone was in despair, a new clue suddenly appeared like lightning. The murderer had committed a crime again, and this time the victim had a very close relationship with Lin Zhengxiong. New clues were left at the crime scene, but these clues were like puzzles that made people feel confused, and the whole case became more complicated and confusing.

He took a deep breath, tried to calm himself down, and decided to sort out all the clues again. Even if it was like looking for a needle in a haystack, he must find the real culprit.

Just as Xie Xu'an was trying his best to find clues, an even more shocking reversal occurred. When the police reviewed the previous evidence, they found an overlooked detail - Lin Zhengxiong's wife actually bought a huge amount of insurance before the incident, and the beneficiary was herself. Moreover, by investigating her call records, it was found that she frequently contacted a mysterious number before and after the incident.

This discovery shocked everyone, and the direction of the case became more and more confusing. Xie Xuan'an's eyes flashed with determination, and he knew that the real battle had just begun.

Zhao Hongzhi patted Xie Xuan'an on the shoulder, giving him silent encouragement.