Chapter 202 The composition of the four gangs

Combined, the four thugs became a kind of sea-monster with many changes, which twisted and turned to take advantage of the police, "using different appearances, trees, fires, fountains" to avoid Vidok's gloomy gaze, and exchanged names. and knacks, hiding in their own shadows, using their secret dens and refuges in common, altering their personal features as if removing their false noses at a masquerade ball, sometimes reducing several to one, sometimes to one It turned into several people, so that Coco Lagur himself thought they were a large gang of gangsters. These four people are by no means four people, but a mysterious thief with four heads who does big business in Paris, and a strange octopus who lives in the tunnels of human society and does evil.

Due to the expansion of their power and the underground network formed by their relationship, Barber, Haizui, Iron Fang and Mount Banas are in charge of all robbery and killing activities in the Seine Province.They carried out the following coup against the pedestrians on the road.People who are good at coming up with such ideas and full of night fantasies come to them to realize their plans.People give them scripts and they direct.They also set up shows.As long as there is enough money to kill and steal money, they need to find someone to help, and they always have a way to allocate competent and appropriate personnel.When a crime is looking for help, they sublease accomplices.They are capable of providing black actors for any dire tragedy.

Often in the evening—this is when they woke up—they met on the grass near the Women's Hospice.There, they confer.There were twelve black hours before them, which they could arrange and use. "Cat Boss", this is the name given to the gang of four by people who have been circulating underground.In that grotesque old folk language that is fading away, "Mao Boss" means morning, just as "between dogs and wolves" means evening.The name, Boss Cat, may refer to the time when their work ends at dawn, when the ghosts dissipate and the bandits part.These four people showed up with this name.When the President of the Criminal Court visited Rathner in prison, he asked Rathner about a case he refused to admit.The dean asked, "Who did it?" Rathner replied with a sentence that the officials didn't understand but the police knew: "Maybe it was the cat boss."

Just as we can sometimes guess a play from a list of characters, we can almost guess the gang from a list of gangsters.The following—these names are preserved by special records—are the paging titles of the main companions of the cat boss: Bangzhuo, also known as spring, also known as Bignaye. Brujon (there was a Brujon lineage, which we shall return to). Pula Tuliuer, the road worker who had already appeared. widow. corner. Homer Ju, black. Tuesday night. Express. Fauveen Leroy, also known as the flower girl. An honorable man, a freed convict. Brake, aka Mr. DuPont. Nanyuan. Psa Gliever.

Little gown. Cludani, also known as Bicharo. Eat lace. Feet up. Half a penny, also called two billion. etc. We will only mention these few, the worst ones have already been mentioned.These names are representative.It does not just describe a person, but a type.Each of these names stands for one of those grotesque toadstools that underlies civilization. These are people who don't show up easily, not the ones people see walking by in the streets and alleys.Tired after a night of hard work in the dark, they went to sleep during the day, sometimes in lime kilns, sometimes in abandoned quarries around Montmartre or Montrouge, sometimes Sleep in the gutter.They bury themselves.

Where are these people?They still exist.They have always existed.Horace had said they were poor flute-players, buskers, clowns, and quacks.Moreover, as long as the society remains as it is today, they will remain as it is today.Beneath the black roof of their cellar they will forever grow through the damp leaks of society.They become ghosts, and when they come back, they are still the same, but their names have changed, and their skins have changed. The individual is eliminated, the race remains. Their sensory organs are still a few.From trail cutter to road blocker, that's a pure blood.They can guess a wallet in a pocket and smell a watch in a vest pocket.Gold and silver are interesting to them.Some simple and old fortunes can be said to be stealable.Those people followed these old rich people patiently.When they see a foreigner or a provincial pass by, they start suddenly, like a spider.

Those people, when one meets or sees them in the middle of the night on the deserted high roads, are terrible to look at.They don't look like people, but images made of living fog. They seem to often merge with the darkness, they can't see clearly, they have no other souls except Yin Qi, and they only want to live a few minutes of ghost life. Separate yourself from the night for a while. How can we get rid of these ghosts?Be bright.There must be overwhelming light.No bat can resist the dawn.It should be to illuminate the underground society.