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

In this corner of the city filled with a strange and eerie atmosphere, Xie Xuan dragged his heavy steps and walked into the rental house located in the dilapidated city area.

As soon as I stepped into the house, a strong smell of decay hit my nose. The mottled mold spots on the walls were like scars left by the years, silently telling the vicissitudes of the past.

Every morning, the creaking broken bed always woke Xie Xuan'an up from a tired sleep.

He always bought a one-dollar steamed bun from the street with a blank expression and had a hasty breakfast.

At noon, he still had no expression on his face. He mechanically chewed dry steamed buns with soybean paste, his eyes filled with endless fatigue and confusion.

At night, a heart full of worries hung over him like a thick haze, which often made him lose his appetite and choose not to eat.

Xie Xuan'an was wandering around the city like a ghost. One day, he overheard a few elderly people whispering in a corner.

"Hey, have you heard? Things are not peaceful over there recently." An old lady frowned, looking nervous.

"Yes, it's really not peaceful. I always hear them talking about something, ghosts and gods." The old man shook his head, his face full of confusion.

"Oh, that might be a cult. I heard from young people that cults don't sound like a good thing." The aunt added in a low voice.

"That's right. Hey, stop talking nonsense. Let's go first." The uncle looked around vigilantly and hurriedly pulled the aunt away.

Xie Xuan'an listened silently for a while, and his heart was filled with ripples. He felt that the cult that the grandpa and the woman talked about seemed to be inextricably linked to his brother's disappearance.

He forgot to bring his razor, and the stubble on his chin grew wildly like weeds. His face became increasingly haggard, and the thick dark circles under his eyes seemed to be stained with ink. He looked listless and his expression became increasingly depressed.

That day, Xie Xuan was once again ready to leave the police station in disappointment. At this moment of despair, Zhao Hongzhi appeared before him. Zhao Hongzhi had just arrived here and was tasked with jointly handling cases with the local police and eradicating the cult organization.

Seeing Xie Xuan'an's haggard appearance, Zhao Hongzhi was shocked at first, not understanding why Xie Xuan'an looked so haggard. Then he began to doubt his motives for appearing here.

When Xie Xuan'an saw Zhao Hongzhi, he was like a drowning man grabbing a life-saving straw, and said anxiously: "Captain Zhao, my brother is in high school here, he is missing, I asked for leave to come and look for him, if you have time, you must help me."

After hearing this, Zhao Hongzhi comforted her: "This matter is quite complicated. Don't worry too much. Trust the police. I believe your brother will be safe."

Xie Xuan'an left the police station dejectedly, his back looking lonely and desperate in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As the days passed, Xie Xuan felt that everything around him was becoming more and more strange.

Back in the shabby rental house, his diet was completely irregular. Sometimes, he would eat normally, but more often, he would either have no appetite or eat voraciously. One day, he even pulled the steamed buns into various strange shapes and stuffed them into his mouth, but there was no joy on his face, only an almost numb expression.

He used a razor blade that he bought for a few cents to shave the stubble on his chin. His skin was scratched and blood oozed out, but he seemed not to notice and stared ahead with empty eyes.

A mouse was scurrying on the ground, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed it, with a ferocious look on his face.

"Damn it, you're the only one hanging around me every day. Are you sick? Can't you see how sad I am?"

He cruelly cut the rat with a blade and watched the blood flow out.

"Who are you? Who am I? Are you me? Am I you? You are not me, and I am not you. Get out of my body, get out of my body, get out of my body. Please don't do this anymore. I beg you."

At night, there was often a strange creaking sound from the bed in the room. It turned out that he kept turning over the bottom of the bed, staring at the insects that were fleeing, sometimes laughing wildly, sometimes silent.

He often sat on the bed, staring blankly at the closet as if he had lost his soul. Once, he couldn't help opening the closet, casually put on a shabby piece of clothing, walked back and forth in front of the mirror, muttering something, but he couldn't hear what he was saying.

He always talked to himself in front of the mirror, sometimes laughing, sometimes crying. Others could not hear his words clearly, but could only feel his inner pain and struggle from his distorted expression and uncontrolled movements.

Xie Xuan'an walked step by step into the abyss of mental disorder in this dark rental house. However, in the deepest part of his heart, he always had a faint hope of finding his brother. This hope was like a candle in the wind, shaky and yet burning tenaciously.

Xie Xuan'an was alone in the room, sometimes as quiet as a sculpture, and sometimes he suddenly jumped up and behaved more and more crazily.

He sat quietly beside the bed with a dull look in his eyes. Suddenly, he stood up and began to walk around the room frantically, muttering to himself, "Where am I? What am I doing?" After turning around a few times, he fell to his knees and kowtowed to the air, shouting, "Please, let me go, let my brother go."

Then he crawled under the bed, got on all fours like a dog, holding a broken shoe in his mouth, and said incoherently: "This is my treasure, no one can take it away." Then he threw the shoe away and laughed.

After a while, he stood in front of the mirror, painted his face with paint that he had found from somewhere, made himself colorful, and winked at the mirror: "Look at me, how beautiful, how good-looking."

"Haha, you are so cute."

Suddenly, his expression turned fierce, his eyes widened, and he grabbed his hair with both hands: "Brother, have you been watching me in the dark? Are you playing a trick on me? Why do you treat me like this?"

After a moment of silence, he began to dance again, picked up a dust broom as a sword, waved it in the air, and shouted: "I want to fight, I want to defeat you devils, give me back my brother!"

After saying this, he collapsed to the ground, his eyes sometimes confused, sometimes crazy, and he kept muttering: "Who am I? Is this body still mine? Who is controlling me?"

Xie Xuan'an grabbed the pillow again and smashed it against the wall frantically, roaring, "Stop making noise, stop making noise!" Then, he wrapped himself in the quilt, rolled around like a silkworm cocoon, muttering to himself, "I want to hide, no one can find me." When he was tired of tossing and turning, he sat on the ground blankly, his eyes empty, and no one knew what he was thinking.

Xie Xuan'an suddenly rushed to the closet, pulled out all the worn-out clothes inside, put them on, and jumped around the room like a funny scarecrow, humming a tuneless tune.

He picked up the cup of water on the table, poured the water on his head, and then shook his hair, splashing water everywhere, shouting as he shook his hair: "Rain, rain, I want to sprout."

Then, he lay on the ground and imitated the frog's jumping, croaking as he jumped. When he was tired of jumping, he lay on the ground gasping for breath, and then laughed neurotically.

Then he saw the crack in the wall and stretched his eyes over it, shouting, "Brother, are you in there? Come home with me."

“Hahahaha…hahahahahahahaha…hahahahahahahaha, all of you die, all of you die, you…you are all lying to me…”