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

In the middle of the night in the city, Xie Xuan'an shuttled through the dark streets like a ghost. He was wearing a long black windbreaker, and the corners of his clothes fluttered slightly in the wind, adding a bit of mystery and coldness. His steps were firm and fast, with a clear goal in mind, like a walker in the dark, who knew this maze-like road very well.

His figure appeared and disappeared in the shadows, and his narrow eyes were occasionally illuminated by the fire in the distance for a moment, then quickly extinguished and disappeared into the darkness, like a cold star in the cold night, flashing a cold light.

After a long time, a blazing fire suddenly appeared in an open space in the distance. The fire shot up into the sky, illuminating half of the night sky. At the same time, noisy scolding drifted in with the wind, mixed with anger, fear and fanaticism, sounding extremely chaotic.

Xie Xuanan stopped and stared at the fire from a distance. His eyes did not waver at all, as if everything in front of him was within his expectations.

He probably already knew in his heart that this was the evil fire used by the cult to offer sacrifices to the gods. Those fanatical believers were preparing to perform a sinful ritual.

The shadow looked at the fire coldly, with no expression on his face. He just silently took out his phone from his pocket and quickly and accurately typed a paragraph of text, describing the location and general situation of the fire in detail. Then, he raised his phone and took a clear photo. Then, he sent this information to Zhao Hongzhi in the form of an anonymous text message.

At this time, Zhao Hongzhi was nervously organizing the police officers to start an investigation based on the information provided by Xie Xuan'an. Suddenly, the notification sound of his mobile phone rang, and he received a new anonymous message.

Zhao Hongzhi's heartbeat accelerated instantly, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He stared at the address and photos on the phone screen with wide eyes, his hands trembling slightly.

"This...how is this possible?" he muttered to himself.

But his years of experience as a police officer told him that there was no time for hesitation or doubt. He took a deep breath and tried to calm himself down.

"Brothers, the situation has changed!" Zhao Hongzhi shouted loudly, his voice full of anxiety and determination.

"There are new clues. We must go to this place immediately!" He waved the mobile phone in his hand and showed the police officers the received information.

"Captain, is this reliable?" asked a young police officer, with confusion written all over his face.

"There's no time to think about that!" Zhao Hongzhi's eyes were firm. "From the photos and description, it doesn't look fake. We can't miss any chance to save the hostages!"

"Yes!" the police officers responded in unison, hope and determination burning in their eyes.

"Everyone should act quickly, but also pay attention to safety!" Zhao Hongzhi emphasized again, "Let's go!"

In that unknown dim dungeon, Xie Ran was calmly observing his surroundings. His eyes were steady and firm, not swallowed by fear or despair at all.

Xie Ran would rub the thick hemp rope on his wrist from time to time, carefully and as quietly as possible. He knew that any negligence could lead to fatal consequences.

Time passed by minute by minute, and a gloomy atmosphere filled the dungeon.

Suddenly, Xie Ran heard a scream not far away: "Boss, the cops are coming, let's run!"

Xie Ran's heart moved, and he knew that the chance of rescue might have come. But he did not act immediately, but waited for a few seconds to make sure that this was not an enemy trap.

After confirming that the chaos outside was real, Xie Ran quickly pulled out the knife he had been hiding and cut the hemp rope on his hands. Then, he cut the rope on his feet cleanly and moved his numb body.

Then, he took out a piece of wire from somewhere and skillfully pried open the locked cell door.

After walking out of the cell, he did not escape alone, but turned around to rescue other people who were tied up.

"Don't be afraid, everyone. We have a chance to escape!" Xie Ran whispered, his voice full of determination and encouragement.

Sparks of hope ignited in the eyes of the other tied people, and they all cast grateful glances at Xie Ran.

Xie Ran pried open the locks of the cells one by one and released them all.

"Everyone follow me closely and be careful!" Xie Ran walked in front, holding the knife tightly in his hand, and observing the surroundings vigilantly.

They quietly moved towards the exit and heard the noises outside becoming increasingly intense along the way.

The police have arrived at the scene and engaged in a fierce fight with the cultists.

"Don't move! Put down your weapons!" The police's shouts echoed through the night sky.

Some of the cultists resisted frantically, while others fled in all directions.

Xie Ran led everyone out of the dungeon during the chaos.

"Over here!" Xie Ran saw the police and shouted loudly.

A policeman spotted them and immediately ran over to help.

"Hurry, take them to a safe place!" said the police.

Xie Ran did not stop, he turned around and rushed towards the center of the battle again.

At this moment, a cultist with a hideous face rushed towards a policeman waving a stick.

Xie Ran rushed forward without hesitation and kicked the cultist to the ground.

"Thank you!" The policeman looked at him gratefully.

Xie Ran continued to move through the chaos, assisting the police in subduing the cultists.

With his excellent physical fitness and cool head, he resolved crises time and time again.

The shadow stood in the darkness in the distance, quietly watching the scene of police throughout the city rescuing hostages and fighting against the cultists.

The blazing flames shot up into the sky, dyeing the night sky orange-red, and the air was filled with smoke and a choking smell. The police sirens pierced the night sky sharply, interweaving with the crazy shouts of the cultists.

The police officers, in uniform, bravely fought against the cultists. Their figures appeared and disappeared in the firelight, and their actions were swift and decisive. "Don't move! Put down your weapons!" The police officers' roars resounded through the sky.

Some of the cultists looked crazy, waving their weapons in their hands and resisting stubbornly; others were terrified and fled in all directions, but were quickly subdued by the police. The scene was in chaos, with shouting, fighting, and the sound of objects colliding one after another.

The mysterious man tilted his head slightly, his lips straightened, as if he felt bored.

He hummed a tune softly, turned around and walked away slowly, his figure gradually disappearing into the darkness.

After a fierce battle, the police finally got the situation under control.

The cultists were subdued one by one and the hostages were successfully rescued.

Zhao Hongzhi looked at the scene in front of him and felt relieved.

"This time it's all thanks to these clues and the brave citizens," he said with emotion.

Back in the police station interrogation room, Zhao Hongzhi looked at the group of suspects and cult leaders who were successfully captured, and smiled with satisfaction. While he was happy, he couldn't help but think of the three text messages sent by the mysterious person on his phone. These three text messages were like handing clues directly to them, bringing great convenience to this operation, just like someone was feeding them.

Zhao Hongzhi couldn't help but wonder who this person was, but he always felt something was wrong. The mysterious text message was concise and clear, without any unnecessary words. The photo was also taken just right, deliberately blurring the areas where the height and position could be inferred, making it impossible to deduce.

Someone checked the virtual number, but could not find any useful information. Zhao Hongzhi relaxed for now, after all, this was a great victory, and it did not pose any threat to them at present. But he still felt uneasy, and felt that everything was weird.

It seemed as if all of this had been secretly planned by someone. They were like a group of puppets, performing a wonderful drama of saving people for justice and punishing the cultists according to the script preset by the person behind the scenes.

Zhao Hongzhi frowned and looked at the anonymous text message again, trying to find more clues, but he found nothing. This feeling of unknown made him feel like a lump in his throat, but he was helpless.