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

The night was as thick as ink, as if it could swallow up all the light and hope in the world. The rain poured down in torrents, and the raindrops were like beads falling on a jade plate, hitting the ground with a crackling sound. The quiet alley was covered by the rain, like a corner forgotten by the world.

The killer appeared quietly, his figure looming under the dim street lights. He held the heavy and cold fire axe in his hand, and the axe blade flashed a chilling cold light under the rain.

The victim's heartbeat was like a rapid drumbeat, and each beat seemed to be a countdown to his life.

His breathing was rapid and disordered, and the wheezing sounded so weak in the sound of the rain, as if it was his last struggle in this world.

When his eyes met the murderer's hideous face, he instinctively wanted to turn around and run away, but his legs seemed to be weighed down by lead blocks and he could not move at all.

The murderer's eyes revealed endless madness and cruelty. The corners of his mouth raised in a creepy smile.

He raised the fire axe high and chopped it down at the victim with all his might. The axe blade cut through the rain, bringing up a cold wind, as if the messenger of death had arrived.

The victim howled in despair, but his voice was quickly drowned out by the relentless sound of the rain.

The killer showed no mercy as he swung the fire axe again and again. Blood mixed with rain water flowed on the ground into a shocking red river.

At the same time, in the luxurious villa that looked like a palace, the dim and soft light gently enveloped the study like a layer of gauze.

Stentlish sat in front of the carved walnut desk, his brows furrowed like two deep furrows. His expression was focused and solemn, his eyes fixed firmly on the document in his hand that seemed to carry countless secrets.

"What kind of deep meaning is hidden in this?" He murmured in a low and magnetic voice, with a hint of subtle confusion.

His slender fingers gently stroked the paragraphs on the document that were obscurely marked with pencil. His heart seemed to be weighed down by a huge rock, heavy with doubt and uneasiness.

Xie Xuan'an's figure appeared in his mind involuntarily, like a fog that could not be unraveled.

Stantelish stood up, walked to the window, looked at the flowers outside that were beaten to pieces by the rain, with a lot of thoughts in his mind.

He recalled the scene of Xie Xuan'an taking good care of the flowers and plants in the garden, with such focused expression as if he was treating the most precious treasure in the world.

The scene quietly switches to the garden of the villa, where the pot of orchid, which had been growing slowly, sways gently in the breeze.

"This flower must be carefully cared for." Xie Xuan'an squatted beside and said softly. His eyes were full of tenderness and patience, as if this orchid was an indispensable part of his life.

However, under his careful care, the orchid grew unexpectedly and suddenly, with the flowers blooming so luxuriantly that it was almost weird.

The intense, almost enchanting colors and the flamboyant and uninhibited posture are completely different from the usual tranquility and peace.

"Why is it like this?" Xie Xuan'an looked at this unusual orchid, with a flash of surprise in his eyes. He reached out his hand and gently touched the petals, feeling an inexplicable uneasiness in his heart.

The scene then changes to an archery range.

The sun was scorching and the sky was as blue as a gem without a single cloud.

The grass at the archery range smells of green grass, mixed with the warmth of the sun.

Stantelish stands tall like a pine tree, draws the bow and shoots the arrow with smooth, vigorous and powerful movements.

"Watch me, every arrow hits its target!" he said confidently, his voice loud and powerful.

Every arrow hit the bull's eye accurately, and his eyes were full of pride and confidence.

Xie Xuanan stood aside, his eyes showing envy and desire. He took the bow and arrow, took a deep breath,

I tried to calm myself down. However, the first few arrows missed the target by a wide margin.

Stantelish frowned slightly, his eyes revealing concern and thought.

He walked up to Xie Xuan'an and carefully observed his posture and movements.

"Relax, don't be so tense, keep your body balanced and breathe evenly."

Stentlish said, his voice gentle and steady. He walked behind Xie Xuan'an, gently placed his hands on his arms, and patiently guided him.

Xie Xuan'an felt a heat on his back and his body stiffened instantly, but he tried to restrain himself and did not show any resistance.

Their bodies were close together, their breaths intertwined, but they were both concentrating on the technique of archery.

Xie Xuan'an followed Stantelish's instructions and tried again. Gradually, he found the feeling and the arrow he shot was getting closer and closer to the center of the bull's eye.

Then, a painting that was originally hung upright opposite the sofa in the living room suddenly tilted slightly to the left.

"Why is this painting crooked?" Stentlish stood in front of the painting, his face full of suspicion. He reached out and gently straightened the frame, his eyes full of inquiry.

The camera moves again, and Stantelish is sitting alone in the study, holding a yellowed ancient book in his hand, but he hasn't turned a page for a long time. His thoughts have long drifted away, thinking of Xie Xuan'an's outstanding performance at the dinner.

"Xie Xuan'an's performance at the dinner was indeed outstanding, but why do I always feel that there is a hidden mystery in it?" he thought to himself.

Recalling Xie Xuan'an's extraordinary performance in receiving distinguished guests at the charity dinner, Xie Xuan'an's just right elegant manners and soothing and exquisite words made every distinguished guest feel refreshed and satisfied.

But at a certain moment, Stantelish seemed to catch a glimpse of a strange light that flashed across Xie Xuan'an's eyes.

Next was an old and dusty drawer, where the ancestral ring that had been missing for many days miraculously appeared.

"How did this ring get here?" Stantlish picked up the ring and looked at it carefully.

The gemstone on the ring sparkles mysteriously in the sun, as if telling an unknown story.

Xie Xuan'an's eyes when looking at Stantelish revealed complicated and unpredictable emotions from time to time. Sometimes, there seemed to be a subtle desire for control in his eyes, but it disappeared in an instant.

One night, Stantelish was meditating for a long time in his study, and the candle in front of him had burned out for the most part.

Xie Xuan'an knocked on the door gently, then slowly pushed it open and walked in.

"Master, your coffee." Xie Xuan'an said, his voice respectful but with a hint of subtle concern. He put the coffee on the table and looked at Stantelish's tired face.

Stantelish slowly raised his head, staring at him with eyes as sharp as swords, but his heart was in extreme conflict and struggle.

On the one hand, he was deeply suspicious of Xie Xuan'an's various abnormal behaviors, and felt that he was not as simple and pure as he seemed on the surface;

On the other hand, Xie Xuan'an's care for him was meticulous and impeccable, allowing him to live a comfortable and pleasant life like a "useless person". He was really reluctant to break this addictive comfort.

"Xie Xuan'an, who are you?" Stantelish couldn't help but ask.

Xie Xuan'an was startled, but he tried to maintain a seemingly calm expression on his face, "Master, I don't understand what you mean."

"Stop pretending, your actions clearly show that you are not an ordinary college student.

Your skills, your learning ability, and your adaptability are all too extraordinary and beyond common sense." Stentlish stood up, approached step by step, and spoke sternly.

Xie Xuan'an stepped back and was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "Master, I did hide something from you. But I swear to you that I have no intention of hurting you at all."

"Then tell me the truth quickly!" Stantelish's voice rose a few degrees, and his tone was full of urgency and majesty, which could not be resisted.

“In fact, I have had a strong interest in various skills since I was young, all of which I learned through self-study.

I came to you because I truly admire your demeanor and long for the opportunity to be close to you and serve you."

Xie Xuan'an's eyes were sincere and firm, as if he was stating an indisputable fact.

Stentlish sneered, "Do you think I will easily believe such an absurd and flawed reason?"

"Master, everything I said is true. There is absolutely no falsehood or deception." Xie Xuan'an explained eagerly, looking anxious.

Although he was filled with doubts, Stantelish had to admit that Xie Xuan'an's care for him on a daily basis was extremely meticulous and impeccable.

"Xie Xuan'an, it's true that you take good care of me, but this also makes me more suspicious of your real purpose." Stantelish said, his tone mixed with entanglement and confusion, like a tangled thread that is difficult to untangle.

"Master, I just want to serve you wholeheartedly to the best of my ability. I don't have any other extravagant requests." Xie Xuan'an replied with earnest words and sincere eyes.

The kind of life where everything is carefully managed by someone else and he is like a "useless person" is indeed a huge temptation that is hard to resist. This kind of greed and suspicion are intertwined and compete with each other, causing him to fall into extreme contradictions and painful struggles.

Although Xie Xuan'an gave an explanation, Stantelish did not easily let down his guard.

"I still can't completely trust you. You'd better take care of yourself." Stantelish said, his eyes full of coldness and vigilance.

He knew very well that in this treacherous, complex and ever-changing world, easily trusting others might bring about catastrophic and fatal disasters.