Chapter 15 Chapter 3 I got caught

Just when I was about to give up, one day I suddenly met a centipede. That day was a rare sunny day in winter. I just got on the bus. When I turned my head inadvertently, I saw a young man walking from the bridge, with his waist bowed and his head lowered. That's the centipede. I jumped off the bus and landed on one leg, but the other leg was pinched by the bus door and my shoe was pinched off.I turned around and slammed on the car door, which opened. I picked up the shoes amidst the unscrupulous laughter of several women. I didn't care to tie the shoelaces, so I chased after the centipede in embarrassment.

At that time, I didn't know the rules of the thieves gang. The most taboo thing they avoided was having people grab their arms.I caught up with the centipede and grabbed him by the arm from behind. He swung back hard, didn't shake off, and ran forward without turning his head.All of his actions are completely subconscious. I was pulled forward a few steps by him, I staggered and almost fell.I shouted: "It's me, what's the matter? Don't you recognize me?" Only then did the centipede turn around, and he stared at me viciously: "Damn it, what are you doing grabbing me?"

I let go of his arm and looked at him flatteringly: "What? Don't you know me? I'm the eldest brother." The centipede said angrily: "You are a dick, whose big brother are you?" When I was talking to the centipede, three men surrounded me. They were all thin, grinning and full of foul language.A man grabbed me by the collar, raised his fist, and was about to hit me.Before that, I didn't know where they came from; only then did I know that the thieves gangs are all out in groups, and behind every thief there are people who look after the wind, protect people, and transfer the stolen goods...they divide the work It is clear that even if you catch the thief, there is nothing you can do, your property has already been transferred away, and your personal safety will still be threatened.

I waved my arms again and again, and said to the man who wanted to hit me: "Brother, I belong to my own family." The man lowered his fist, but the anger still remained on his face. He said to the onlookers: "Why does such a big man bully other children?" I pointed to the centipede and said, "We are friends, friends, if you don't believe me, just ask the little brother." The centipede looked at me again with eyes like a hungry wolf. He turned his head indifferently, looked at the man who was about to hit me and said, "I know his little brother."

The man was finally relieved, he let go of my collar.Another man drove the crowd around and said, "What are you looking at? What's interesting." The crowd didn't see what they expected, so they had to leave disappointed. I quickly took out a cigarette from my pocket, gave each of them one, and then nodded and lit them.They are all proud, like a group of proud roosters. I explained to them the process of getting to know the centipede, I talked about my "little brother" Sun Ziming who lived in the same room with the centipede in the aid station, and then I talked about the "unexpected encounter" with the mouse eye, I tried my best Confess to them that I am their friend to dispel their guard against me.

A man asked, "Where's your little brother?" I said, "He climbed to the balcony on the fifth floor the night before, fell down and died." There is no surprise on their faces, and they have been begging for life on the edge of a knife for a long time, which makes their hearts as cold as iron.A man asked: "So you are doing it alone now?" I nodded and said, "Yes, I can only do it alone now. Do you want people?" He said coldly, "No." Then, they turned and left.When they walked, they were very scattered, with a distance of more than ten meters between each person. The people behind only stared at the people in front. They dragged for tens of meters away, and everyone on the side of the road did not know that they were in the same group. It's a gang of thieves.

I didn't want to give up this hard-won opportunity, and I followed the last person closely, earnestly begging them to take me in.The man didn't say a word, just walked forward with his head down, his steps hurried. From his steps, it could be judged that the centipede walking in the front must be walking very fast.I followed more than ten meters away, and suddenly a man flashed from the side, blocking my way, he raised his right hand, and I saw a shiny thing between his index finger and middle finger, I knew it was a scraper. A razor blade or a scalpel blade is extremely sharp. When they are in danger, they will leave a scar with a light touch of a finger on a person's body.

I dodged to the side and the blade emptied.I looked at the man in front of me in horror, why did he use the blade as soon as he made a move?Why is it so cruel? He has a cropped head, and there is nothing special about his clothes and appearance.Later, I discovered that the appearances of thieves all have a common characteristic, that is, they have no characteristics, and only people who have no characteristics will make people forget them after seeing them, so that they will not leave any impression on people. He stopped me and looked at me fiercely: "What are you doing next? Get lost!"

I didn't leave, I watched his every move, worried that he would raise his hand with the blade again.However, his arms were inserted into his trouser pockets, one leg was supporting the weight of his whole body, and the other leg was stretched out obliquely, shaking constantly, arrogantly, with a proud expression of an old cat teasing a mouse on his face. I think he might have been scaring me or testing me just now. I took out a cigarette and handed it to him, he tilted his head and asked me to put it on the corner of his mouth; I took out the lighter, and he tilted his head again to let me light it for him.He has always been a bossy look.

I said, "Brother, it's not that the brothers want to pester you, it's that the brothers are on orders. There is really no way." He looked to both sides and saw people on the bus and people getting off the bus walking past us in an endless stream. He hooked his chin and walked straight forward. I followed behind him. . I don't know where he is going to take me, what other people are waiting for me in some hidden place.However, things have come to this point, I have no choice but to bite the bullet and follow him. He walked to the corner of the street, stopped, looked left and right, but there was no one, so he asked me in a low voice: "Is there a hidden weapon?"

I nodded hesitantly, I like reading martial arts novels, and I know the names and usages of some hidden weapons, such as darts, silver needles, and blood drops.However, the hidden weapon in the thieves’ slang words is not the content of these martial arts novels. He handed me a thin scalpel blade, and this blade is the hidden weapon in his mouth: a weapon that hurts people in the dark. Like him, I hold this narrow, thin blade between the index and middle fingers of my right hand. Later I learned that the man's name was Mantis. Although I don't know the organization of this gang of thieves, Mantis should be the little leader of this gang. Praying Mantis led me down the street, his eyes were always staring at the pockets and backpacks of passers-by habitually, and there was a match-like light in his eyes.That day, I didn't know what stealing light is.When we were about to reach the gate of a bank, Mantis' cell phone rang. After a few hums, he took me to the side of a street tree, his eyes fixed on the gate of the bank. A few minutes later, a man in his 50s came out of the bank. His hands were in his trouser pockets, which seemed bulging, obviously there was something in them.The praying mantis whispered to me, "Go over and knock him down." I walked towards the old man slowly, and when I was more than ten meters away from him, I saw a young man jumping out from behind him. Staring at the front pocket of his trousers.I know it's a pickpocket.They must have pretended to be like Lei Feng when I knocked down the old man, helped him up, and took the opportunity to steal the money from the old man's trouser pocket. I was getting closer and closer to the old man, and I was thinking nervously how to make the old man hide from the thieves without arousing their suspicion.When I was two or three meters away from the old man, I suddenly yelled "Hi", then turned sideways, as if I was about to bump into him.The old man looked at me vigilantly, I bumped into it, the old man dodged swiftly, and I took advantage of the situation and fell to the ground. The old man never left his trouser pocket. He looked at me suspiciously, cursed "mentally ill", and then walked away. My heart was full of joy, but I had to pretend to be downcast on the outside.I got up, and the thief following the old man glanced at me, his eyes were as sharp as a throwing knife.He left without saying a word, as if he didn't know me.There was another person following behind the thief, and this person left as if nothing had happened. I lowered my head and came to the praying mantis like a defeated rooster, with dust on my body.The mantis kicked me hard: "Fuck you, you can't even put on airs, pigs are smarter than you." I obediently made the appearance of admitting my mistake with heartache.I said, "Brother, no one teaches these things, and I'm a bit stupid, so I'll follow you and learn from it." Mantis said: "You are as stupid as an elm lump, and you can't cut it with an axe. You'd better get out of the fucking house as soon as possible!" I said, "Please, brother, I have plenty of strength, and you can always use me." Mantis said contemptuously: "No wonder you did it alone, who would want an idiot like you?" I made up my mind, no matter how much the mantis scolded me, I just would not go away and follow him. I believe that my sincerity will be enough, and his golden stone will be opened. That day, I also treated Mantis to a meal of boiled fish.The mantis was sticking out its tongue while drinking beer, and I felt distressed watching it.A pot of boiled fish costs tens of yuan, which I usually don't want to eat, but now I let this thief eat it heartily. After eating, I followed the mantis again, fawning on him like a clown, and talking flattery that disgusted even me.Mantis is like Ding Chunqiu in the movie, with his eyes squinted, happy and happy written all over his face, very happy. I believe that this group of thieves is definitely not acting alone, like a centipede walking in front, followed by a watchman, and a protector behind the watchman... There must be accomplices in front or behind the mantis, but I don't know. Knowing which one it's going to be, their organization fits seamlessly, their fit is seamless. When I walked to the entrance of a shopping mall, Mantis' cell phone rang again. He still hummed a few times, then hung up the phone and said to me: "Look at the man in slacks in front of you, and tell him something." I was startled, I knew what "open your mouth" meant, but I still had to pretend that I didn't know anything, so I asked with a ignorant expression, "I don't understand." The mantis had a fierce look in his eyes, he scolded me, and then said bluntly, "Cut him a knife." I could only follow behind the man in slacks, and the praying mantis followed me again. I was nervously thinking about countermeasures.Why are they taking revenge on this man?It is very likely that this man is a brave man, and they are now forcing me to use a scalpel on this brave man. I followed for more than 100 meters, and I still haven't made a move. A man wearing glasses came up from the slant. He was fair-skinned and polite. He looked like a college student majoring in computer science. Hurry up, what are you waiting for?" I suddenly felt like Lin Chong who was forced to go to Liangshan, and I had to submit a nomination certificate in order to be accepted by this organization.However, why should I hold a scalpel in my hand, like a gangster or a black-hearted doctor, and slash at this innocent person? I've heard it said that thieves are very quick.There was a little girl who took the bus with her mother and saw the thief stealing something, so she told her mother, "Mom, that uncle put his hand in the aunt's backpack." The thief didn't succeed, so he held a grudge.When the bus arrived at the stop, the thief jumped off, and a person who followed the thief lightly brushed his finger over the child's face, and then jumped off the bus too.After the bus started, the little girl suddenly burst into tears, and people discovered that the little girl's face was covered with blood, and there was a long scar on her pink face. After a person is cut, he feels numb at the time, but after more than ten seconds, he will feel great pain and see blood flow profusely. This is medically explained.Therefore, when the thief retaliates, he quickly scratches and disappears quickly, and when the victim finds that he has been hurt, he will not suspect the thief. However, I absolutely can't draw this knife at this person in slacks. If I do so, even if I won't be caught, I will be condemned by my conscience for the rest of my life; but if I don't draw this knife , They will definitely doubt my identity, and I may be brutally retaliated against. what to do? Pedestrians shuttle on the street, some people have their thoughts written on their faces, some people hold their thoughts in their hands, and everyone seems to be in a hurry.The sun is very poisonous, flickering on the roof of the reinforced concrete building, and my heart is full of indescribable sorrow. I know there must be several pairs of eyes staring at me, watching my every move.Now, the arrow is on the string and I have to send it. I walked to the back of the slacks, stretched out my index finger and middle finger tightly together, wiped the back of his thigh, then turned and walked away. As soon as I took two steps, someone grabbed my shoulder from behind. As soon as I turned around, I was punched firmly in the face, which made my eyes stare.I wobbled and nearly fell, barely standing upright when a series of violent blows to my head knocked me to the ground.I thought to myself, what happened, what I met today was a boxing master. Before I could get up, I was kicked hard on the back again. I kicked me with slacks and said, "How dare you come to steal me, I beat you to death today." A few minutes later, the siren sounded suddenly, and I quickly let go of my index and middle fingers, letting the scalpel slide to the ground, and stood up feeling the redness and swelling all over my face.Just now, I didn't scratch the body of the slacks with a scalpel, but just bumped his thigh with my fingers, and made a symbolic movement, just to cover up the eyes and ears of the praying mantises. Unexpectedly, the slacks just lost money and became He thought I was a thief and came to patronize him again. He vented all his grievances on me and hit my untrained head with his professional boxing fist.Hey, beating people so badly, what kind of world! The police took me into the police station, and now, my identity has become a criminal suspect. Sitting on the square stool facing the police, I hesitated in my heart and wanted to tell them my real identity, so that I could easily walk out of the police station and return to the newspaper office.However, if I do this, my plan of unannounced visits to the theft gang will come to an end, and I will never have the chance to break into this mysterious gang again.And if I continue to play the role of the criminal suspect, then I may gain the trust of Mantis and the others.Maybe they are arranging eyeliners at this moment, watching me around the police station, knowing my every move, and I must break into this criminal gang.Besides, I was beaten up by a boxing master just now, and I can't bear this punch in vain. I decided to hold on like Centipede and the others. Anyway, the police had no evidence in their hands, so they would release me after 24 hours. I always insisted that I was just a passerby. I accidentally bumped into the slacks and was beaten up.I was full of grievances, aggrieved, tearful, and sighed, mistaking myself for Lin Daiyu.The police had no choice but to lock me in the detention room. The detention room has three walls and an iron fence. The iron fence extends from the ground to the roof. Every move inside can be seen from the outside. Also in the detention room were two men in their 20s, one in jeans and one in blue trousers.When they saw me coming in, they didn't say a word, they just made way to the corner. The internment room is very small, less than 10 square meters, and the three people squatting on the ground seemed cramped.I buried my head between my knees and clasped my hands behind my head, looking devastated.However, my ears are vigilantly capturing every subtle sound around me.I heard the sound of the policeman's leather shoes going away and disappeared at the end of the corridor. I heard the hints of two other people around me, one gave a meaningful hum, the other swallowed the first half and swallowed the second half. . I am curious about them, and they are curious about me.Like crickets meeting strangers, we cautiously collide with our tentacles, and then quickly dodge aside. A billiards rolled over from the other end of the corridor, the glass chess piece rolled on the ground and made a slight sound, the billiards rolled to the corner of the wall, bounced twice, and then stopped.An assistant policeman came over, picked up billiards, walked to the end of the corridor and asked, "What is this? What does it mean?" A voice came from the corridor: "I took out something and accidentally brought it out, my son's toy." It was quiet again outside. The sky was getting dark, night was coming, and the lights in the corridor were turned on, but I was still squatting on the ground, motionless.I carefully recalled today's experience, trying to figure out a clue.I followed the centipede, why did the praying mantis flash out?Mantis must have been with them.Mantis didn't cut me with a blade. He must have received a call from Centipede and the others and knew that I was a fellow.But why did Mantis send me to cut slacks?And when I was beaten up by slacks, why didn't they come up and help?Must be they're still wary of me because I didn't hit the old man, they suspected me of being Thunder and sent me to cut Slacks, and Slacks was a great boxer, whether I cut him or not, I They would all be beaten and detained. In this way, they let my identity be exposed deliberately, but they have been spying on me all the time. Since they were spying on me, maybe one of the two people in the detention room belonged to them.Their people were locked in, and then they wanted to lock me in, so that the person in the detention room must be able to know my identity. I made up my mind to continue playing the thief. Around midnight, the police station fell silent, and the jeans kicked me: "Hey, how did you get in?" I said in a dejected tone: "Oh, don't mention it, bad luck." Jeans asked, "What's going on?" I said, "I made an opening for someone, but the opening failed, and I was found out and beat me up." Jeans said, "You can't do that? You're so fucking stupid." I said, "It's stupid, it's stupid, who knew that guy could box." Jeans said, "You can't fucking run?" I said, "I was beaten unconscious at that time, and I didn't expect to run away." Jeans didn't say anything more, he took a rich look at the trousers, then tilted his head to think about it. Later, I asked, "How did you get in here?" Just as the trousers were about to say something, the jeans said first, "We didn't do anything, and we were arrested for some reason." After running for a day during the day, sleepiness hit me in the middle of the night, and I finally couldn't hold on anymore, leaning against a corner and fell asleep. In the haze, I heard someone talking, and I couldn't understand what was said, the preface was incoherent, the question was not answered, this may be the slang of the world.I thought I was dreaming, opened my eyes a little, and saw the dim light in the corridor, and then I realized that it was jeans and trousers talking. They had been talking quietly, as if they knew each other before.However, the slang words that have been circulated in the rivers and lakes from ancient times to the present are some commonly used words, but they cannot express some new words in slang words. The word "generator" keeps appearing in the mouth of the trousers. I think maybe he stole the generator got caught.And why did the jeans come in?I never understood. Later, they stopped talking and started snoring.I went to sleep again.