Chapter 23 Section 11 The thief group is out of control

I clearly remember that day was the twenty-eighth day of the twelfth lunar month, because it was my birthday. When I saw the bustling atmosphere on the street and the beaming scenes of people purchasing new year's goods, I suddenly realized that my birthday was coming. Arrived. However, my birthday can only be spent by myself. It has been like this for years, and I am used to it.When I went out for interviews, I ate whatever I encountered; when I was not interviewing, I bought a bowl of Lanzhou ramen for my birthday. Every year on my birthday, my mother would call me. However, on the 28th day of the twelfth lunar month this year, I secretly visited the theft gang and could not have any contact with the outside world. My mother must have called me, but I couldn’t get through. She must be very anxious.what should I do?

I was thinking about my mother when I suddenly saw a commotion in front of me. The cricket ran into an alley, looking back with horror on its face;I didn't know why they were running, and I ran involuntarily. The Peking Man and the college student quickly caught up with the cricket in the crowd, and each of them held on to one of the cricket's arms.The cricket struggled, cried, and twisted its body, like a fish washed up on the beach by sea water.All around was full of onlookers. Cricket cried: "Let go of me, let me go, you are thieves." The Peking Man slapped the cricket: "Nonsense, hurry home, your mother is still waiting for you."

The cricket struggled and shouted: "No, no." The Peking Man and the college student each dragged the cricket by one arm and dragged the cricket forward.Cricket's eyes looked at the crowd watching, but the eyes of the crowd were blank. Suddenly, a person squeezed into the crowd, 40 or so away. I heard that his name was Spider before, and he was the little leader of the team. Could it be that he was spying on me today?The spider looked apologetic, he folded his fists and bowed to the people around him repeatedly, he said: "Sorry, I made everyone laugh, I am the uncle of this child, the child has a mental illness, and he has been running away for a few months. I, his father, and my brother have been looking for it, and finally found it today."

Cricket was still trying to shout: "They are thieves, he is not my uncle." The Peking Man slapped the cricket again: "Stop talking nonsense, I'll take your skin off, go home quickly." The spiders separated the crowd in front, and the Peking Man and college students pulled the crickets behind. The crowd moved aside one after another. The crickets' struggling cries were drowned out by the noise of the city. They plowed through the sea like a flat boat. About to sail into the vast sea. I stood outside the crowd, heartbroken, not knowing what to do. The spider reached out and stopped a taxi. He stood in the middle of the road, and the taxi stopped abruptly in front of him. The spider opened the door and saw that there were passengers in the car, so he had to close the door again.He stopped three taxis in a row like this.As the Spring Festival approaches, taxis are in short supply.

The crowd of onlookers gradually dispersed. A mentally ill boy was found by his family all the way around the Spring Festival. This is good news.The crowd left with satisfied smiles, and they were in a relaxed and happy mood, just like today's fine weather.Those who come from the south to the north continue to be busy with their own affairs, visit relatives and friends, and buy new year's goods. I stumbled through the crowd and ran to the cricket in three steps at a time. I looked at the frightened cricket and asked the Peking Man, "What's wrong? What's going on?"

The Peking Man turned his head and ignored me. I saw the veins on his neck bulging and wriggling like earthworms. He was very emotional.The cricket was trembling like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. He looked at me with helpless eyes like a lamb and said, "Uncle, help me..." The college student grabbed his slender neck and pulled him back. Half a sentence was pinched back.The cricket sticks out its tongue, its face turning black from suffocation. I grabbed the college student by the wrist and forced him to release the cricket's neck, and I asked, "What the hell is going on?"

The college student looked at me and said nothing, but the Peking Man said indignantly, "This bastard wants to escape." As soon as the Peking Man finished speaking, a police car suddenly drove up at the intersection, and the shrill siren hit them like whips.The face of the Peking Man was livid, the face of the college student was pale, and the spider fled desperately into the crowd like a pig with its tail on point. Maybe someone called 110, I think. The patrol officers took the four of us into the police station.This police station is not the same as the one I walked into last time.The scope of influence of the theft gang is very wide, covering the jurisdiction of several police stations.

The cricket was taken away by the police first, and I, the Peking Man and college students were waiting in the detention room for interrogation.While the guarding policemen were not paying attention, the Peking Man quietly raised two fingers.The two fingers represent that when we are questioned by the police, we will follow the second set of rhetoric.These remarks include: how did we meet, what work did we do, what did we say when we were together just now, etc.In order to cope with the police interrogation, the theft gang has already had several sets of rhetoric.The first set of arguments is that we all work in a factory in the suburbs. There is indeed such a factory in the suburbs, and we know the manager’s name and age well; We also know the location and the price of the food.There is a third set, and a fourth set... If the thief squad is caught, as long as the person in charge assesses the situation and suggests which set of rhetoric to follow, everyone will have a countermeasure.

I was the last one to be questioned. After the Peking Man and the college students were called away, they never came back. I don't know if they were released or were detained in another room. I walked into the designated room and saw that the room was empty. There were two simple wooden desks against the wall. There were two policemen sitting behind the desks. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle's. After the older man asked about my name, age, place of origin, home address, ID number, etc., he suddenly changed the subject: "How many years have you been a thief?" I waved my hands and said, "I have never been a thief."

"I have never been a thief, how can I be with a thief?" I told him about my experiences these days, how I broke into a thieves gang, and how I dealt with all kinds of vicious thieves. He didn't believe it. He said that the newspaper office had already closed for the Spring Festival. I gave the phone number of the police station and the name of the police officer, saying that he knew everything about me.I also mentioned the name of the newspaper office where I worked, the duty phone number of the newspaper office, and the names of the leaders of the newspaper office.I said he knew about my situation.Every time I went out to make unannounced visits, only a few relevant leaders of the newspaper office knew where I went and what I was doing.

The young policeman went out, and the older policeman stayed and chatted with me. He asked me what secret visits I had made, and what secrets were there in the industries I had unannounced visits to.I talked about some of my unannounced visits before, about the pyramid structure among professional beggars, about the helplessness and helplessness of professional blood sellers, about the shamelessness and secrets of keyboard players and wine holders... He said calmly Listen, occasionally pick up a pen and scratch on a piece of paper. About half an hour later, the young policeman came in, and he whispered something to the older policeman. I saw the older policeman's eyebrows twitch slightly, and he nodded. I know my identity is verified. That day, at the police station, I also had a private conversation with Cricket.The cricket experience blew me away. In the summer half a year ago, on a hot afternoon in the north, Cicadas neighed in the leaves, and wild dogs stuck out their tongues under the eaves.Cricket, a second-year junior high school student, and a boy from the same class climbed over the campus wall and came to the market. There is a market in the countryside once every ten days.They are like birds flying out of the cage, in the short street, from one end to the other, and from that end to this end, browsing the limited commodities.Later, they stopped in front of an old man who sold date foam paste in a huge gourd. At that time, the market was about to close. They asked the old man, "Is there any jujube paste?" The old man said, "Yes." They shook the gourd and said, "How much is there? Can we drink it?" ?” The old man was stubborn, and he said, “I don’t want a penny if you finish drinking; if you can’t finish drinking, you will be charged as many bowls as you want, fifty cents a bowl.” They picked up the gourd and weighed it. They felt that there was not much, so they sat down boldly and asked the old man to pour the date paste into the porcelain bowl.The old man served a bowl, they drank one bowl, and in a blink of an eye each had drank four bowls.Cricket stood up and shook the gourd, feeling that the jujube paste inside was not much less.He put his hand into his pocket, and there was only two yuan in his pocket.He asked the classmate quietly, and the classmate said that he only had one yuan. what to do?Up to now, even if the donkey has been brought to Banpo, it must go up if it can go up, and if it cannot go up, it must go up.Sit down and drink! Everyone drank another three or four bowls. They felt as if they were carrying a basketball in their stomachs, and they were so oppressed that their internal organs were uncomfortable.Stand up and drink! Later, they drank eleven bowls alone and ten bowls alone. The old man looked at them in surprise and walked away with the gourd on his back; they supported each other and slowly moved towards the direction of the school. They walked to the corner of the street in great pain and heard the bell ring for class. However, they had difficulty moving like pregnant women in labor. They knew that they would be punished by the teacher if they went back to school tonight. Later, they couldn't move anymore, so they sat on the stones by the side of the street, panting heavily, anxiously thinking about the coming punishment.At that time, rural teachers were more ruthless when they beat up students, and parents would not take offense at all. They believed in the belief that "a talented person emerges from the bottom of the ditch." At this time, a young man with yellow hair came to them.In the countryside at that time, very few people dyed their hair. In the eyes of the older generation, dyed hair was a sign of hooligans, but in the eyes of rebellious teenagers like Cricket, it represented wealth and fashion.Cricket and the others didn't know that the young man with dyed hair had been watching them from the sidelines, drinking jujube paste, and now they were sitting on the street with sad faces.The two inexperienced teenagers have no defense against strangers, they have no defense against anyone, they think that everyone will be as simple as a blank sheet of paper like them. The young man with dyed hair said that he had just returned from a famous city in the south.At that time, the dialect of this city became a more noble language than Mandarin through the spread of TV dramas, and the lifelike retroflex sounds of the young man with dyed hair convinced the crickets that this young man was a symbol of wealth. The young man with dyed hair said that he was working in a factory run by foreigners in the south. When he looked down, he saw foreigners with tall noses and deep eyes. There were also many teenagers like Cricket in the factory, and their monthly income was several thousand yuan.The mouth of the young man with dyed hair, which can turn straw into gold bars, painted a beautiful scene for the crickets, which made the crickets fascinated.In those years, the annual income of the Cricket family was only one or two thousand yuan. Cricket said: "I want to go to the south, but I don't have the fare." The young man with dyed hair said: "I'll cover the fare for you first, and it will be deducted from your salary later." Cricket and that classmate were ecstatic. In order to escape the teacher's punishment for being late, the two teenagers decided to venture into the rivers and lakes. That night, Cricket arranged for them to stay in a hotel in the county seat. After dawn, they took a long-distance bus to the provincial capital, and then took a plane.Sitting on the plane, Cricket and his classmates were thinking: how envious the classmates would be when they knew they were on the plane! After the plane arrived in the southern city, Cricket did not enter the factory to work, but joined this theft gang, and his classmate joined another theft gang. After that, they never saw each other again.The young man with dyed hair was a broker, or a human trafficker. He and his accomplices often wandered around the northern school, luring those students who did not study hard to the south, and sold them to gangs of thieves, gangs of beggars, or factories that worked illegally. Sell ​​some girls into a prostitution ring. Since then, Cricket has never seen the young man with dyed hair again. Under the cultivation of the lame wolf, the cricket endured all kinds of pain and became a thief.After the thief takes up his post, he must practice for three months.Three months later, when he has achieved results and is caught by the police, he will become a professional thief if he does not betray the organization.Every time a professional thief goes out on the street, he has a task. If he steals less than 1,000 yuan, he will be punished.After stealing 1,000 yuan, a 10% commission will be given to the thief. Cricket is too young, all his money is deposited with the lame wolf, and when he spends money, he just needs to ask the lame wolf for it.Although he has money, Cricket knows that his money is not clean. He hates his job very much, and he has been looking for opportunities to run out. Two months ago, Cricket almost managed to escape, but a two-meter-high fence blocked his way and he was caught.In the base camp, Cricket was beaten and nearly killed.After waking up the next day, his body was extremely weak. The thieves only allowed him to rest for one night, and forced him to steal the wallet on the third day... Cricket was thinking about escaping all the time. Until today, he finally escaped magic cave. Cricket said: "Going to school is the best, I want to go home and go to school." I remembered the two blind girls who were manipulated by beggar gangs that I rescued before. The newspaper office sent me to send them home, so I said to Cricket: "Don't worry, I will definitely send you home." Cricket said: "Thank you Uncle Policeman." I feel very strange, how could he regard me as a policeman?I asked him, and he said that last night, he overheard my conversation with the crab and heard the crab say that I was a policeman. It turned out that the shadow on the window last night was his figure.I let go of a heavy burden in my heart.