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

Zhao Hongzhi led the police team and stood solemnly at the scene of the serial murder. The night was as dark as ink, and the cold wind blew like the howling of evil spirits. The horrible appearance of the dead was even more horrifying under the dim light, as if they were evil spirits crawling out of the abyss of hell. Everyone's fingernails were cruelly plucked out and disappeared without a trace, as if they were devoured by the devil. The whole body was covered with blood marks like hideous centipedes, and there were many knife wounds, as if they were torn wildly by the claws of evil spirits, and the internal organs were ruthlessly chopped up. The bloody smell was strong and pungent, making people sick. The scene seemed to be shrouded in a suffocating haze of terror.

"Captain, the murderer's methods are so cruel. What kind of deep hatred could make him do such a cruel thing?" A young policeman said with a terrified look on his face and a trembling voice like a leaf rustling in the wind.

Zhao Hongzhi frowned, his eyes were like torches, and they looked particularly sharp in the night, as if they could pierce through the endless darkness. He carefully examined every detail of the scene, not missing any clues. The police speculated that the murderer might be a person with a very twisted mind, with a strong desire for control and revenge. Each crime seemed to be committed on a dark and windy night, and there seemed to be some kind of secret connection between the dead, but no definite evidence has been found yet.

They searched the scene meticulously like hounds, hoping to find the key clues to solve the case. They searched every corner countless times, but still found nothing valuable. Zhao Hongzhi's face became more and more gloomy, and the pressure in his heart became greater and greater, as if an invisible mountain was pressing on his heart.

The camera switches to a remote mountainous area.

It was drizzling outside the window, and the sky was so gloomy that it seemed to be collapsing. Xie Xuan'an was busy preparing meals in the kitchen, his eyes were sometimes confused and sometimes fierce, as if there were two souls fighting in his body.

At dawn, Zhao Heng sat alone on the hillside, looking at the rolling hills in the distance, his heart full of entanglement and struggle, like a tangled mess that he couldn't sort out. He grew up with his father, a policeman, and was deeply influenced by the concept of justice. He had a deep understanding of the law and a persistent pursuit of it. However, since he developed a special feeling for Xie Xuan'an, every time he saw Xie Xuan'an, the secret thoughts in his heart surged like a tide, one wave after another, impacting his reason, which made him unconsciously avoid Xie Xuan'an because of his inner resistance.

Xie Xuan'an was as close to Zhao Heng as ever, and his caring words were always on his lips. Like a warm spring breeze, they could not blow away the gloom in Zhao Heng's heart.

"Zhao Heng, take a break if you're tired and have some water." Xie Xuan'an handed over the kettle with a smile. That smile was as bright as the sun, but in Zhao Heng's eyes it was like a burning flame.

Zhao Heng looked at Xie Xuan'an's open and closed lips. His warm words made his heart more agitated at the moment. He even had the urge to kiss him. He quickly turned his head and tried to calm himself down. He secretly cursed himself in his heart: "Zhao Heng, Zhao Heng, how could you have such a ridiculous idea!"

Watching Xie Xuan'an working hard, with sweat soaking his forehead and flushed cheeks, the strange emotion in Zhao Heng's heart became stronger and stronger, like a volcano about to erupt, surging in his heart.

Recently, because Zhao Heng had been avoiding Xie Xuan'an intentionally or unintentionally, he was full of doubts. In the dead of night, he often wondered what words or actions of his had caused Zhao Heng to distance himself from him. This uncertainty was like a huge rock, pressing on his heart, making him breathless.

Xie Xuanan stood in the kitchen, preparing meals skillfully. He cut the vegetables methodically, and the sound of the blade hitting the chopping board was rhythmic. However, when he was halfway through cutting, his eyes suddenly became a little dull, and his hands slowed down. There seemed to be another voice whispering in his mind, making him feel irritated.

"This vegetable should be cut like this..." He muttered, his voice slightly low, which was different from his usual self.

Then, he seemed to come to his senses suddenly, shook his head vigorously, and his eyes became clear again. But not long after, that confused look reappeared, and he unconsciously increased the strength of cutting vegetables, as if he was venting something.

One night, Xie Xuan'an suddenly murmured "No, no" in his sleep, his voice full of fear, as if he was being chased by an evil spirit. Zhao Heng was awakened and quickly hugged Xie Xuan'an tightly, wanting to give him some care. But Xie Xuan'an struggled in Zhao Heng's arms for a while, and then calmed down again.

Zhao Heng felt that something was wrong with Xie Xuan'an recently. Although he still said some caring words to him like before, his expression seemed to have a hint of impatience. Moreover, when he cooked for him and did things for him, his movements were no longer as gentle as before. Instead, they were full of sharpness and casualness, as if he had become a different person.

Once, they went to the stream to fetch water together. When Xie Xuan'an saw the fish in the water, he reached out to grab it without hesitation. His movements were swift and fierce, completely unlike his usual gentle self. This surprised Zhao Heng and he thought to himself, "Is this still the Xie Xuan'an I know?" Another time, the village held an event, and in the originally lively and joyful atmosphere, Xie Xuan'an stood aside with an indifferent look on his face. He had no interest in anything around him, as if he was out of tune with this world.

One day, Xie Xuan'an suddenly disappeared.

A whole day passed, but Xie Xuan'an still didn't come back. Zhao Heng was extremely anxious, as if his heart was being eaten by countless ants, worried that Xie Xuan'an had met with some misfortune. He asked around in the village, but every villager just shook their heads, saying they hadn't seen him. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible hand, as if it was going to crush his heart.

"The relationship between the two men who came to teach recently is not ordinary. I don't know why the village girl likes him. Look at his effeminate appearance, he must be a gay."

When Xie Xuanan woke up from his coma, he felt uneasy. He knew that his second personality had appeared again. Although he didn't know what happened during this period, he was instantly filled with anger when he heard such slanderous words about his sexual orientation and his relationship with Zhao Heng.

"What nonsense are you talking about? We're just brothers." His voice was shaking with anger.

The burly man glanced at him with disdain and said, "I passed by where you live and heard strange noises coming from inside. Who knows what you do at night?"

Xie Xuan was enraged by this fabricated rumor. After a few words of rebuttal, he impulsively wrestled with the burly man. At this moment, he was filled with anger, as if he wanted to vent all his pain and grievances on this man. The man was beaten and howled in pain. The villagers nearby were panicked and someone quickly ran to inform him.