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

On a stormy night with thunder and lightning, the rain was like a raging black waterfall, lashing the earth madly.

Xie Xuan'an walked in it nakedly, his body hunched, his steps staggering and heavy.

Raindrops as big as beans hit him with a "crackling" sound. His originally tight body was tightly stuck to the wet cotton clothes. The color of the clothes changed from dark blue to almost black, clearly outlining every line.

His hair was already soaked, and fell down like a black waterfall, slightly covering half of his eyes. The exposed part of his eyes was full of confusion and helplessness.

The rain continued to flow along the ends of the hair, forming strings of crystal water droplets that dripped quickly.

He slowly walked into a gloomy old house. The exterior of the house was dilapidated, the broken windows swayed in the wind, and the shaky door seemed like it would fall down at any time.

The house was filled with a rotten smell, a smell that was like a mixture of years of mold and decay. It was dark and damp, as if water could drip out. The lime on the wall was peeling off.

There are mottled marks, some of which are irregular circles, and some are long strips, as if telling an ancient horror story.

Xie Xuan'an walked straight to the dining table and sat down. The chair made a heart-wrenching creaking sound.

He picked up the knife and fork. In front of him were empty white porcelain plates with delicate but blurred patterns on them. However, he moved mechanically and numbly, as if he was enjoying a sumptuous meal.

His lips trembled slightly and an unclear, low and hoarse sound came from his throat, as if he was communicating with some invisible force.

At this moment, a dark shadow walked out from the depths of the darkness like a ghost, accompanied by a gust of cold wind.

The black shadow was tall and thin, and he produced a bottle of exquisitely carved red wine and a thick red candle from somewhere.

The candlelight trembled in the howling wind and rain, the wax flowed slowly, and an eerie atmosphere spread.

The outline of the black shadow was vague, as if it was just a ball of darkness, but it exuded a chilling aura.

Xie Xuan'an was soaked all over, his eyes were empty, and he was still "chewing" the empty plate.

His cheek muscles twitched, every movement seemed extremely difficult, and his mouth was distorted.

The black shadow said coldly: "Too slow." The voice seemed to come from the abyss of the underworld. It was without a trace of warmth, low and echoing, and the air around it vibrated.

Xie Xuan'an remained silent, his hands did not stop moving at all, but his hands were shaking more and more violently, causing the knife and fork to collide and make a crisp and heart-pounding sound.

The shadow became increasingly impatient and shouted, "Go back. China is where you belong. Stop wasting time."

His tone was full of oppression and threats, and his expression could make people feel the coldness even in the dark.

After saying this, the black shadow disappeared instantly without any transition, as if it had never appeared.

Only Xie Xuan'an was left sitting there alone. His wet body stopped the strange "eating" action. He slowly covered his face, and his fingers pressed hard until his knuckles turned white.

His body began to tremble violently, and the trembling caused the tables and chairs to shake as if they were about to fall apart.

He felt as if his heart was being tightly grasped by a cold hand. His heartbeat accelerated rapidly, and the "boom, boom, boom" sound echoed in his ears. He was unable to breathe or think.

His heart was filled with endless fear and pain. He didn't know how long he could hold on, or where the future lay.

The darkness around him seemed to be swallowing him up bit by bit. The darkness was as thick as ink and had a heavy texture.

He felt that he was about to be completely submerged by the darkness, and chaotic images and painful memories kept flashing through his mind.

His lips were cracked due to trembling, and the rain flowed freely on his face, gathering at his chin and dripping continuously.

The clothes were soaked and stuck to the body, causing extreme discomfort, as if countless small insects were crawling on them.

There were a lot of debris in the corners of the house, and it was hard to tell what was there. Xie Xuan'an's breathing became rapid and disordered, and his panting was particularly clear in the silent room.

His eyes were empty but occasionally a hint of clarity flashed across them, but was quickly covered by fear.

A strange sound was faintly heard in the room, as if it was there and not there. Xie Xuan'an's eyebrows were tightly knitted, and the blood on his body mixed with the rain flowed down his body, forming a series of shocking traces.

As he walked in the rain, the splashes of water flew high and his shoes were soaked in the water and severely deformed.

After he entered the house, the puddles formed by the raindrops dripping from his body onto the ground continued to expand.

The air around the shadow seemed to freeze as he spoke.

After Xie Xuan'an stopped moving, the room fell into deathly silence, and his fingers were icy cold when he covered his face.

His muscles contracted and relaxed as his body trembled, and his teeth chattered in fear.

The chill emanating from his body in extreme fear seemed to lower the temperature around him by a few degrees.

At this moment, the sound of a mouse squeaking came from the corner of the room. The sound was particularly harsh in the silence, making Xie Xuan'an, who was already irritable, instantly furious.

He suddenly stood up from the stool, his eyes revealing crazy murderous intent.

He quickly grabbed a mouse, pressed it tightly on the table, picked up a knife and frantically cut open the mouse's belly. The contents immediately flowed out, and the blood stained the table red.

He had no intention of stopping and continued to cut off the mouse's limbs one by one, then threw the mutilated mouse onto the plate. There was no mercy on his face, only twisted anger.

Then, he caught another mouse and dissected it in the same cruel way. The mouse's screams echoed in the room, but Xie Xuan'an acted as if he didn't hear them. He just kept laughing, and his laughter was creepy.

The third mouse also could not escape the bad luck and was killed by Xie Xuan'an in an extremely cruel way. Its broken body piled on the plate, forming a bloody and horrifying picture.