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

Xie Xuanan grew up in a family without warmth and care. His parents' indifference and neglect to him were like a biting cold wind, which repeatedly extinguished the flame of hope in his heart. In school, he was like a dead grass in a dark corner that no one cared about. The teacher's eyes never lingered on him, and the laughter of his classmates had nothing to do with him.

The school's painting competition should have been a stage for Xie Xuan'an to shine. He put all his efforts into his work, which was full of his unique perception of the world and his extreme desire for recognition. However, at the critical moment when he was fully engaged in his creation, a classmate rudely borrowed his only pencil and did not return it. In the end, it was like a violent storm, ruthlessly destroying the flower of his dream.

Another time, he saved money to buy a favorite comic book, but it was rudely snatched away by his deskmate. When he asked for it back, he was met with harsh words and ruthless ridicule. The indifferent observation of his classmates was like an iceberg, freezing his heart to the freezing point.

These painful experiences, like chronic poison, eroded his soul bit by bit, dimming the light of kindness in his heart and causing the seeds of darkness to take root and sprout.

The school held a party, and Xie Xuan was forced to wear women's clothes to perform. The laughter and boos from the audience were like waves of evil, constantly impacting his fragile heart, and all the misfortunes of his childhood suddenly emerged like ghosts.

After the performance, he ran backstage in anger to remove his makeup, change his clothes and prepare to escape from this nightmare. However, when he walked into the bathroom, he saw a bloody corpse lying in the corner. The horrific scene was like a bolt from the blue, and he was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, the phone vibrated suddenly, which was particularly abrupt in the dead silence. He took out his phone tremblingly, and the screen showed: "Have you had enough fun? This is just the beginning. Enjoy the 'masterpiece' I prepared for you." This sudden mysterious message was like a heavy hammer, hitting Xie Xuan'an's heart hard, making his heart beat like an out-of-control war drum, as if it would burst out of his chest at the next moment. Fear was like a surging tide, swallowing him up in an instant, and his hands trembled uncontrollably.

A strange thought seemed to flash through Xie Xuan'an's mind, as if a pair of eyes hidden in the darkness were watching all this coldly. The chill made his back go cold, but at the moment he had no time to think about it.

But years of painful training forced him to calm down quickly. He was like a frightened bird, nervously scanning the surroundings, his brain working rapidly, thinking about how to deal with it. Then, he hurriedly wiped off the fingerprints that might have been left, turned around and left like a fleeing criminal.

At this time, Zhao Heng hummed a cheerful song and walked towards the toilet. Seeing Xie Xuan'an walking out calmly, he felt something was wrong but did not investigate further. But when he stepped into the toilet and saw the horrible corpse, he felt like he was falling into an icy cave.

"It's terrible!" His face turned pale and he hurriedly took out his cell phone to call the police.

Soon, Zhao Hongzhi led the police officers to the scene at lightning speed.

The light in the interrogation room was dim and depressing, and the light coming in from the only small window seemed weak and powerless. In the corner of the room stood a worn-out filing cabinet, the door half-closed, and the documents inside were in disarray, as if silently telling of the past troubles. The lime on the wall had peeled off in many places, revealing mottled marks, like scars of time, witnessing the countless tense interrogations that had taken place here.

Zhao Hongzhi asked Zhao Heng with a serious look: "Zhao Heng, have you seen any suspicious persons?"

Zhao Heng's heart was instantly torn apart, and the first scene of his acquaintance with Xie Xuan'an flashed through his mind like a movie. At that time, Xie Xuan'an was as cold as ice that had not melted for a thousand years, and built an insurmountable wall of heart. But under the arrangement of the school, their intersections gradually increased. With his sincerity and persistence, Zhao Heng, like an icebreaker, knocked on the door of Xie Xuan'an's heart little by little, and the relationship between the two became increasingly deep.

But now, facing this difficult situation, Zhao Heng fell into the abyss of pain. He remembered his father's teachings to him that he should stick to justice and never deviate from it like a beacon. Zhao Hongzhi, a senior policeman with 30 years of experience, had a sharp eye and did not miss any clues at the scene.

In many previous cases, Xie Xuan'an's figure was looming, like a shadow in the dark night, making it difficult to figure out. However, the lack of key evidence made it difficult to draw a conclusion.

Zhao Hongzhi immediately ordered the summons of Xie Xuan'an.

In the interrogation room, the lights were dim and depressing. Zhao Hongzhi sat in front of an old and worn wooden table, on which was a thick stack of documents and a slightly old pen. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle, fixed tightly on Xie Xuan'an who was sitting opposite him. Xie Xuan'an's hands were handcuffed to a cold and worn iron chair, the armrests of which had peeled paint. His eyes were wandering but he pretended to be calm.

Zhao Hongzhi threw a pile of evidence on the table like a huge rock, and said in a low and majestic voice: "Xie Xuan'an, look at these, how else can you argue? Clothes, handwriting, how do you explain it?"

Xie Xuan'an's body trembled slightly, and a trace of barely perceptible panic flashed across his face, but he quickly regained his composure and said, "Officer Zhao, this must be a deliberate frame-up. I am innocent."

Zhao Hongzhi snorted coldly: "Innocent? The evidence is irrefutable. Do you think you can get away with it with a few sophistry?"

Xie Xuan'an swallowed and tried to keep his voice steady: "Officer Zhao, there must be something fishy about this matter. Just based on these two things, it is impossible to form a complete logic of the crime, and I cannot be convicted."

In fact, at this moment, Xie Xuan'an's heart was like a mess, with thousands of threads tangled up. He always felt that there was an invisible hand controlling everything, and the owner of those hands seemed to be hiding in the dark, enjoying his embarrassment and helplessness.

At this moment, Zhao Heng, standing outside the interrogation room, looked through the small glass window, feeling as if a huge stone was weighing on him. He hoped that Xie Xuan'an was innocent, but was also afraid that he was blinded by his emotions and violated the light of justice in his heart.