The book-crossing case happened! The villains all want me to go to jail
Chapter 40 Weird Daily Life Am I Crazy?
The case was finally solved. Zhao Hongzhi walked towards Xie Xuan'an with a grateful look on his face and held his hand tightly. "Xu'an, this time it's all thanks to you. If it weren't for your keen insight and professional analysis, this case might not have been so easy to solve."
Xie Xuan'an nodded slightly, his face still showing that calm expression, as if he was wearing a cold mask, "It's my duty, no need to thank me."
As soon as he finished speaking, Xie Xuan turned and left. His slender figure was wrapped in a black coat, like a ghostly silhouette. The cold wind whistled past, like the howl of a devil, blowing up the corners of his clothes crazily, and the corners of his clothes fluttered in the wind, just like a magic flag dancing wildly in the darkness.
Zhao Hongzhi looked at his receding figure, and suddenly a strange and complicated feeling surged in his heart. The night was as dark as ink, and the streets outside the police station were as empty as a corner forgotten by the world. Only a few dim street lamps emitted a faint and strange light, as if it was the light from the underworld. The cold wind rolled up the fallen leaves on the ground, rustling them, and the sound was like a ghost's whisper, as if telling some unspeakable secret.
Zhao Hongzhi couldn't help but think to himself: Xie Xuan'an's performance in this case was perfect, but why does he always give people an elusive feeling? His eyes hidden under his bangs always seem to hide a bottomless secret. Is there something else he hasn't told me? Is he helping to solve the case this time just because of my request, or is he inextricably linked to these things? He is so mysterious, is there an unknown purpose behind him? But as soon as this thought came up, Zhao Hongzhi immediately denied himself in his heart. He tried to convince himself that if he hadn't strongly requested, Xie Xuan'an would not have been involved in this case at all.
However, once the seed of doubt was planted, it took root in Zhao Hongzhi's heart and spread wildly. He looked at Xie Xuan'an's back gradually disappearing at the end of the darkness. The figure merged with the darkness, becoming more and more mysterious, as if it would be completely swallowed up by the darkness at any time. Zhao Hongzhi sighed deeply, not knowing whether it was because of the coldness of the night like a piercing icicle, or because of the tangled inner entanglement like a tangled mess.
The wind was still blowing mercilessly, ruffling Zhao Hongzhi's hair and his heart, as if the wind was a curse from the underworld.
In the afternoon, the lazy sunlight slanted through the window of the classroom, like the fingers of a ghost, coldly sprinkling on Xie Xuan'an's desk. He sat by the window, his eyes dull and empty, staring straight at the blackboard, as if it was not the teacher's blackboard writing, but a strange and twisted picture of hell. The teacher's passionate explanation, to him, was like an ethereal sound coming from the distant underworld, and it was difficult to stir up the slightest ripple in his heart. Recently, he has always been entangled in an indescribable feeling of fatigue, as if he was tightly shrouded by an invisible and heavy haze, and it was difficult to break free. The haze seemed to have life, eroding his soul bit by bit.
In class, Xie Xuan'an unconsciously tapped the table with his fingers. The rhythm was slow and irregular, as if it was a drum beat from the depths of hell. His deskmate turned his head curiously, his eyes full of confusion, "Xuan'an, what's wrong with you?" However, he seemed to have heard nothing and had no reaction, his eyes still wandering in the unknown horror distance. Sometimes, his eyes would suddenly become fierce and sharp, like the eyes of a hungry wolf, and he would mutter to himself in a low voice. The vague words floated in the air, like the devil's spell, making the students around him prick up their ears, but they couldn't hear what he was saying. The next moment, the fierceness receded like a tide, and he returned to his previous dull and lifeless appearance, as if his soul had been instantly pulled away.
After class, Xie Xuan'an walked alone to the library. His steps were a little stiff, like a puppet controlled by invisible strings. When he passed by his classmates, he ignored their enthusiastic greetings. He was like a lonely ghost, immersed in his own dark world. As he walked, he would suddenly rush into the grass by the roadside without warning, rummaging around with his hands, his face sometimes anxious, sometimes ferocious, as if he was looking for the key to hell. After a while, he stood up as if nothing had happened, patted the dust off his body, and continued to move forward, as if the crazy scene just now had never happened.
In the library, Xie Xuanan found a secluded corner and sat down. He slowly opened a book, but his eyes stayed on the same page for a long time, without turning the pages for a long time. The classmates around him occasionally cast curious and slightly worried glances at him, but he seemed not to notice, just staring blankly at the pages of the book, not knowing what he was thinking. Suddenly, without any warning, he raised his head and laughed. The laughter seemed particularly abrupt and harsh in the quiet library, like the scream of a night owl, startling the people around him and making them look sideways with horror. But in a flash, he suddenly became quiet as if he was cast under a spell, and his face regained its dead calmness, as if the creepy laughter just now did not come from his mouth.
When the night slowly fell like ink, Xie Xuanan slowly stood up and left the library as if waking up from a dream. The cold moonlight sprinkled on him like water, casting a thin and twisted shadow on the ground, looking lonely and weird, as if he was a messenger from the underworld. His steps were neither fast nor slow, as if the hustle and bustle of this world had nothing to do with him.
On an ordinary day, in the dormitory, Yi Shou sat on a chair, staring at Xie Xuan'an who was sorting clothes. He frowned slightly and said with concern: "Xuan, I always feel that something is not right with you recently." Xie Xuan'an paused slightly, but did not look up or answer. He just pursed his lips lightly, as if those pursed lips were suppressing some terrible secret.
Su Yi also came over when he heard the voice, his eyes full of worry, "Yeah, Xuan'an, have you encountered any difficulties? Tell us." Xie Xuan'an remained silent, just shook his head gently, and continued to tidy up the clothes in his hands, with no expression on his face, as if he was a frozen mask.
Another day, in the noisy cafeteria, Zhao Heng, carrying a tray, saw Xie Xuan'an sitting alone in the corner among the crowd. He walked over quickly, sat down opposite him, and said anxiously and concernedly: "Brother, you haven't been in a good state recently, what's going on?" Xie Xuan'an slowly raised his head and glanced at him indifferently. His eyes were so empty that they seemed to be able to suck a person's soul in. Then he lowered his head and continued to eat his meal without saying a word.
One day later, on a quiet path on campus, Wen Jing ran into Xie Xuan'an by chance. He stepped forward to block his way and said anxiously, "Xie Xuan'an, everyone is saying that you've been acting weird lately. What's wrong with you?" Xie Xuan'an's eyes dodged for a moment, and still did not answer. He just silently quickened his pace and hurried away, leaving Wen Jing standing there, his face full of confusion and worry, and that worry seemed to have condensed into substantial mist.
At certain moments, Xie Xuan'an's mind was completely blank, with no memory of the time when those strange behaviors occurred. This lack of memory made him feel deeply uneasy and fearful, as if an invisible black hand was manipulating everything and stealing his memory. He racked his brains to try to recall those fragments, but it was as if he was facing an invisible wall and couldn't break through. He didn't know what he had done during those moments when he lost consciousness, nor did he understand why such a situation occurred. The anxiety in his heart followed him like a shadow, like an invisible big hand, tightly strangling his throat, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.
Late one night, in the dark dormitory, when everyone else was asleep, Xie Xuan was lying alone on the bed, covering his face with his hands, feeling increasingly anxious.
"Am I...crazy..."
However, no one noticed that at this moment, the corners of his mouth could not help but rise slightly, which looked particularly strange in the darkness. The smile seemed to come from the depths of hell, revealing endless gloom and terror.
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