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

Xie Xuan'an's sophomore life during this period is like a colorful and eventful painting, in which every stroke is engraved with his youth and dreams.

The first ray of sunlight in the morning was always so gentle, shining through the clean windows and falling gently on his neat bed like a veil. Xie Xuan'an was like a warrior awakened by his mission, always waking up instantly in this warm caress, washing up quickly with full enthusiasm and expectation, and then rushing to the fighting club like an arrow from a bow.

On the training ground of the fighting club, he was like a brave and fearless lion. Every punch he threw was fierce and powerful, and every kick he made was firm and fierce. Sweat flowed like a waterfall, quickly soaking his clothes, but the passion burning deep in his heart was never extinguished. His eyes were filled with incomparable determination and courage, as if the road ahead was full of thorns and rugged, but it could not stop him from moving forward courageously.

At noon, the sun was so hot that it seemed to melt everything in the world into flowing gold. Under the shade of the old and lush tree on the campus, Xie Xuan and Zhao Heng sat side by side. They were discussing the upcoming debate points enthusiastically, and the sparks of thought collided fiercely between the two of them, blooming brilliantly. The surrounding noise, the laughter of classmates, and the rustling of leaves in the wind seemed to be isolated from their world by an invisible barrier.

"I think we can approach it from this unique angle, which will better highlight the depth and novelty of our viewpoints and leave a deep impression on the judges and the audience." Xie Xuan'an looked focused, with a gleam of wisdom in his eyes, which reflected his pursuit of truth and his desire for victory.

Zhao Heng nodded slightly and responded thoughtfully: "Your idea is very creative, but we cannot ignore the possible rebuttals from the other party. We must be fully prepared in advance and build a strict logical defense line to deal with various possible challenges."

Their communication was in-depth and engaging, as if the whole world was left with only this fierce battle of ideas. Every collision of opinions was like a bright star, illuminating their path in exploring the truth.

As night fell quietly, the light in the laboratory was yellowish and soft. Shao Liechuan had to leave temporarily due to something urgent, leaving Xie Xuan'an alone facing the mysterious anatomical specimen. His eyes were focused and serious, and the pen in his hand quickly recorded on the notebook, and the page was gradually filled with his thoughts and insights. Every tiny structure, every complex organization, in his eyes, is a mysterious puzzle that needs to be solved, and he is the persistent and determined puzzle solver.

Days flow slowly like a calm and soothing stream, seemingly simple yet extremely fulfilling. However, the waves of fate always quietly rise when people are least prepared.

During a high-intensity combat training, Xie Xuanan was accidentally injured. At that moment, the intense pain spread throughout his body like a surging electric current. Every nerve seemed to be burning and every cell was groaning in pain. He had to stop training and lie on the cold bed.

Chu Guan, who was standing next to him, had a face full of guilt and self-blame, and his voice was filled with deep apology: "I'm sorry, I didn't know how to control my strength this time. I will be more careful next time and be gentler."

Xie Xuan'an looked at the snow-white ceiling, and his heart was suddenly filled with confusion and worry about the future. The life that was once full of vitality and hope seemed to have been ruthlessly paused. He didn't know when he would be able to recover and return to the familiar training ground, to join the fierce battle again, and to return to the good times of heated discussions and passionate collisions with friends.

He began to doubt himself constantly, wondering if he was too stubborn or if his method was wrong. Every thought was like a knife, gently cutting through his heart. But he was unwilling to be defeated by the injury, and his inner stubbornness told him that he had to face it with strength.

But deep in Xie Xuan'an's heart burned an unyielding flame. During the days when he was bedridden due to injuries, he did not choose to complain about himself, nor did he bow to fate. Instead, he relied on his tenacious perseverance and thirst for knowledge to build a fortress of his soul with books one after another.

He read eagerly, from the profound and mysterious thinking in philosophy to the wonderful exploration in the field of science; from the delicate and subtle emotional description in literary works to the heavy and profound sedimentation in the long river of history. Every page of text was like a bright lamp, shining a warm and firm light in the darkness of his heart, illuminating his way forward and giving him endless strength and courage.

When he finally overcame his injury and returned to the familiar and friendly campus, every breath he took was filled with the fragrance of freedom and hope. He was pleasantly surprised to find that his inner desire for knowledge became stronger, as if after experiencing the baptism of wind and rain, the sapling eager to grow was not only not destroyed, but stretched towards the sun more firmly, eager to touch the higher sky.

However, his return to school was not smooth sailing. Facing the familiar training intensity, he felt a little overwhelmed and became anxious. He was afraid that he would never be able to return to his previous state and that he would disappoint his coach and teammates.

Just as he was trying to adjust his state, a strange thing happened. One night, he was alone in the library looking up information and preparing materials for the debate. When he walked to the bookshelf to find a book, the book seemed to have a life and automatically fell from the bookshelf. On the page he opened, a warning in blood-red font appeared: "Your fate has been cursed." Xie Xuan'an was shocked by this sudden scene and his heartbeat accelerated, but he still tried to stay calm and tried to find out the reason behind it.

He cherishes every training opportunity even more, and every drop of sweat becomes a testimony to his perseverance; every communication with friends, every spark of thought sublimates his soul; every exploration of new knowledge, every new discovery is like a dazzling gem, inlaid on his path of growth.

However, the test of life does not end there, and a more thrilling challenge is quietly approaching.

On a quiet night, the dissection room was filled with suffocating silence and desolation. Xie Xuan stood quietly in front of the dissection table as usual, staring intently at the mysterious corpse in front of him. Suddenly, the lights went out without warning, and the entire dissection room was instantly swallowed up by the thick darkness.

In the darkness, an extremely strange sound quietly rang out. It sounded like countless tiny claws crawling rapidly on the ground, making a creepy "rustling" sound; it also sounded like someone was whispering in a low and resentful voice very close to them. The sound was intermittent, as if it carried endless resentment and curses, making people's backs involuntarily shiver.

Xie Xuan'an's heartbeat accelerated rapidly involuntarily at this moment. Although he told himself again and again to stay calm and deal with it calmly, the panic that spread wildly from the deepest part of his heart was like a cold and poisonous snake, tightly wrapping around his reasoning little by little, making it almost impossible for him to think.

At this moment, a bone-chilling chill suddenly struck him from behind, as if a pair of eyes hidden in the endless darkness were staring at him intently, and that gaze seemed to be able to penetrate his soul. His hands involuntarily clenched the scalpel tightly, his knuckles turned pale due to excessive force, and his body trembled slightly uncontrollably.

At this moment, a hand as cold as frost and without any warmth suddenly grabbed his wrist. He looked down in horror, but saw only a hopeless darkness. In an instant, a figure that looked exactly like him slowly emerged from the darkness. The figure's hand gently rubbed his wrist, the movement was gentle but with a creepy weirdness, as if confirming something.

Xie Xuan looked at the face in front of him in horror, which looked exactly like his own. A strong fear and doubt surged in his heart, almost suffocating him. His breathing became rapid and disordered, and his brain instantly fell into chaos. He had no idea what was going on in this extremely strange scene before his eyes.

After the figure fiddled with his hands, he gently placed his hands on his waist. The movements seemed gentle but carried an indescribable ambiguity and danger. This figure was very different from Xie Xuan'an. He exuded a suffocating sense of oppression, and his eyes were cold and sharp, like a wolf waiting for an opportunity in the dark night, staring at its helpless prey.

Xie Xuan'an was completely frightened and stood there blankly, allowing the figure to touch him wantonly. At this time, the figure came close to his ear and said in a voice that was extremely cold and seemed to come from the abyss of hell: "You are about to fall into the endless dark abyss and you will never be able to turn over."

Xie Xuan'an felt his brain buzz, as if all his rationality was completely drained away by an invisible force. He felt vaguely that he seemed to have an indescribable ominous premonition, as if a huge and terrifying danger was slowly approaching in the darkness, and at this moment, this feeling became stronger and stronger, so strong that he was completely at a loss, as if his soul had been frozen by fear.

Just as he was about to fall into the abyss of despair, a strong and dazzling light suddenly penetrated the darkness. The lights in the autopsy room lit up instantly, and everything returned to normal.

Xie Xuan'an was breathing heavily, sweat dripping down his face like rain. He looked around in panic, only to find that the strange figure had disappeared without a trace, as if he had never appeared. His legs went limp, and he collapsed to the ground, his body still shaking, as if he had just experienced a nightmare from which he could not wake up.

He began to reflect on whether all this was his own hallucination or a warning from some unknown force. He thought about his confusion after being injured, his anxiety after returning to school, and the mysterious warning in the library. This series of experiences made him feel as if he was in a vortex that he could not escape.

At this moment, there was a sudden sound of hurried and chaotic footsteps at the door. Xie Xuanan hastily put down the scalpel in his hand, walked quickly to the door and opened it to see. He saw a group of people running towards a building in panic, and someone was shouting at the top of his lungs: "Someone jumped off the building, someone jumped off the building!"

A strong feeling of doubt and uneasiness surged in Xie Xuan'an's heart. He didn't bother to sort out his messy mood at the moment, and followed the crowd without hesitation and ran towards the building.

While running, Xie Xuan'an kept thinking about various things. He wanted to know who the person who jumped off the building was and why he made such a choice. He was also thinking about his own life, and whether those setbacks and fears would also push him to despair.

When they rushed downstairs and saw the figure lying in a pool of blood, Xie Xuan'an's heart suddenly sank. He found that it was a classmate who usually looked sunny and cheerful, which made him even more shocked and puzzled.

After returning to the dormitory, Xie Xuan lay on the bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. He realized that the challenges and unknowns in life were far more complicated and terrifying than he had imagined, but he also made up his mind to face them more bravely and overcome the fears lurking in the darkness.