My Days with Death Row Prisoners ( 4 )

Yang flashed. The robbed man and the three robbers of Keta scuffled together.

Yang Dayuan, who flashed to the side, was not idle, he pointed his * at passers-by and warned passers-by not to meddle.

When Yang Dayuan and his group robbed, they didn't expect that a few people would rush forward to help the robbed person. These people were the companions of the robbed, the friends who walked far behind him, and the wives and children. Seeing that he really couldn't frighten these people, Yang Dayuan fired a shot into the sky, and as soon as the gunshots rang out, these people didn't step forward anymore, and stood there watching the robbers being beaten.

Senior Yang was busy scaring people. The accomplices also felt that beating could not calm the robbed person, so they stabbed the robbed person with knives until the person fell.

After the man fell, the four of them quickly crossed the highway and got into the van, which disappeared into the night sky with a puff of smoke.

In the car, all three said that they did not stab the robbed man in the vital parts, and that he could not die. Yang also believes it, because he has also stabbed many people, and no one has been stabbed to death. The car drove to the restaurant where they often gathered, and they paid the female driver enough to drink and share the bill.

Sitting around the dining table, Mr. Yang took out the stolen money and put it all on the table, counting only one hundred and thirty people. Several people shouted that they couldn't make it, and shouted that they would eat up the money. After deducting the money given to the female driver, they could only simply drink a little wine, and then everyone went their separate ways.

Mr. Yang did a very unrighteous thing. In this robbery, more than 2,000 men were actually robbed, and he only took out 130 men to serve as the full result of the robbery. Since then, in the process of investigating this case, the police have been looking for the whereabouts of more than 2,000 people, and no one admitted that Yang told me about it after he was sentenced to death, and the more than 2,000 people were secretly swallowed by him.

Two days later, Mr. Yang watched TV, and a message was sent on the TV asking the public to assist the police in solving the case, saying that a robbery and murder case occurred outside the train station one day, and briefly introduced the incident, asking the citizens to provide clues to solve the case.

Mr. Yang was a little panicked. After panicking, he calmed down again, he thought, neither his robbery team nor the people they participated in the robbery and murder together, no one knew his real name. He decided to find a place to hide in the city first, and then keep an eye on the other three, if the three were okay, he was not going to run, and if one of the three had an accident, he would have time to escape.

A few days later, Mr. Yang got the information: the three people had been arrested. Yang did not panic after getting the news, he calmly went to the dock to buy a ferry ticket, and ran back to his hometown in Sichuan by boat.

Back in his hometown, Yang took refuge with his sister and brother-in-law in the city. The brother-in-law is the director of the local forestry bureau, and the brother-in-law arranged for him to live in a deep mountain, bought him a flock of sheep, and let him hide in the mountains to herd the sheep honestly.

At first, Mr. Yang was able to follow his brother-in-law's admonitions. After a few months, he couldn't stand it anymore, life without a woman was not easy, he began to go to the street often, the cost of going to the street was large, and after two years, his brother-in-law bought him fewer and fewer sheep. Sheep farming can't go any further. Mr. Yang thought that a long time had passed, and there was nothing to raise for sheep anyway, so he simply went home and took a look.

He went home boldly. His parents told him that shortly after he left home, the police from the town police station came once and asked if he was at home, and no police came after that. After listening to his parents' words, Mr. Yang felt relieved, so he was relieved to live at home boldly.

One day when he went to the town to catch the scene, he deliberately walked past the door of the police station to see how the police at the police station reacted to him. Through this bold experiment, he confirmed that he was safe. At least in Sichuan, he is safe.

Although he felt that his home was safe, he still hid a hand* at the head of his bed in case of accidents.

One night about a month later, when Mr. Yang was asleep, he was awakened by a rapid and loud sound of "don't move", and when he opened his eyes, the lights in the room had been turned on, and several black muzzles were quickly approaching him. He turned sideways and was about to run out of the window, but he saw that there was also a black muzzle waiting for him outside the window, and before he could touch the head of the bed*, he had been firmly pressed to the bed by several pairs of large hands.

On the train back to Yichang, Mr. Yang asked the escorted Yichang police why his local police did not arrest him, and the Yichang police told him that it was to stabilize him. That's when he realized why he had spent a few comfortable days in his own home.

The Yichang police comforted him, asking him not to think badly, he would not be sentenced to death, and listed one, two or three reasons, the words of the Yichang police had an effect, and Yang fully cooperated with the escort police in the car, and he also received corresponding leniency.

He was shackled and handcuffed from Sichuan to Yichang, Hubei, and people looked at Yang Dayuan curiously at the famous places he passed. Yang felt a glimmer of glory at these glances, he had never attracted so many people's attention in his life, and his vanity was satisfied.

After Yang was arrested and returned to Yichang, he was immediately thrown into the detention center. In the detention center, before he got the verdict, he always believed what the police told him on the train, and he himself felt that he would not be sentenced to death. So much so that for a long time, even the Banmai of his former prison number knew that he would be sentenced to death, while he himself was convinced that he would only be sentenced to 15 years.

As I spent time with Mr. Yang in the detention center, although I still didn't like him, I began to accommodate him more in some ways, and we sometimes joked with each other.

Once, when I saw that Mr. Yang was in a better mood, I asked him:

"Master Yang, the wives found by bad guys are generally very beautiful, is your wife beautiful?"

Mr. Yang replied:

"We people outside can't find an ugly wife if they want to find it, which woman outside is not beautiful? Ugly women stay at home and do housework, that dare to go out. ”

I asked, "Then what will happen to my wife after you leave?" ”

When I asked this question, many of the people in the prison volunteered: "Leave it to me!" ”

Senior Yang looked at them all and said, "You can't do it, I'll hand it over to Teacher He if I want to." ”

Hearing Mr. Yang's words, I was happy, proud, and indescribable.

I took advantage of the situation to play the joke, and I said to Mr. Yang: "Then you should quickly write a note to my wife, so that he will not recognize me when I go out." ”

Mr. Yang said generously, "No problem. Then he ran to the closet to find a pen and paper.

None of us stopped him. After he found a pen and paper, he really wrote a few lines crookedly, and when he was done, he showed it to me, and it read:

"Jing, I'm leaving, after I'm leaving, I'll entrust you and the child, this person is the most trustworthy person in my opinion, he has never been married, I am relieved to have him take care of you and the child."

The name of his "member" was added and the date was marked. Seeing that he was so serious, I laughed, and I told him that I have a wife and children, and I love my wife and children very much. When he had heard me say these words, he softened like a deflated ball, but after a while he regained his spirits, and he said to me:

"It doesn't matter, I don't care, my wife doesn't care, you just have two wives."

His seriousness made me laugh continuously. In the end, he slipped the note into my pocket, making it impossible to refuse.

After having a language with Mr. Yang, I no longer think that he can be any worse.

Once, I asked the boss, I asked him, like Yang Dayuan, if he sought meritorious service, would he save his braincase, the boss is a person who rolls a lot of boards, well-informed, he said:

"I haven't seen anyone who can change the death penalty to a suspended death sentence without a relationship, not to mention that the evidence of Yang Dayuan's crime is ironclad."

After the boss talked to me about these words, I never thought that Yang Dayuan would live.

Although I already feel that Yang has no hope of life, I sometimes make fun of him and ask him to find an opportunity to make meritorious service as soon as possible, so as to keep his brain from falling.

Every time he said such a thing, Yang Dayuan said very firmly, anyway, he is going to die, why bother to serve others, kill others, if he is for others, he is sentenced to death with a reprieve, and the sentence of others will go out before him, and there is no way to face these people when he returns to society, and he will die. These words of Yang Dayuan make me think that he is still a person who speaks the righteousness of the rivers and lakes, as a daily style, Yang Dayuan still has strengths.

But from a conversation between Mr. Yang and me after this remark, I can see that Mr. Yang has a strong desire to survive.

One day, when everyone else went to meditate in the wind farm, Yang sat on the edge of the bed and smoked, and when I came into the house from the wind farm to get something, Yang called out to me and asked me to sit next to him, and he said to me:

"Do you think I can get out of here?"

I was startled when I heard what he said, and I wondered, did he ask me to help him escape? I'm not going to do that.

Mr. Yang saw my thoughts from my demeanor, and he said:

"What are you afraid of, I will only tell you how I escaped, and I will not ask you to assist me."

Seeing that my expression had settled down, Mr. Yang patted the edge of the bed he was sitting on, which was probably twenty centimeters square and six or seven meters long, and said:

"I'm going to get someone to help me pick up this edge of the bed and pry the iron fence on the high window, and you say you can't pry it open."

As he spoke, he pointed to the iron fence at both ends of the bed about five or six meters above the ground, and I looked in the direction of his finger, and after thinking for a while, I told him:

"You can pry it open, but don't think about it, you don't have a chance."