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

It was late at night and the rain outside was pouring down, crackling against the windows. Xie Xuan'an lay on the bed, his brows furrowed into a deep "川" shape, his eyes staring blankly at the ceiling, as if it was an endless dark abyss. Beads of sweat rolled down his forehead and soaked the pillow. The sound of the "rustling" rain seemed to be the violent roar of his inner fear. The image of the mysterious package and the terrifying things inside kept appearing in his mind. Every detail was like a sharp thorn, piercing deep into his heart. His heart seemed to be tightly grasped by an invisible big hand. Fear and anxiety were like a surging tide, hitting his mental defenses wave after wave, making it almost impossible for him to breathe.

In the early morning of that day, Zhao Heng was still snoring lightly and evenly in his sleep, and his face looked particularly calm in his sleep. However, Xie Xuan'an woke up early, his eyes were bloodshot, and his gaze fell on Zhao Heng like a sharp sword. At that moment, an indescribable evil thought flashed through his eyes like lightning, which was an extremely twisted and dark impulse. His hand unconsciously reached for the fruit knife beside the bed. The moment he grasped the handle of the knife, he seemed to hear a dark voice whispering wildly in his heart, tempting him to walk into the abyss of sin. However, in just a moment, the light of conscience penetrated the thick dark clouds like the morning light, and he suddenly let go of his hand, as if the handle of the knife was a red-hot iron. He took a deep breath, his chest heaving violently, trying to suppress the terrible thought back to the darkest corner of his heart.

At the same time, in another room, Xie Ran was carefully helping Xie Xuan'an tidy up the bedroom. He bent down and reached out to pick up the book that he accidentally knocked over. At this moment, the handle of a fruit knife appeared from under the bed. Xie Ran's heart skipped a beat, as if hit by a sledgehammer. His mind quickly flashed through all the abnormal behaviors of his brother during the day: his absent-minded look, as if his soul had left his body; he was in a daze from time to time, with a scary empty look in his eyes; and the occasional flash of panic in his eyes, as if he had seen a demon. He sat blankly on the edge of the bed, his brows knitted into a ball, his heart full of doubts and worries, as if it was a tangled mess that he couldn't sort out.

The next morning, the kitchen was filled with heat and smoke, making people feel stuffy and depressed. Xie Xuan'an mechanically fried eggs, the spatula in his hand seemed extremely heavy, and the toaster also made an unusual "sizzling" sound, as if protesting his clumsiness. His eyes kept drifting towards the living room, full of complex emotions, as if he was expecting a miracle to happen, and as if he was afraid of some impending disaster.

Zhao Heng sat at the dining table, flipping through an outdated magazine with yellowed pages. But he would occasionally glance at Xie Xuan'an in the kitchen, with a look of vigilance and confusion. He keenly felt that Xie Xuan'an was a little unusual today, from his stiff movements to his wandering eyes, but he couldn't tell the specific reason. This unknown made him feel inexplicably uneasy.

After a while, Xie Xuan'an came over with a plate of burnt eggs and blackened bread, with an awkward and forced smile on his face, as if he was wearing a broken mask: "Sorry, today's breakfast was a bit of a failure." His voice trembled slightly, with a hint of imperceptible fear.

Zhao Heng raised his head and forced a tolerant smile on his face: "It's okay, it's good to eat together." But his eyes flickered, and he was guessing what Xie Xuan'an was thinking.

The morning light shone through the gaps in the curtains, gently sprinkling on Zhao Heng's bed like golden sand. He woke up slowly from his sleep, but was startled by Xie Xuan'an who was staring at him closely. At that moment, Xie Xuan'an's eyes were complicated and tangled, as if hiding an endless secret universe. Zhao Heng's heart was suddenly startled, as if he was drenched in ice water, but soon, he attributed this abnormality to Xie Xuan'an's confusion when he just woke up, and did not investigate it too much. He told himself not to let his imagination run wild, but the doubts in his heart grew like weeds.

"You're awake, Zhao Heng? How did you sleep last night?" Xie Xuan'an quickly put away his momentary strangeness and put on a gentle smile on his face, but Zhao Heng still keenly caught the trace of panic in his eyes, but Zhao Heng chose to ignore it and pretended not to see it.

Zhao Heng's face instantly turned red, like a ripe apple. He tried to hide his inner throbbing and stammered, "I slept very comfortably." His heart was beating like a drum, and he was afraid that Xie Xuan'an would see through his lie.

Xie Xuan responded with a smile: "Me too. I feel really safe with you by my side." But he was sneering in his heart, thinking about how to use Zhao Heng to achieve his own goals.

While eating breakfast, Xie Xuan'an's cell phone suddenly rang. The sharp ringtone was particularly harsh in the quiet room, like a sharp sword cutting through the original tranquility. He glanced at the caller ID, his face turned pale as paper in an instant, and then quickly returned to normal, so fast that it was almost unnoticeable. He picked up the phone and said, "Hello, Xie Ran, oh, you'll be there soon, OK." There was a subtle tremor in his voice.

Zhao Heng noticed this subtle change, and a hint of doubt flashed across his eyes, like a meteor across the night sky, but he pursed his lips and did not ask.

Soon, the doorbell rang, and Xie Ran's cheerful voice came from outside the door like a bird singing: "Brother, I'm here!"

Xie Xuan'an hurriedly opened the door, and Xie Ran threw himself into his arms like a whirlwind, his face flushed with excitement, and said loudly: "Brother, I missed you so much!" His eyes flashed with dependence and desire.

As soon as he entered the door, Xie Ran wrinkled his nose and asked in confusion like a sensitive puppy: "Brother, why do I smell a strange smell?" His eyes searched around, trying to find the source.

Xie Xuan'an was a little flustered and quickly said: "Ha, maybe it's because I haven't cleaned for a long time. I've been lazy lately." His smile seemed very unnatural, as if it was forced.

Xie Ran didn't delve into the question further and continued asking, "Brother, why haven't you come to see me yet?" His eyes were full of loss and confusion.

Xie Xuan'an replied casually: "Oh, I'm busy lately." He avoided Xie Ran's gaze, not daring to look directly at that innocent expectation.

During the day, the two sat in the living room and watched TV. On the surface, it was a harmonious and warm scene, with lively programs playing on TV, but Xie Xuan'an was always absent-minded, his eyes drifting towards the locked room from time to time. The tightly closed door seemed to have a huge attraction, like a mysterious black hole, sucking his soul in.

At night, Xie Ran looked at Xie Xuan'an, with hesitation and expectation flashing in his eyes, and asked, "Brother, where should I sleep at night?" As he spoke, his eyes unconsciously looked towards the locked room and he was about to walk over.

Xie Xuan became anxious and took a few quick steps to stop him. With a hint of urgency and nervousness in his voice, he said, "That room hasn't been cleaned for a long time. You can stay in my room. I'll sleep in the guest room at night."

Xie Ran hesitated for a moment, a trace of unwillingness flashed in his eyes, and said, "No, brother." In fact, he was thinking about sleeping in the same bed with his brother and feeling his warmth.

Xie Ran didn't give up, and pushed the locked door, but found that it wouldn't move. Xie Xuanan quickly said, "You should sleep on the bed. This room hasn't been cleaned for a long time, and there's too much dust." He raised his voice a few degrees, with a hint of command.

Seeing that the door could not be pushed open, Xie Ran sighed helplessly and compromised.

In the early morning, everything was quiet and the world seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep. Assuming that Xie Ran should be asleep, Xie Xuan quietly opened the locked door, moving as lightly as a cat. He groped in the darkness, and the faint light trembled in the darkness. He walked into the room carefully, and his heartbeat seemed particularly clear in the silent night, as if it was the only sound in the darkness.

He quickly took out the package and was about to turn around and leave when the lights in the corridor suddenly went out and the whole world instantly fell into darkness. He stumbled forward and flung his hands in the air. At this moment, a hand supported him.

A strange man appeared in front of him. In the faint moonlight, he was tall and thin, fair-skinned, and looked gentle, but there was a hint of mystery in his eyes.

At this moment, the gloomy and depressing atmosphere seemed to break through the last line of defense in Xie Xuan'an's heart. His eyes instantly became cold and deep, as if he had changed his soul. The second personality took over his body like a wild horse.

He glanced coldly at the strange man, nimbly broke free from his support, and quickly went downstairs. His steps were steady and quick, as if he had become a different person, without hesitation or fear.

When Xie Xuan woke up again, he found himself in a strange luxurious room, with his hands and feet tied to the bed. He opened his eyes suddenly, his eyes full of fear and confusion, like a frightened beast. He stared around nervously, his heart full of fear and confusion.

"Where is this? Why am I here? Who is that strange man?" Xie Xuan'an's heartbeat quickened rapidly and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. Every drop of sweat seemed to be the crystallization of his inner fear.

The rain was still falling as if there was no end, and Xie Xuan'an's fate was just like the endless rain, full of unknowns and confusion.